Chapter 64 Chapter 64 Kill Me

The carriage drove out of the alley, bypassed the bustling long street, and turned into a deep alley. On both sides, there were no longer endless restaurants and inns, but the courtyard walls of ordinary people. The hustle and bustle of the city became increasingly sparse, and only the squeaking sound of the wheels rolling over the snow could be heard.

After walking a few streets, Zhe Rou gradually felt something was wrong. The surroundings were too quiet, so quiet that it was even a little weird.

Shangjing is a prosperous city. Even in the most ordinary streets and alleys, there will be pedestrians and horses coming and going, not to mention luxurious places like Duke Xu's Mansion. It is close to the imperial city and the streets are prosperous. The further you walk, the more crowded and bustling it should be.

I lifted the gauze curtain and looked out the window, which was also an unfamiliar scene.

The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became. Just as she was about to call the coachman, the carriage suddenly stopped.

Zhe Rou's heart suddenly tightened, and she felt more and more that something was wrong. But before she could ask, the car door was violently pulled open from the outside, and the sunlight poured in like a tide.

She narrowed her eyes subconsciously, but the moment she raised her eyes, she was unexpectedly met with a pair of deep, cold, dark eyes.

My breathing stopped for a moment.

Lu Chen!

Why is he here?!

Zhe Rou opened her eyes wide in panic, her heartbeat suddenly accelerating.

Behind her was the car wall. Clearly there was nowhere to hide, yet she instinctively wanted to retreat. However, as soon as she moved, Lu Chen could no longer suppress his rage. He leaned in, pulled her towards him, and tightly embraced her, "Come here!"

Zhe Rou naturally refused to comply easily. Her thin fingers tightly grasped the edge of the car window, her knuckles turning white. She gritted her teeth and said angrily, "I won't go back!"

Lu Chen twitched the corner of his lips sarcastically and asked coldly, "Why, are you still counting on Zhou Xiao to come and rescue you?"

Zhe Rou froze, slowly raised her eyes, and said in astonishment: "...What did you say?"

Her resistance was too obvious. A hint of pain flashed across Lu Chen's eyes, and his gaze grew colder. "Before returning to the capital, I knew he was watching me in secret. Otherwise, how do you think you could have avoided Nan Heng's eyes so easily?"

"Or do you think that the people I keep under my command are all trash like him?"

Zhe Rou was stunned.

My heart sank as if falling into a bottomless cold pool.

After arguing for a while, her strength was almost exhausted. How could she resist Lu Chen's strength? He half carried her and half hugged her to get her out of the car. She saw an unfamiliar courtyard in front of her. There was no one around and it was silent all around.

Zhe Rou pursed her lips, resisting in her heart, "...What is this place?"

"Don't you want to know where that jerk is now? Come here, I want you to see it with your own eyes."

Zhe Rou suddenly had a bad intuition and looked up at Lu Chen with a sudden look. Her chest was rising and falling, and her lips were trembling. "What are you doing? What are you going to do?!"

Lu Chen said nothing more, but with a cold look on his face, he grabbed her wrist and forcibly led her into the courtyard.

The courtyard was so empty that it was almost desolate. The snow on the bluestone ground had not been swept away, and there was not a single piece of debris or decoration around. The whole situation could be seen at a glance.

Zhou Xiao had been forced to his knees on the snow by several guards, and Nan Heng was standing by with a knife in his hand.

Zhe Rou staggered in, and before she could stand firmly, she saw the guard twisting and pulling his hands, accompanied by the muffled "crack" sound of dislocated bones. Zhou Xiao trembled violently, and a groan escaped from his throat, which was crushed between his teeth by him.

Zhe Rou's heart trembled violently, and she cried out in horror, "Zhou Xiao!"

Her legs suddenly went weak and she almost fell down. Lu Chen held her wrist tightly and supported her to stand firmly.

His tone was calm, his dark eyes were calm and peaceful, yet deep enough to make one's heart tremble. "He dared to snatch someone from under my nose. He deserves death. And his master should also learn a lesson."

Zhe Rou could hardly believe her ears. In an instant, all the color drained from her face. She looked up at him in panic, "Lu Chen, are you crazy? He is Ming Qi's close follower... Ming Qi's close follower!"

Mingqi.

It’s Xie Mingqi again.

All the things he had tried so hard to force himself to forget suddenly came flooding back, as if someone had twisted his heart hard, and the pain spread out, as if it was piercing his bones.

The veins on his forehead throbbed rapidly, and Lu Chen's breathing began to tremble. He tried his best to suppress the hatred, anger, and jealousy in his heart. He turned around and pushed her against the pillar, whispering a warning: "Shut up. Don't mention him again!"

Zhe Rou was quiet for a moment, then began to struggle even more violently, pounding Lu Chen's chest with all her might, practically screaming, "Let him go! I want to leave on my own, it has nothing to do with anyone else! It has nothing to do with me! Do you hear me?"

Lu Chen, however, remained unmoved, allowing her to beat and bite him fiercely, as if he felt no pain, and just watched the situation in the yard coldly.

Seeing that the guard was about to attack, Zhe Rou became very anxious and just wanted to rush over to save him, but Lu Chen grabbed her wrist tightly, held it down hard, and pulled her into his arms.

"Let go! Let go!"

Lu Chen lifted her chin and looked at her deeply with his black eyes.

"Say, you won't leave again."

Zhe Rou pursed her lips, her beautiful eyes filled with anger, and she stubbornly refused to speak. The next moment, her vision suddenly darkened, and a cold and soft touch covered her lips.

She instinctively turned her face away, whimpering and trying to break free, but Lu Chen held her tightly in his arms, using his tongue to forcefully push open her teeth, and then he plundered her without giving any explanation.

Zhe Rou struggled but couldn't get away, so she bit his lips hard. The rusty smell spread all over her. However, he was not afraid of the pain at all, as if he wanted her to submit. His rough lips and tongue chased the softness and warmth, devouring it, and his hot breath made her cheeks burn.

The blood surged against her eardrums, and the sounds around her became clearer and clearer. The north wind rustled over the eaves, and the sound of water between her lips and teeth was sticky and lingering. She could even hear the rustling sound of the guards in the yard turning their backs.

This kiss was brutal and urgent, like strong liquor entering the throat, burning all the way from the tip of the tongue to the heart. Zhe Rou's breathing became suffocated, and her vision gradually became dizzy. She could only be forced to endure his invasion.

The long kiss that almost suffocated her finally ended. Lu Chen bit her lips lightly, closed his eyes, and exhaled tremblingly, "You tell me, and I'll forgive him."

He is like this again!

Zhe Rou was filled with extreme resentment, her chest heaving violently, and she became increasingly unwilling to bow her head. However, Zhou Xiao in the courtyard could hardly bear it anymore, and his breathing became rapid and his face turned pale.

She felt as if her heart was being stabbed by needles, and the pain was so severe that she could hardly breathe. Her lips opened and closed again, and finally she choked out a sound with difficulty, "I... I won't leave..."

Lu Chen was slightly startled, then raised his hand. Nan Heng saw this and hurriedly told his men to stop and take Zhou Xiao away.

The noise in the yard finally stopped, and the cold wind rustled through the courtyard, whimpering and picking up the fine snow foam on the ground.

Zhe Rou's heart was still beating fast, and tears were flowing uncontrollably. Lu Chen frowned and raised his hand to wipe her tears, "妱妱..."

There was a crisp sound of "pa", which was particularly harsh in the silent courtyard. Zhe Rou slapped his outstretched hand away and shouted angrily: "Don't touch me!"

Lu Chen's hand froze in mid-air, leaving a red mark on the back of his hand, which was burning with pain.

After a long while, she raised her tearful eyes, her gaze piercing him like an icy blade, and sneered, "Are you satisfied with this?"

Not wanting to hear his answer, Zhe Rou wiped the tears from her cheeks angrily, turned around and walked back, but she didn't expect Lu Chen to catch up with her, grab her wrist, and push her back against the pillar.

"妱妱!"

Her back instantly hit the cold hardwood. Seeing that he was still unwilling to let her go, Zhe Rou could not help but clench her fists. Her heart grew angrier, and she shouted in a trembling voice: "The general is extremely powerful, and this place is full of your followers. Where else can I go? Why are you worried? Let go!"

Lu Chen was stung by the burning hatred in her eyes. His heart suddenly tightened, his chest ached, and he could hardly breathe.

As the two men were in a stalemate and struggling, a small white porcelain bottle suddenly slipped out of her sleeve, fell into the snow, rolled on the ground for a few times, and stopped at his feet.

Zhe Rou frowned unconsciously.

Lu Chen's eyes dimmed slightly. He bent down to pick it up, pushed open the cloth plug with one hand, and put it to his nose to sniff.

He was all too familiar with this smell.

He was a military officer and had inevitably suffered from beatings when he was exiled. She had specially prepared this medicine for him, adding safflower and Chuanxiong to the prescription. Unlike external injuries caused by swords and knives, it was specifically designed to treat blunt injuries caused by whipping and sticks.

His long fingers tightened unconsciously, and the porcelain bottle creaked in his palm.

Although he already knew the answer in his mind, he still asked slowly, "What is this?"

Zhe Rou pursed her lips, turned her head away and said nothing, leaving him with only a stubborn profile.

A deep anger suddenly surged in his heart. Lu Chen exerted force between his fingers, suddenly crushing the porcelain bottle. He twisted her cheek and looked at her with gritted teeth, "You watched me vomit blood from an old injury with cold eyes, and even when you ran away, you didn't forget to bring him medicine... You treated Xie Mingqi like a husband and wife for a day, but a hundred days of grace."

Hearing his sarcastic words, Zhe Rou's heart was filled with hatred. The accumulated resentment suddenly surged up, and she was determined to make him unhappy. She raised her head and looked back at him without showing any weakness. She said in a trembling voice: "Of course, there is a bond between him and me. He treats me so well. If I could be with him, I would forget you sooner or later... If you hadn't plotted and forced me, Ming Qi would not have been punished. For this, I hate you more than I can."

A sudden pain twisted his lungs. Lu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at her for a moment, and suddenly chuckled, "I'm sorry."

Zhe Rou trembled all over, tears welling up in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and suppressed her sobs, "Yes! I just want to feel sorry for him, not for you. Even though I am with you now, my heart... my heart is only concerned about his safety."

Looking at the two bright red lips that kept opening and closing, Lu Chen's eyes flickered and he suddenly felt dizzy.

The lips and tongue that were once so warm and soft, and the words that were uttered were all coated with honey, making him linger and indulge in them. But now they have turned into the sharpest blade in the world, wanting to scrape off his flesh and blood, shatter his soul, and make him suffer so that he cannot be reborn.

Lu Chen gritted his teeth, swallowing the anger surging in his throat. He pursed his lips and sneered, "What a love story... When you were having fun with him, did you ever think of me? Do you know what kind of life I've been through? I was wrong, and I promised to give you an explanation. I went to kill that bitch, but when I came back, you had disappeared quietly..."

His knuckles clenched white as he continued to speak, each word hoarse, like gravel grinding against a bleeding wound. "Later, I searched everywhere for you. You weren't having a good time, so how could I be any better off? I endured so much torment day and night, and wasted so much energy... but you just wouldn't turn back..."

"Why should I look back?"

Zhe Rou's lips trembled, a hazy mist formed in her eyes, and she couldn't suppress the sobs in her throat. "It's a rare fate that we've been through hardships together, so why is it so bad... Why do you have to force it? I don't want to share wealth and glory with you, what's wrong with that? You went to find me, imprisoning me and forcing me to do things I don't want to do. Why should I turn back?"

The more she spoke, the more resentful and painful she felt. She only regretted that her words couldn't cause him more pain. She couldn't help but raise her head, sneering with tears in her eyes, "Lu Bingyan, what do you want in exchange for letting me go? Staying with you for a year, two years, until the general gets tired of me in bed and wants to find a new lover, only then will you let me go?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Chen felt as if he was drenched by snow water. He felt as if his heart was pierced by thousands of ice needles and was being torn apart inch by inch with the beating of his blood.

It is just like this to gouge out the heart and grind the bones.

She actually used such words to provoke him, belittling herself and him even more.

Every word and sentence feels like being tortured by slow slicing.

The resentment in her eyes almost burned Lu Chen to ashes.

After a long while, he finally squeezed out a hoarse voice from his burning throat, "In your heart, I'm looking for you just for this kind of thing?"

Zhe Rou's eyes were red, and she wanted to find words to hurt him. She stubbornly raised her neck and asked coldly, "What else?"

Looking at the red eyes and resentful expression of the person in front of him, Lu Chen felt a burning pain all over his body, as if his heart was being twisted by someone, and the pain was so severe that he could not find an outlet to vent.

He wanted to say something, his thin lips trembled, but he found that his throat was spasming and he couldn't make a sound for a while.

His Adam's apple rolled violently, Lu Chen's chest rose and fell sharply, and his face became paler and paler. "Okay... Since you hate me so much, then I will grant your wish."

He lowered his head, untied the dagger from his waist with trembling hands, and slammed the hilt into her palm with a "snap". "Come, kill me."

The dagger had been exposed to the cold wind for so long that the hilt was soaked in chill, causing Zhe Rou to shudder suddenly.

"Kill me." He gritted his teeth, a vein throbbing in his forehead. "After I die, no one will force you, and no one will stop you. You can live as happily as you wish, free and unrestrained. Whether you want Xie Mingqi or Li Mingqi, it's up to you."

He is like this again.

He insisted on pressing on step by step, leaving no room for maneuver. His words turned into double-edged swords, stabbing each other fiercely and cutting into the hearts of both of them, making them bleed.

Tears welled up in Zhe Rou's eyes, her thin wrist trembled constantly, and the dagger was teetering in her palm.

However, Lu Chen grabbed her slender wrist and forced her to close her five fingers and grip the handle of the knife tightly.

"Don't you hate me?" He raised his eyes, stared at her straight, and shouted sternly: "Do it!"

It was as if a thunderclap exploded overhead, and Zhe Rou felt that the blood in her body froze instantly, and a chill climbed up her spine.

Perhaps he was pushed to the limit, his mind suddenly went blank for a moment, and the accumulated grievances and resentment burst out at this moment.

Almost on instinct, she pulled out the hairpin from her temples and stabbed him fiercely!

Lu Chen stood there motionless, not dodging at all.

The sharp end of the hairpin pierced through the clothes and sank into the chest that was so close to him.

Warm blood immediately flowed out, dripping along the lines of the hairpin, falling to the ground drop by drop, dyeing the white snow red.

Zhe Rou's breathing was rapid, and her fingertips kept trembling, as if soaked in cold, and she could not stop using them.

The cold wind whistled past, carrying the broken snow, and the iron horses on the eaves were blown, shaking and making a sharp clanging sound.

It was so quiet here that you could hear a pin drop, and the only sound was the intertwined and rising sound of each other's breathing.

Lu Chen slowly lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the hairpin piercing his chest.

It was a few days ago when he was in Taozhou. He specially asked a craftsman to make a hairpin for her. The pattern carved on the hairpin was extremely rare. It was not an ordinary flower, plant, bird or animal, but a Andrographis paniculata.

She couldn't bear the pressure any longer, so she finally agreed to use the herbal medicine she had used when taking his pulse and prescribing medicine to clear away heat, cool the blood, and warm the lung meridian.

Andrographis paniculata, also known as Yijianxi.

When he first heard it, he thought the name was very appropriate.

Although she had long been a pain like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, he still couldn't help but feel happy when he saw her.

Perhaps today, this statement should be reversed.

It was clearly the moon in his heart that made him happy at the first sight, but it turned out to be a wounding arrow that pierced his heart and bones.

Lu Chen turned his head and closed his eyes in pain. His Adam's apple rolled violently a few times. When he opened his eyes again, they were a terrifying red.

His long fingers were as hard as iron, grabbing her slender wrist as she tried to retreat. His voice was hoarse as he asked in a deep voice: "Why don't you use a knife? Where is the hairpin enough?"

Zhe Rou's fingertips began to spasm uncontrollably, her chest heaving rapidly. She instinctively wanted to pull her hand back, but he held it even tighter, squeezing it tightly.

Those black eyes looked straight at her, "You don't know how to kill, right? I'll teach you."

Her heart suddenly contracted for a moment, and Zhe Rou raised her head in panic, her eyes misty, "What are you doing? Let go!"

Lu Chen looked at her gravely without saying a word.

After all, the hairpin was not as sharp as a dagger. She only penetrated three-quarters of the way into his flesh before being entangled by the strong and thin muscles of his chest, making it difficult to go deeper. However, she didn't expect that Lu Chen would become ruthless at this moment. He clamped her wrist tightly and used irresistible force to slowly stab her in bit by bit.

He refused to seek quick death and insisted on enduring this kind of torture.

Zhe Rou's wrist trembled violently, but he couldn't break free at all. He could only feel the sharp blade piercing his skin with incredible clarity, piercing through his flesh layer by layer, tearing through his blood vessels, scraping across his ribs, pausing for a moment, then continuing inward, forcibly piercing through the last layer of thin and tough cartilage.

She could even hear the tip of the hairpin scraping against the periosteum, making a slight squeaking sound.

Zhe Rou struggled in panic, "You're crazy! Let me go!"

Lu Chen's breathing suddenly stopped, his Adam's apple rolled violently a few times, and he forced himself to swallow a groan.

But he had no intention of stopping. His long fingers were like iron, and he pulled her hand towards his heart almost madly. His eyes were terrifyingly calm, dark and deep, without any emotion, and his tone was so calm that it made people tremble.

"Why are your hands shaking? If the stab isn't deep enough, how can it be fatal?"

The silver hairpin penetrated another half inch in a blink of an eye, and it was unknown where the blood vessel was pierced. The blood suddenly flowed more rapidly, and the hands of both of them were stained scarlet. The warm blood soaked through the outer robe and rolled down the hairpin, forming a thin blood line.

The pain was so severe that he could hardly bear it anymore. His knuckles trembled uncontrollably. He clenched his teeth tightly, his breathing became heavier and heavier, his lips turned pale, veins on his forehead bulged, cold sweat kept flowing down his temples and dripping down his taut jawline.

Zhe Rou began to tremble all over.

As a doctor, she knew very well that the silver hairpin had already pierced the diaphragm of the chest. If it had been half an inch deeper, it would have either penetrated the lung or damaged the heart and lung meridians. Even if Hua Tuo were alive again, he would be powerless to save the patient.

He really had the intention to die.

To force her to kill him.

Why?

Why did it have to come to this?

They used to be... they used to be such a loving young couple...

Her heart seemed to be gripped by someone, and her stomach suddenly surged with a wave of cramping pain. The sourness rushed up her throat, forcing her to almost bend over and retch.

Zhe Rou could no longer bear it. In an instant, she used all her strength to break free. Hot tears rolled down her face, and painful sobs escaped from her throat. "Lu Bingyan, you are a lunatic! A lunatic!"

The violent movement instantly pulled at the wound, and Lu Chen almost curled up in pain. His knees softened, and he fell heavily to his knees on the snow, exhaling a breath of blood while struggling.

Her breathing seemed to be frozen by the cold wind. Zhe Rou raised her hand to cover her heart, her fingertips digging deeply into the fabric of her clothes.

The hatred that was boiling just now turned into burning tears, which fell on the snow like broken strings, burning small holes one after another.

Lu Chen's consciousness began to fade. He stretched out his hand tremblingly to keep her, frowning and muttering hoarsely, "妱妱..."

Zhe Rou suddenly took half a step back to avoid his bloody hand, turned around, and her vision was already blurred by tears, but she completely forgot to wipe them away and just stumbled out.