Concubine Mad Concubine

Chapter 256

"what!"

Xi Yan lifted the quilt and looked at the red candles on both sides of the room, those dark but empty eyes seemed to be on fire, and there seemed to be a fire burning in her heart. The stronger he got, the more he couldn't restrain himself, and suddenly jumped up from the bed like crazy, the clothes sticking to his back suddenly split, and the blood stains, because of being soaked in water and blown by the wind, had already begun Inflammation, because of too much movement, the pus is like running water, it is indescribably terrifying, a large piece of the front chest is stuck to the body, and it has long been a bright red piece.

That face was as pale as paper, without even a trace of popularity, the lips were red all over, but the other side was as pale as the almost transparent skin on the face, the hair was messy, draped over the face, covering half of the face, black and white were right, shocking.

"what."

Xi Yan yelled, ran barefoot to the ground, overturned everything on the table like a madman, the teapot and cup fell to the ground, and the fragments splashed everywhere, making a burst of ping-pong-pong sound, she was crying , Tore off the curtains hanging around the surroundings again and again, and threw them on the ground.

She really feels very uncomfortable. Now she is like an erupting volcano. Maybe it's not just because of this incident. After all, she is only 16 years old this year, but she has experienced more things than 80-year-old people , The long-term forbearance and suppression finally broke out today.

The candlesticks on both sides were also overturned by her, and the large and small wounds on her hands were full of blood, and her feet stepped on the debris, but she didn't feel the slightest bit at all. The candles fell to the ground, but she never met that The flammable gauze just burns quietly on the ground.

Hongyu quickly packed up her things, and when she heard Xiyan's scream, her hands trembled violently, her face changed slightly, she hurriedly put down her things and ran over, gently pushed open the door, and looked inside as if something had happened. Crazy Xiyan stepped on the debris, her hands were bleeding, but she didn't feel a bit, the red candle that fell on the ground was burning quietly, the moonlight spilled into the room through the crack of the door, and shone on her face superior.

Hongyu's heart clenched tightly, she felt her breathing was suffocated for a moment, she clenched her mouth tightly, tears fell to the ground, she squatted down, stood at the door, but she always restrained herself from rushing in.

The messy hair was also stained with blood, as if it had been dyed red. That face, goodbye in Yicuilou, she never thought that she was radiant and full of confidence, she never thought that she would be so embarrassed The appearance, that face, is no different from that of a ghost, it is bloodless, cold, a little frightening, full of mess, its petite body is like a green willow swaying in the wind, unbearable, the corners of its mouth are turned up , Hongyu felt that her heart was about to be crushed by that seemingly invisible smile.

This is just a hurdle in her life, not a catastrophe, she is still like this now, if it really comes to that time, what should she do?
For hundreds of years, His Royal Highness Baifeng said that you are no longer the Langgan flower that grew up in the greenhouse, and you can completely take care of yourself, but why are you still so fragile now?Or because it's him, you can't be strong, those hypocritical people are really cruel, they are pinching your wounds, waiting for you to perish?However, I will help you.

Hongyu turned around, looked at the figure with the silver mask standing by the window, slightly surprised, but only for a moment, and soon regained her composure, walked up to him: "Whether it was before or now, , you are the only one who can make her suffer from such pain."

His hands were clenched into fists, his whole body was frighteningly icy, and his obsidian-like eyes were stained with a bloodthirsty and unfeeling red.

"Take good care of her."

Xia Yebai glanced at Hongyu coldly, took out a small bottle from his arms, and handed it to her: "It's for pain relief, her wound is soaked in water, it may be inflamed, and it's easy to get a fever, the blue medicine Be nice to her."

After saying that, You took out another fine round iron box from his bosom: "Give her a wipe on her forehead, it will heal faster, and it won't leave scars."

The red eyes buried the slight tears and sentimentality, took a deep look at Xi Yan, and walked away.

Tired, tired, even if she didn't have the strength to vent, Xi Yan had no strength all over her body, she sat softly on the ground, fell straight on the ground, looked at the ceiling, and laughed softly.

Just now she vented, although she was still a little bored, she let out a long breath.

"In the end how to do?"

Xiyan talked to herself, stared at the ceiling in a daze, and laughed softly.

Letting go, reluctant, she still has pimples in her heart, facing it calmly, she can't do it, showdown?How could she do that.

Seeing Xia Yebai leave, Hongyu hurriedly fetched hot water and medicine. When she reached the door, she wiped her tears and took a deep breath. Then she opened the door and walked in. Xiyan who was on the ground, should be said to be Xiyan who was lying in a pool of blood, was startled, put down the things in her hands, and hurried over.

"Yanyan, let's just vent it, what is it if you hurt yourself like this?"

The injury hurt her body, but her heart hurt. How could she bear to see her like this.

Hongyu carefully helped Xiyan up, her body was covered with scars, and she didn't know where to put her hands. Every time she took a step, there was a bright red mark on the ground. Hongyu couldn't stand it, so she hugged Xiyan directly Get up and put on the bed.

"Sit still, I'll clean the wound for you, the wound on your shoulder must be open, your back."

Hongyu sighed: "No matter what, the scar on this face must disappear."

Xiyan looked at Hongyu's back, and shook her head: "Anyway, I'm disfigured and you still want me, why bother with this."

Xiyan raised her lips upwards, with a slight sarcasm.

Hongyu was furious, and pointed at Xiyan: "Mo Xiyan, who are you showing your dying look? You like self-torture, and you don't cherish yourself. I will cherish it. I don't want to see your ugly appearance. I have given you all my belongings, so just treat it as me begging you, don't be like this, okay?"

Xiyan raised the corners of her mouth upwards, and nodded with a smile.

Hongyu held the corner of her upturned mouth, with pleading and anger in her eyes: "Laughing is uglier than crying, don't laugh."

Xiyan kept laughing, and the corners of her eyes were raised, provocatively: "But what should I do? I really think it's funny, I just want to laugh."

Hongyu let go of her hand at the corner of her mouth, turned around, brought all those things to Xiyan, straightened up, looked at smiling Xiyan: "He came here just now, and he has been standing at the window."

(End of this chapter)