After dressing as a villain national teacher

It was dark all around, and he had just finished eating, so he couldn't help feeling a little sleepy, so Wen Leng fell asleep leaning against the wall in that position.

When he woke up again, he was frozen awake.

He was only wearing a white soft robe and no other thicker clothes. In addition to the cold floor, he would naturally feel cold after sleeping for a long time.

He hugged himself tightly, rubbed his arms with both hands, and felt a little warmer all over his body. Looking at the endless darkness around him, Wen Leng felt something called loneliness for the first time.

To be precise, it is a different loneliness from being alone.

It felt as if I was the only one left in the world, surrounded by the sound of my own breathing, and the coolness felt by the body seemed to flow along the blood to the heart.

There was a chill in my heart, and suddenly I felt a sense of world-weariness.

The little emperor has been tortured endlessly, so what's the point of living like this?In the end, he had to be hanged and died in pain.

Why not die now?

It’s time to end this torment that I don’t know when I will be able to get over it... The dead man can’t even last for 20 days. For such a long time in a month, what will happen to the untrained self...

As soon as this idea came out, Wen Leng was immediately terrified.

He quickly patted his face, what was he thinking!

His supreme purpose in life is to live hard, but at that moment just now, he actually wanted to abandon his most precious life? !

And he is still alive and well!

Wen Leng looked at the darkness around him, his silver eyes were full of hostility and coldness.

He was careless! !

It's no wonder that ordinary people can't survive here for a long time, as long as they relax their hearts a little, their will will be eaten away by the weakness waiting for the opportunity...

Wen Leng kept telling himself that all of this was just a plot, and it didn't matter if he was tortured now, even if the plot ended in death, he would successfully return to the present world, but the process was a bit more painful.

But I will not die, and I will gain complete freedom in the end...

He told himself this over and over again, and gradually, there was no trace of the dangerous world-weary mentality left in his heart, and he got rid of it completely.

Only then did Wen Leng heave a sigh of relief, and he was almost tricked into committing suicide by himself...

From now on, until the end of the one-month period, my biggest enemy is no longer the little emperor outside, but another enemy who lured me to commit suicide --- "Wen Leng".

Relying on this defensive mentality, Wen Leng spent a few days in peace, until the eighth day, the tenth day, and the No. 13 day... His mentality took a turn for the worse.

The next day was the second day, his mentality was not bad, he always remembered the warning in his heart, and maintained an optimistic attitude. Even though he ate hard dry food, he didn't complain in his heart, and he was glad that he had successfully survived another day.

On the third day, he was convinced that he had successfully resisted the demon in his heart and guaranteed not to be disturbed by it, so his focus unconsciously changed.

I felt that the dry food was a bit rough, and I began to miss the delicious meals fed by the little eunuch. At the same time, I had nothing to do all day long, even counting ants. It was extremely boring after a day.

But managed to survive the third day.

On the sixth day, there was darkness all around, as if he could not see the passage of time, he felt that the whole day was really boring, and he seemed to lose interest in everything else.

On the eighth day, my body had been exposed to cold for a long time, and I had lost my basic resistance. My mind became dizzy and I felt extremely uncomfortable.Suddenly there was a trace of doubt, whether it would be of any use if I persisted like this?

Why does everything seem to have no end...

On the tenth day, the headache was almost bursting, and the body was burning badly, lying on the cold floor.

Although the overheated body temperature was relieved, he felt even more desolate in his heart. He felt that he would die here.

On the 13th, Wen Leng's burned head was a little confused, and he was thinking in a daze, as if he couldn't hold on...

There is not a single interesting thing in this world, as it is in this world, and so it is in the world of books.

He had already forgotten why he wanted to live, why he insisted on it?

If you die, it seems that you can get out of this boring world, and you will be free...

Ever since Xiao Jin sent Wen Leng into the darkroom with his own hands, every night when he went back to the dormitory to rest, he would feel that something was missing. It seemed that the absence of a national teacher in the dormitory also took away the trace of popularity that had finally gathered in the palace.

Every time I finished processing the memorial, I no longer felt the urgency to go back to the bedroom, even if I was tired, I didn't want to go back very much, and even felt a little repulsive.

As soon as I go back and lie on the bed, I will unconsciously think of the intimacy with the national teacher on the bed, and the beautiful faces in the affairs of the national teacher will always appear in my mind.

That delicate face will often turn into a miserable scene of the national teacher in the dark room, and I will unconsciously feel pity in my heart, and want to go to the dark room to pick up the national teacher.

But he locked the national teacher in the dark room, isn't it just to remove the influence of the national teacher on him?

Therefore, every time there is a sign of softening his heart, he will be ruthless and try his best to recall the vicious things that the national teacher did to him...

But every time this action takes effort, it makes me exhausted.

As time passed, he secretly warned himself that the national teacher was just a person he hated to the bone, and there was nothing else other than that.

After seven days, he has gotten used to the daily life without a national teacher, going up and down every day, dealing with memorials, and discussing good strategies with the officials to solve the plight of the people...

Until the tenth night, he dreamed that the national teacher's face was covered with blood, and he was lying powerlessly in a dark room, and no one cared about him. His body was completely cold, and he woke up from the dream.

He couldn't help laughing at himself, it was because he cared too much, that's why.

Early the next morning, he put the dream behind him and decided to do what he should do.

But when going to bed at night, he would always sleep unsteadily, almost to the point of having trouble sleeping and eating.

On the 13th day, at a certain moment when I was correcting the memorial, I suddenly felt a severe pain in my heart. I stretched out my hand to stroke it to try to relieve the pain, but it didn't get better at all.

In the dream I had that day, the state teacher's face was covered with blood, and he had become a corpse. A bad premonition arose spontaneously, as if if he didn't let the national teacher go, he would never see the person who touched his heart again. up...

He ignored this thought and continued to correct the memorial, but the tip of the vermilion pen hit the memorial fiercely, drew a long mark and broke it immediately.

His eyelids were also twitching, and the uneasiness in his heart was getting bigger and bigger. He tried his best to control himself not to be influenced by the national teacher.

His purpose is to torture the national teacher, even if he dies, what does it have to do with him?

He spent two full hours with himself on the chair, but in the end he still couldn't get over the worries in his heart, so he got up with a gloomy expression and went to the dark room.

When the mechanism of the darkroom was opened and he walked in, he saw the state teacher's appearance by looking at the candle Anli was holding.

He saw the person who sang softly under him before, now lying on the ground with a flushed face, his silver eyes had lost their former brilliance, and the soft robe on his body was also wrinkled, looking extremely embarrassed.

Xiao Jin felt a sharp pain in his heart, and stepped forward involuntarily. Regardless of the dirt on the opponent's body, he picked up the national teacher, turned around and hurried out of the dark room.

Anli behind him couldn't figure out what the master meant, wasn't the person in the master's arms the one he hated to the bone?

Why did the master look very anxious when he saw the national teacher just now.

He has never seen his master so flustered...

Xiao Jin hurried back to the bedroom with Wen Leng in his arms, and Li Yuan at the gate of the hall followed him in with a wink for the emperor's order.

Xiao Jin carefully placed Wen Leng on the bed, and without raising his head, he said to Li Yuan beside him, "Doctor Xuan, hurry up!"

Knowing the urgency of the situation, Li Yuan hurried out to find the imperial physician.

Xiao Jin caressed the pale face of the national teacher, with mixed feelings in his heart.Not seeing him for nearly half a month, he thought he had controlled the influence of the national teacher on him well, but when he really saw the national teacher, he realized the extent of his influence on him.

The cheeks under the fingertips were abnormally hot, and the national teacher's eyebrows were also tightly frowned, one could see that he was extremely uncomfortable, and he was still talking about something.

He leaned his ear to the lips of the national teacher, and barely heard him murmuring: "It's dead... so good... ah..."

The relief in his tone made Xiao Jin feel like a thunderbolt from the blue, and he was shocked there for a moment.

An old imperial doctor hurried into the bedroom, fearing that the emperor would blame him for being late, so Li Yuan followed behind.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xiao Jin stood up, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "Mr. Li, the national teacher has burned unconscious. Go and see what's going on!"

Doctor Li, the head of the imperial hospital, heard that the emperor asked him to treat the national teacher, and almost staggered and fell to the ground, but fortunately he stabilized his figure.

Walking to the dragon bed, looking at the state teacher with a peerless face, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and felt Wen Ling's pulse.

I was so shocked that the emperor actually asked him to take the pulse of the notorious national teacher, and the national teacher was still on the emperor's dragon bed... Doctor Li didn't dare to think deeply, and seriously cut off the pulse of the national teacher.

Xiao Jin looked at the uncomfortable expression on the face of the national teacher and saw that the imperial physician had been silent for a long time, so he couldn't help saying in a cold voice: "It will take so long to diagnose the pulse. I think you are old and dim-sighted, and you need to retire and return home." Bar!"

Imperial Physician Li immediately knelt down in fear and said: "The emperor calm down, the national teacher has been in the body for a long time in cold and cold, which is why his body is a bit damaged. I will immediately prescribe medicine for the national teacher. The high fever will be eradicated tomorrow night."

After Wen Leng took the medicine prescribed by Doctor Li, his frowning brows eased a little. Li Yuan scrubbed his body for him, and put on a soft white robe again.

At noon the next day, Wen Leng went away from high fever, and his body temperature returned to normal. His limbs were still tied up by Xiao Jin.

Not long after, Wen Leng opened his eyes.

For some unknown reason, Xiao Jin, who didn't go to rest, was very happy to see the national teacher wake up.

But soon, he discovered a problem. Those silver eyes were still like those in the dark room, without a gleam of brilliance, and he looked numb, like a puppet without emotion...