They had just been here not long ago… and the moment they were close together, memories were instantly ignited. Song Ting couldn’t hold back and knelt down…
All of the latter's composed facade was torn off in that instant, and he instinctively grabbed Song Ting's shoulders.
In his mind, he intended to push her away, but in reality, he gripped Song Ting's shoulders tightly...
...
After a short while, Song Ting held Chu Huaixu's hand and kissed his fingertips: "Don't want anyone else, just me, okay?"
Chu Huaixu leaned down, wrapped one arm around the back of his neck, and bit his lip: "That depends on your performance, sir. Killing one Zhang Bingzhi is not enough."
Song Ting looked at him with reverence: "Okay."
"Tsk." Chu Huaixu released him, his expression somewhat disgusted. "Don't swallow next time, it has a strange taste, it's disgusting."
“I will accept it.” Song Ting rarely retorted, “I like anything that belongs to you, young master. Thank you for your generous gift, young master.”
"..."
How could someone be so shameless? Chu Huaixu was rarely taken aback, and his face turned red: "You..."
But he didn't want to show weakness in front of Song Ting, so he glared at him angrily, then gathered his clothes, turned around, and walked out.
Song Ting stared at the faint redness rising from the base of his ears, her heart pounding wildly.
He raised his hand, the hand that had just grasped Huai Xu's... and there were still traces of...
Looking down, Song Tingxin said, "Huaixu is wrong, it's clearly sweet."
...
Perhaps because he had heard about those past events with Song, Chu Huaixu had a dream that night about the scar on his body.
At that time, he had already been sold to Zuichunlou. The people there had already made contact with him. Although both sides had their own ulterior motives, they had reached a cooperation agreement because of some common goals. The people there would try their best to send him to Song Ting, and he would help them get what they wanted.
However, his face was too striking; once seen, it was hard to forget. There were far too many nobles in Chang'an who recognized his face. Once people discovered that he was Chu Huaixu, then only death awaited him.
But his face is also very important; he needs to be "Chu Huaixu," yet he cannot be the real Chu Huaixu.
They found him a Gu master from Miao territory who used cinnabar to put a small red mole on the corner of his eye and removed the "butterfly scar" on his back that was the easiest way to identify him.
The scar had been on his body since he was very young, and his grandfather had the Imperial Hospital try every possible method to remove it, but to no avail. The Empress Dowager was well aware of this.
Without this scar, he could be "Chu Huaixu," as long as Song Ting would protect him.
That was their plan at the time. It was actually a risky move; a slight misstep could have led to total defeat. It's hard to say that it wasn't a gamble.
The only bet was on the cold-hearted "sincerity" of that high-ranking commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.
When asked why he dared to do this, Chu Huaixu replied, "Because I have nothing left. A person with nothing has nothing to fear. But you, why do you dare to place your bets on me?"
“Because I have nothing either,” the person on the other end said.
The process of scar removal is very painful. Even the people at the Imperial Hospital couldn't do it, so how easy is it?
The Gu master planted a Gu in him, which was a small, hard-shelled worm with a completely red body. The Gu master used a dagger to cut open his skin, and the small red worm, smelling the blood, couldn't wait to burrow into his flesh.
In order not to affect the Gu worms, he couldn't even take the anesthetic powder, and the whole process was carried out under extremely clear consciousness.
To be honest, the feeling of the worms burrowing into his body wasn't exactly painful, just uncomfortable. He could feel the worms crawling and gnawing through his flesh bit by bit, and he could even hear the little worms making squeaking noises.
The feeling was just uncomfortable and uneasy, but not particularly painful. The excruciating pain came three nights later.
For three consecutive days, the Gu master would plant a Gu worm in his body using the same method, allowing the Gu worm to tear at his scars from the inside.
On the third day, the Gu Master left him a small piece of hard wood.
The piece of wood was about the same size and thickness as a wooden plaque, but it was completely uncarved, looking like a bare, ordinary piece of wood.
Chu Huaixu was confused and asked the Gu master. The Gu master said, "This is for you to hold in your mouth. It might hurt at night. If the pain becomes unbearable, bite on the wooden piece. We're almost there, so don't bite your tongue to death."
"..." Chu Huaixu thought he was exaggerating.
He had already been infected with Gu worms three times, so he didn't think it would hurt that much and didn't take the words to heart. But in the middle of the night, he realized that the Gu Master's words were not an exaggeration at all; he was awakened by the pain.
The pain was hard to describe in words. If I had to put it into words, it was like being subjected to several kinds of torture at the same time. Someone was pricking him with tens of thousands of tiny silver needles, and someone was cutting his flesh piece by piece with a dull knife. But the knife was so dull that every cut was very forceful, difficult, and even more painful.
It was more like someone was deliberately rubbing his wound with an iron plate studded with nails, until the wound became even more bloody and mangled...
All of these punishments were inflicted on him in the imperial prison, etched into his very soul and never to be forgotten. But the most painful, of course, was when his tendons in his hands and feet were severed.
At that time, he really wished he could just die, rather than suffer that kind of torment.
After suffering such torment, he thought he could endure any kind of pain, and that no torment was anything compared to it.
But that night, he was in excruciating pain, and then he discovered that there could be even more pain.
In the excruciating pain, his vision blurred, and all his strength was drained. In the darkness, he couldn't even get up to light a lamp. With great difficulty, he managed to find the small piece of wood that the Gu Master had left him and put it in his mouth.
Otherwise, he might really not be able to bear it and bite off his own tongue.
It hurts so much.
In that torment, he once again recalled the great fire at the Prince Duan's mansion, his mother who committed suicide in front of him, the days and nights of torture he endured in the imperial prison, and even more so, the dagger that Song Ting had slashed into his bones.
The ancient pain etched into his soul intertwined with the real pain of this moment. In his hazy consciousness, Chu Huaixu couldn't even tell what day it was or where he was.
He bit down hard on the small piece of wood in his mouth, but muffled groans of pain kept escaping from his throat.
It hurts so much...
Little dog, it really hurts...
Why did you do this to me...?
In such a painful state, he wished he could just faint from the pain, but in fact he never did. His consciousness was hazy, but the pain did not lessen at all.
The pain only subsided slowly, like the receding tide, as dawn broke on the horizon. Chu Huaixu lay curled up on the bed, his entire body soaked in cold sweat.
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