Xie Jing’s palm was wet, blood flowed into his eyes, and his heart was in a mess.
He denied sternly: “No!!”
“Miss Gu!” He gasped for a few moments and shouted angrily, “Pay attention to your identity. This is the palace, not the backyard of your Duke’s Mansion! You can’t allow you to rush around here!”
Now Xie Jing is still a young man who has not entered the court, far from being calm and unconscious of his future calmness.
The more you are hoarse, the more guilty you feel.
Anyone can see this guilt.
Zhou Liulang and others looked at each other and subconsciously retreated, retreating as far as they could, preferably without hearing anything. If it weren’t for the fact that it wasn’t suitable, I would just run away.
“Enough.” Ji Nanke rushed over with his skirt, stretched out his arms to block Xie Jing.
“I believe in His Highness the Third Prince!”
“Cousin Zhuo, don’t always be suspicious and let others down.”
Gu Zhizhuo looked at the two of them back and forth, and suddenly smiled: “Okay, I believe it.”
“Cousin Ke, take it, whether you want to use it or not.” Gu Zhizhuo handed over the jar, “Don’t knock it over. Otherwise, someone would say that I have a bad temper and always love to bully you.”
She smiled badly, her fingers holding the jar were slightly tilted, and a drop of ointment dripped along the mouth of the jar, forming a black water drop.
Ji Nanke stared at the medicine that was about to fall.
Gu Zhizhuo slowly raised his face, and said two words lightly: “Be careful.”
For a moment, Ji Nanke had no doubt that she would pour this jar of medicine on her face. She instinctively blocked her face with both hands and leaned against Xie Jing behind her.
Xie Jing was furious: “Are you enough? Give it to me!”
He jumped up and grabbed it, his outstretched arm hit the medicine jar in Gu Zhizhuo’s hand without bias, and a full can of black ointment sprinkled from the top of his head.
“Take it.”
The ointment slowly flowed down Xie Jing’s forehead and cheeks, as cold as a venomous snake’s thread. The fear made his brain rush blood, and waves of blood rushed toward his head.
“Oh!”
Gu Zhizhuo patted his chest in a pretentious manner and raised his voice:
“Your Highness, you were too careless!”
“Fortunately, it’s okay, you said it was not poisonous, otherwise it would be bad.”
Xie Jing looked up angry and looked at a pair of mocking phoenix eyes.
She knows it all! This terrible thought made him sweat coldly on his back. Before he could think about it, he heard the sound of Gu Zhizhuo near his ears, light and slow, like hell evil.Ghosts are seeking their lives.
“Bone-eroded grass, dry vines, and bloody ambergris…”
“Using it will make the wound difficult to heal and the skin will rot!”
“Your Highness, your face has begun to heat up?”
Xie Jing’s skin was hot, like applying a piece of red fire carbon, which was so hot that it was unbearable that he wanted to peel off the entire piece of skin.
Gu Zhizhuo’s face looked faint: “It was hot at the beginning, but it slowly became itchy, like countless insects and mosquitoes chew on your face. It was difficult to have peace of mind day and night.”
She said very lightly, making sure that Zhou Liulang and the others couldn’t hear it.
“Then the skin on your face will peel off, revealing flesh and bones.”
“The wound cannot heal, and the rotten and smelly day by day, and there will be bugs surrounding you, buzzing, buzzing…”
Xie Jing’s hair stood upright, his mind full of “buzzing”. He screamed and used his sleeves to wipe his face desperately. The ointment was as sticky as oil, penetrated into the wound, like countless fine needles pierced into the flesh and blood.
Gu Zhizhuo asked with a smile, “Does it hurt?”
These two words defeated Xie Jing’s remaining reason. He showed a ferocious face and raised his hand and slapped Gu Zhizhuo.
Gu Zhizhuo chuckled softly, leaned back, and Xie Jing threw himself to the ground in a mess.
Xie Danling pulled Gu Zhizhuo and hid it behind him, and said dissatisfiedly: “Three Emperor Brother, what’s wrong with you? Your hands are slipping and you’re still losing your temper.”
Xie Jing supported the ground with his elbow, gritting his teeth, and the bloody red blood mixed with black ointment, and half of his face was red and mottled.
Ji Nanke supported him, and his bright eyes were mixed with complex and unspeakable emotions.
She knew Xie Jing was very fond of her.
However, the Duke of Zhenguo was raising her for raising her. She kept telling herself not to fight with Gu Zhizhuo. Women should support each other in this world. Even though Gu Zhizhuo has been arrogant and willful since childhood and has been rampant, she will not change her original intention.
But now, she is a little uncertain.
Xie Jing is such a noble and gentle person. If it weren’t for her, why would it be like this?
She bit her lip, and two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
“It’s okay.” Xie Jing’s heart numb and he grabbed her hand, “It’s not your fault!”