Duan Wu Jiu's expression was very calm as he narrated, but Liu Zhiheng could feel a strong sense of suffocation just by hearing about the past.
It even brought back some painful memories of Liu Zhiheng's past.
She was once the daughter of a poor, blind man who picked up rags. She was also cruelly bullied. She also felt scared every day when she opened her eyes, afraid to go to school, and afraid to start every day. She also once expected that someone would fall from the sky. , save her life.
"What about you who has red eyes and wants to strangle others to death?"
"That was me when I was ten years old. It was the first time I killed someone in my life. I was strangling a palace servant who bullied me."
Seeing Liu Zhiheng's melancholy expression, Duan Wujiu turned his face away unnaturally and frowned.
"You don't have to pity me. If you hadn't asked, I wouldn't have wanted to mention these things, so it's no big deal. Anyway, I will torture anyone who bullies me."
Seeing Duan Wu Jiu's feigned ferocity, Liu Zhiheng couldn't help but laugh.
She somewhat understood who Duan Wu Jiu was.
The outermost layer is King Yan, who is aloof, cynical, mean and cold, and seems to be of little use; but inside lives a fierce young man who wants to kill all the wretched people. He is decisive in killing and has a deep and deep mind. Revenge must be retaliated; but the reason why that young man was so fierce was because there was a trembling child living in his body. That child was afraid of being hurt and abandoned. He did all this because of fear; and deep down, In that child's body, Xue Lang lives again. In the final analysis, he just wants someone in this world to remember him and someone to love him...
"Why are you laughing?" Duan Wu Jiu asked somewhat unhappily.
"I don't pity you, Duan Wujiu. I may not be able to find a way to solve your inner demons. Do you want to listen to it?"
Duan Wujiu raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Does Miss Liu have any ancestral recipes?"
"I don't have any prescriptions, but have you ever thought that you are getting sick every month, losing your memory, and changing back to your old self, because you want to go back to those injured moments?"
Duan Wu Jiu frowned, "I don't like to be abused."
"You want to go back not because you like to be abused, but because you can't accept that your life was so miserable and you were bullied so hard, so you have to relive those traumatic moments over and over again, and you want to change back to that The child, the boy.”
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"And because you long for none of this to happen, sometimes you lose your memory completely and can't remember anything, just like a person without a past..."
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Duan Wujiu was silent for a long time before slowly speaking, "This is the first time I've heard of this statement."
"Would you like to try to accept it?"
"Accept what?"
"Accept that your past will never change, accept that your life is flawed, accept that the pain of the past is irreparable, accept that you have been severely bullied, accept that no one will love you unconditionally, Accept that no one cares whether you live or die, accept that you have to be cruel, accept that you kill people."
"Then what?"
"Then you can do whatever you need to do. Take revenge when you need to, and make achievements when you need to. You can live in this moment without being tortured by the past."
Duan Wu Jiu remained silent.
Liu Zhiheng looked at him and sighed.
"I'm speaking from experience! I'm not trying to fool you."
"What's the rule of thumb?"
"Don't worry about it. Anyway, your hope in Doctor Feng's medicine or my scent is all in vain. We can't cure you. No one can save you except yourself."
Liu Zhiheng took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Duan Wu Jiu.
"What's this?"
"The handkerchief I usually use to wipe my sweat is given to you. I wish the prince to get rid of his inner demons as soon as possible and come out of that cage."
Liu Zhiheng gave Duan Wujiu his handkerchief and stood up to leave.
"Since you are sick, you should rest more. I will go out first. Has the palace prepared food for us?"
"Yes, Ziyang will take you there."
Liu Zhiheng nodded and bowed to Duan Wu Jiu.
"Then I'm leaving. See you later."
Liu Zhiheng left, and Duan Wujiu leaned on the soft pillow without saying a word. He didn't know what he was thinking, holding the square handkerchief tightly in his hand, and just sat there.
It wasn't until Hei Yan came in and asked Duan Wujiu for instructions that he suddenly came back to his senses. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a surge of blood and energy, and he coughed violently.
Duan Wu Jiu covered his mouth with a handkerchief and found that he had spit out a large mouthful of black blood.
"Your Majesty!"
"I'm fine, don't say anything, and don't let Miss Liu and the others know. After dinner, send Miss Liu and the others back."
"Yes, I understand! My lord, please lie down and rest."
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When Divine Doctor Feng came over in a hurry, Duan Wujiu fell into that half-dream and half-awake state again.
Zi Yang and Hei Yan both panicked. Every time the prince was in such a situation, he had a narrow escape. No one knew whether the prince would wake up this time.
"What's going on? I came here half an hour ago and it was fine."
"I don't know. The prince fell ill just after Miss Liu left! He also vomited a lot of black blood."
Hei Yan immediately handed the bloody handkerchief to Doctor Feng to look at. Doctor Feng looked at it, his expression changed, and he quickly checked Duan Wu Jiu's pulse.
Doctor Feng's expression changed drastically, he stood up suddenly, walked to the side, took out a turtle shell from his arms, and started to divine.
"Doctor Feng, what are you doing? Don't you care about the prince? The prince is still unconscious!"
"Ignore him, let him faint."
Doctor Feng walked aside and began to concentrate on divination with the tortoise shell.
"On the ninth day of the ninth day of the Qian hexagram, a gentleman works hard all day long, and is vigilant at night, and is very strict... Okay, okay! This hexagram is good!"
Doctor Feng laughed, touched his beard, then put away the turtle shell and his medicine box, and strode towards the door.
Black Flame was almost dying of anxiety.
"Doctor Feng! Where are you going! Is our prince hopeless? Give up on him now!"
"Don't talk nonsense, your prince is fine! Let him sleep and he will be fine when he wakes up. This miracle doctor is going to drink!"
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In Beiyi, the little princess Murong Xinyue had just finished taking a medicinal bath. She got up and walked to the mirror alone.
In the past, there was no flaw in her body. She was the noblest and most beautiful princess in the entire grassland. She was skilled in martial arts, stunningly beautiful, and had the clearest and most melodious voice.
But now?
Her body was covered in scars, with arrow wounds on her shoulders and wrists, and her skin was densely covered with small wounds punctured by steel needles. Although she had taken medicinal baths every day in the past few days, her color had faded, but that woman The scars carved on her heart will never disappear.
Murong Xinyue's hand touched her neck. The scar on her neck was extremely horrifying. Even the best doctor in Beiyi Palace could not guarantee that it could be completely removed, and even if it was removed, her voice would not come back.
It is extremely difficult for Murong Xinyue to speak now, and he loses his voice from time to time. Even if he can occasionally speak a few words, his voice is as hoarse as a hundred-year-old woman.
The maid put on Murong Xinyue's clothes and reported: "Princess, the Imperial Master is already waiting outside. Do you need to communicate?"
Murong Xinyue waved her hand, and the maid immediately went to invite Bei Yi, the new national master who had just taken office.
A man wearing the attire of a high shaman priest followed the maid into Murong Xinyue's tent.
Although the Imperial Preceptor has just taken office, he also knows that the little princess is deeply loved by the emperor of the grassland. However, when he took office, the little princess went to Yandi and was seriously injured. She has been recovering from illness these days after returning, so today she is the Imperial Preceptor. Seeing Murong Xinyue for the first time.
The imperial master was waiting for the princess in the tent, but he saw many portraits hanging in the tent. The portraits filled the tent, all of them depicting the same woman.
Although the new Imperial Master had never seen the little princess Murong Xinyue, he was very sure that the woman in the portrait was not the princess of Beiyi.
Because he recognized at a glance that the portrait painted was his daughter Liu Zhiheng.
Is there something wrong with this little princess?
Who painted this?
He also painted his Heng'er too fiercely. His daughter Liu Yigu is the most beautiful and caring daughter in the world!
