Chapter 195 Itch

The snowflakes continued to fall until it was time to light the lamps.

It was freezing cold outside, but warm as spring inside, with bursts of pleasant piano sounds coming from the house.

Wei Mingliang sat crookedly behind a long table, his left leg stretched out and his right leg bent, gently shaking the wine in his glass, his pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes fixed on the two paintings on the table.

One painting showed a thin little eunuch, and the other showed a palace maid wearing a cloak.

Same eyes, same person.

What is so special about it?

There were two knocks on the door.

Wei Mingliang raised his hand, and the music suddenly stopped. He asked, "What's going on?"

The maid pushed the door open and came in, bowing her head and reporting, "Your Highness, Princess Meizhen is ill and cannot come."

"Are you ill?" Wei Mingliang was a little surprised. "What's wrong? Can you see Taiyu?"

"The Third Prince is guarding Princess Meizhen's room. An old doctor is treating her." The maid looked up and said, "The Third Prince chased me out as soon as he saw me. I haven't been able to see Princess Meizhen, so I don't know how her condition is."

Wei Mingliang was not surprised at all that Yin Taiyu could do such a thing, nor did he mean to blame her. He waved his hand to signal her to leave.

The door closed again.

Wei Mingliang raised his wine glass and drank it all, his eyes fixed on the painting. He reached out to grab the wine pot, but felt a hand as smooth as ointment, and smelled a sweet scent of powder.

The beauty playing the zither picked up the jade pot and filled the wine glass.

"You are sensible." Wei Mingliang smiled and hooked her pointed chin. The beauty giggled and snuggled softly into his arms.

Normally, the man holding her would whisper and flirt with her, saying some embarrassing things, but today there was no movement.

The beauty looked up in confusion and saw that Wei Mingliang was not looking at her at all. His eyes were slightly fixed, staring at the portrait without blinking.

She was unhappy and tilted her head to glance at the portrait, pouting slightly, "I played until my hands were sore, but His Highness never even glanced at me. He was completely captivated by her."

His words were full of jealousy, and Wei Mingliang looked down at the person in his arms.

"Am I not beautiful?" The beauty raised her snow-white arms and wrapped them around his neck. Her soft body clung to him like a snake, her eyes full of affection, her words even softer. "Your Highness only looks at the paintings and not at me. I will not tolerate this kind of partiality."

"How can she compare with you?" Wei Mingliang chuckled, lifted the beauty's chin, and put the wine glass to her lips.

The beauty obediently opened her mouth, intending to take a sip, but unexpectedly someone pinched her chin and poured the entire cup into her mouth.

Although the wine was fragrant, it was strong. It felt like swallowing a knife when it went down her throat. She was caught off guard and choked, causing her to cough uncontrollably. Her snow-white cheeks turned red from coughing, as if they were covered with a layer of bright rouge.

"Are you still competing?" Wei Mingliang lifted a strand of her hair and said with a smile.

"Your Highness always bullies me." The beauty buried her head in his arms, not daring to say any more sour words.

Wei Mingliang raised his hand and gently stroked her back, "There's something I can't figure out."

"Your Highness is so intelligent, nothing can stump you?" The beauty came out of his arms, raised her head and pecked his neck lightly.

Wei Mingliang let her do what she wanted, but his eyes were fixed on the painting. "Why would a powerful person value a humble person so much?"

The beauty stopped what she was doing, turned to look at the painting, and asked, "Your Highness, are you talking about two men, a man and a woman, or two women?"

Wei Mingliang said: "One man and one woman."

The beauty asked again, "Your Highness, are you talking about the person in the painting?"

"Yes." Wei Mingliang leaned back.

The beauty knelt up, massaged his shoulders delicately, and asked, "Is that man His Highness?"

"no."

Hearing this, the beauty was a little surprised. She turned her head again to look at the two portraits, focusing on the portrait of the woman.

She has an above-average appearance, and if she dresses up nicely, she can be a beauty.

She laughed sweetly and said, "Your Highness, how could you forget that heroes have always been tempted by beautiful women?"

Love between a man and a woman? Wei Mingliang didn't think so. He asked, "What else?"

"What else?" The beauty thought for a moment and asked, "What special abilities does this woman have?"

Wei Mingliang really couldn't answer. Was he particularly brave, particularly good at lying, or particularly good at kicking people?

He thought for a long time and managed to find one answer from the information he had found out: "The tea is well brewed."

Beauty: "...Is that man a tea lover?"

Wei Mingliang shook his head.

The beauty frowned, thought carefully and said, "Maybe he has taken a fancy to this person."

"Why?" Wei Mingliang put his arms around her slender waist and held her in his arms.

"It's not that I love its form, but that I love the one who creates its form." The beauty lay obediently in his arms and whispered this sentence.

This sentence comes from "Zhuangzi". Wei Mingliang has read it and knows its meaning.

But it’s because I know this that I find it… ridiculous.

He immediately lost interest in the conversation, released the beauty, called the maid in, and asked, "Is Yao Zhou back?"

Yao Zhou was the guard who stopped Chu Liuzheng this morning.

The maid said, "Your Highness, Master Yao has not returned."

He hasn't come back yet.

Wei Mingliang frowned: "When he comes back, tell him to come see me immediately."

"Yes." The maid took the order and went out.

The beauty poured wine and handed it to him, and Wei Mingliang took it and drank it all in one gulp.

Putting down the wine glass, he raised his hand and touched his lips, feeling a little itchy.

It felt like there were bugs crawling on it.

He thought it was the spiciness of the wine, so he rubbed it with his fingertips twice, but the itchiness not only did not ease, but became even worse. He was so itchy that he couldn't help scratching it with his nails.

"Your Highness!" The beauty exclaimed, rushing over to grab his hand that was scratching non-stop, "You can't scratch it anymore, it's all scratched."

Wei Mingliang was stunned and looked down.

The fingertips were stained with blood and there were dandruff embedded in the nails.

It was really scratched.

But...it still itches.

The itch seemed to come from the bottom of my heart, making me want to tear the piece of flesh off my mouth.

He raised his hand and scratched his lips again.

"Your Highness, please stop scratching me." The beauty grabbed Wei Mingliang's hands tightly. "What's wrong with you?"

"Itchy." Wei Mingliang bit his lips hard, and one of his canine teeth dug into the flesh, and he gradually tasted a smell of rust.

The pain seemed to relieve the itchiness a little, but the next moment, the itchiness came surged, along the chin to the neck, to the palms, and to the backs of the hands.

It seemed like my whole body was itching.

Itchy, so itchy.

It was like a group of ants crawling out from the cracks in the bones, crawling around in the body along the blood vessels, then biting through the holes and crawling out, continuing to crawl around on the skin.

Invisible and intangible.

There is only one word left in my mind: itchy.

Wei Mingliang shook off the beauty's hand and grabbed and scratched it hard, leaving bright red blood marks on the clean skin in just a moment.

He scratched himself madly, until blood dripped from his scratches, and seemed to have lost the sense of pain.

The beauty looked at this scene in horror, her voice trembling as she called out, "Someone, come quickly! Something's happened to His Highness! Go get a doctor!"

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"Sir, hurry up, His Highness has been poisoned!" Tuoba Yong dug Zhao Shiqi out of the quilt, put him on his shoulder, and ran out.

The dazed Zhao Shiqi was woken up by him and almost fell apart when Tuoba Yong put him down.

"Sir, please go and see His Highness." Tuoba Yong pushed through the crowd and carried him to the bed like a chicken.

Zhao Shiqi didn't care about the indecency of being carried. He took a closer look, his eyes widening in shock, and he cried out in shock, "How could this happen?"