Dream Broken You Pavilion

In the other courtyard, Jing'er took the hairpin made of diamond, and used the sharp point to carve a human figure on the doorpost. The five senses are complete, and the positions of the acupuncture points and viscera are clear and complete. She has prepared for a long-term game. Ready, imprisoned in this secluded pavilion, she needs to stay absolutely awake, so she simply did her old job and carved a "door god" on his mahogany doorpost.

Shang Wuyang opened the door and came in, but Jing'er was nowhere to be found in the room, shouting: "Snow Lotus!"

Xue Lian was standing outside the door, trembling in fright from the roar, and hurriedly asked: "Young master, Xue Lian is here."

"Where are people?" Shang Wuyang asked.

Xue Lian was confused, "Isn't it inside?" She poked her head in and looked dumbfounded, "Where's the person?"

"What did I ask you?!" Shang Wuyang said angrily.

"Stop scolding her, I'm here." Jing'er came out from behind the door slowly.

Shang Wuyang was taken aback, "What are you doing here?"

Jing'er said: "Are you afraid that my prey will escape?"

She inserted the hairpin into her bun, went straight to the stool and sat down.

Xuelian retreated obediently, and closed the door behind her.

Shang Wuyang said in a deep voice: "You're quite comfortable letting you go, do you think my room is too small? What are you doing behind the door?"

When he glanced over the doorpost, he saw a figure about her height engraved on the pillar, with some dots and lines painted on his body, his eyes widened to the size of a copper bell, and he said in astonishment, "What, what is this?" ? My mahogany pillar, you..."

Angrily said: "You don't know what it is to carve and paint on other people's pillars?"

Jing'er threw a provocative look at her, and said in a calm voice, "It's my house now, I can do whatever I like, or you can let me go." She thought to herself, not only do I want to engrave this pillar, I also want to carve all the pillars in your house, if you don't let me out, I will turn this place into my clinic.

"Stop dreaming!"

Shang Wuyang approached her, suppressing his anger, "Have you written what I want you to write?"

Jing'er sneered, and looked at him with big eyes fearlessly, "Do you think I can write? As long as I don't want to do it, I will die."

"Are you quite stubborn?" Shang Wuyang's voice became more and more sinister.

"Of course," Jing'er looked straight into his flaming eyes, "He is my husband, and I love him more than my own life, so I won't write this letter!"

Her tone was light and light, like a ray of breeze passing by Shang Wuyang's ears, but it was so harsh, so harsh that he was so angry that he grabbed her by the shoulder and slapped her tightly. Pulling her body in front of her, a pair of furious eyeballs stared at her tightly, gnashing her teeth and saying:

"If you don't write it, will I let you know it very unpleasantly?!"

Jing'er felt that her shoulders were about to be crushed, and dense beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, but her eyes still looked back at him without fear, and she gritted her teeth and said:

"Don't waste your words in vain, otherwise, you will kill me!"

"Okay, okay..." He was furious, holding her arms with both hands and lifting her off the ground, shouting angrily, "An ignorant and arrogant woman!" Then he threw her to the ground viciously.

When Jing'er fell down, her forehead hit the ground heavily, with a "hum", the severe pain made her dizzy for an instant, something sticky flowed down her head, and the sound of him gasping for rage could be heard beside her ears.

Jing'er suddenly felt amused, the more you want me to do something, the less I don't do anything, I won't let your plot succeed.I want to live, but not in humiliation, either with my head held high or dead.Even if it is death, for Xiao Han, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and sometimes it may not be a bad thing.

Looking at the blood left on Jing'er's head, Shang Wuyang's eyes flashed a strange look, he looked down at her, and said: "Your bones are quite hard, I want to see if your bones are strong enough. How hard is it!"

"Also, if you dare to carve these ghosts on my pillar, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Hehe," Jing'er suddenly laughed, "You really are seriously ill, what a pity."

"What a pity?" Shang Wuyang growled.

Jing'er forced herself to sit up on the ground, looked up at the cold and impersonal face in front of her, as if she was looking at a patient who was dying of illness and was about to die, shook her head regretfully, and said in a heavy tone:

"It's a pity that a good-looking face is hopeless now. The thickening of the cortex oppresses the meridians, resulting in stiff facial muscles and poor blood flow. If things go on like this, the stiff nerves will gradually die, and the dead parts will turn to the Spread downward, your neck will gradually become thicker and stiffer like your face, and then go down through your shoulders, your arms, your chest, your limbs, and your legs and feet will gradually change. It's getting stiff, it's completely incurable, please let me be sad."

Shang Wuyang sneered, and said: "Smart words and tricks. It's just your mouth that shows off your tongue for a while. Soon, your heart will also hurt, just like Xiao Han's."

Jing'er glanced at him, and said calmly: "Is it fun to use me as a punching bag? Too much anger will cause Qi stagnation and blood stasis, and no matter how good the medicine is in your body, it will intensify into toxins and enter the blood. If you want to live a few more days, you'd better clean up your internal organs calmly, so as not to be buried in the ground by accident."

"Punching bag? What can I vent?" Shang Wuyang roared.

Jing'er said calmly: "Then I have to ask you. Since you came in, you have a face with sluggish blood, coupled with the irritability of five internal depression, and I didn't provoke you. You are not taking me like this." What is it to make a punching bag? Anyway, you took me to the mountain to be your punching bag, and you don’t care about this one more time.”

Shang Wuyang was almost furious, and he slapped her with his backhand, knocking her down, roaring:

"That's right! My young master is indeed in a bad mood today. Since you want to make a punching bag, you should go ahead."

This slap was really not light, the slap she received a few days ago was still swollen and her face was still swollen, this slap made her ears ringing, Jing'er's mouth was dripping with blood, she barely held her head up, her mouth was muffled unclear:

"Please don't keep staring at one side to fight, can you switch sides?"

This request made Shang Wuyang a little dumbfounded, he grabbed her by the bun on top of her head and lifted her up, staring at her eyes with disdain, gnashing his teeth and saying:

"I, Shang Wuyang, have never seen a woman who is not afraid of death like you."

"You will see it today!"

Jing'er was slipped in his hand, her hair was so painful that it was about to tear, she gritted her teeth and said, "I, Wu Kexin, have never seen you before. You are young but lifeless, with a gloomy face and a fierce look on your face. In your own dark world. By the way, don't forget that I am a doctor. Looking at your complexion, I have reason to suspect that you may have taken some wrong medicine. It is a little too hot. Be careful, the fire will hurt your body."

The anger and embarrassment of being seen through made Shang Wuyang's seven orifices smoke, and his fists were clenched.

But seeing his almost deformed face from anger, Jing'er suddenly felt very happy, and couldn't help but add to the flames:

"This person, your whole life is only a few dozen years. Seeing you live like this, I am really worried for you. You may die young one day with a 'crack bang'. How sorry for yourself? I advise you to take care of your health. Good luck."

Hearing these insinuations, Shang Wuyang's face turned green with anger, he didn't expect her to be able to sneer at him at this moment, clenching her back molars, and said angrily: "Whatever I do, I don't care. Be right with your own conscience."

Jing'er said aggressively: "A man does something and doesn't do something, you think everything you do is right, but if you think about it from the standpoint of others, others will definitely think you are right? You may be worthy of your conscience, but you may not be convinced of the hearts of others, your life's praises and criticisms will ultimately come from many mouths, it is easy to block one mouth, but it is difficult to block many mouths!"

Shang Wuyang was speechless as Jing'er spoke plausibly and straightly. Looking directly at her fearless and clear big eyes, that awe-inspiring righteousness that disregarded everything, he suddenly felt his eyes swell sorely. , blinked vigorously, let go of his hand, and slowly stood up straight.

Staring coldly at the woman at his feet, he frowned and shook his head, "Smart teeth, what kind of person did the boy surnamed Xiao marry?"

Jing'er wiped her messy bun casually, and said proudly: "I'm not a thing, I'm a human being! Since you hate me, let me go, otherwise, if you don't kill me, I will piss you off sooner or later!"

Shang Wuyang snorted coldly, "Then we'll see."

After saying that, he turned and slammed the door and left.

Looking at the closed door, the tears that had been held back for a long time finally burst out from her eyes, pouring down like a waterfall, all the grievances, fear, pain, and anxiety were all vented at this moment, she gritted her teeth and endured it. She didn't want to let herself make a sound, she didn't know how long she could last, whether she could leave the room where she was confined, and where Xiao Han was now...