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As Qi Wuchen was thinking, he gradually fell asleep.
He dreamed that he was in a strange bedroom filled with a faint fragrance and empty. Before he had time to think about who the owner of this bedroom was, he heard the sound of a door being pushed open behind him.
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw his prime minister dressed in red, holding a pear blossom branch, walking towards him with light steps.
He hadn't seen Ling Jianghan like this for a long time, and he was still a little dazed when he saw him again.
But that trance was soon replaced by inner uneasiness.
Because at this time, Jiang Han was obviously much thinner, and his handsome face was obviously a little sick.
Qi Wuchen wanted to speak to Ling Jianghan, but was interrupted by the sudden sound of a teacup breaking.
He looked in the direction of the sound and found that Cheng Yu was also here.
Qi Wuchen saw Ling Jianghan's lips move, as if he said something.
Strangely, he couldn't hear anything.
He frowned and saw Cheng Yu grab Ling Jianghan's hand fiercely, with an expression on his face that could almost be described as gritting his teeth.
He also couldn't hear what Cheng Yu said, but Qi Wuchen was sure that what this person said was not good.
There was no expression on Ling Jianghan's face at all times. Qi Wuchen could tell how cold his voice was just by looking at his eyes, and Cheng Yu's reaction indeed confirmed his thoughts. The expression on his face could be described as furious, and he reluctantly let go of the hand that was holding Ling Jianghan.
Qi Wuchen was like a speck of emptiness in the room, silently and invisibly watching everything before him.
He thought Cheng Yu was going to leave the next moment, but he heard the door behind him suddenly open and several guards with swords on their waists rushed in.
Cheng Yu next to him was about to leave at this time. Qi Wuchen saw a guard ferociously pressing Ling Jianghan to sit on the ground, so that Ling Jianghan leaned against the bed and could not move at all, and Ling Jianghan's head was also pressed hard on the bed by another guard.
Qi Wuchen suddenly felt something was wrong and subconsciously wanted to rush towards Ling Jianghan, but his feet seemed to be firmly grasped by an invisible hand, and he could only watch as one of the guards raised a dagger towards Ling Jianghan.
"No!" Qi Wuchen's eyes gradually turned bloodshot, and he shouted at the guard who raised the dagger at the top of his lungs: "Don't touch him! Don't touch him!"
Even if Qi Wuchen had been betrayed to death in his previous life, he would never have felt so helpless as he did now. Tears welled in his eyes, allowing him to see more clearly how the dagger stabbed Ling Jianghan's eye mercilessly.
"Stop! Don't do this to him!"
Qi Wuchen's voice at this moment was heartbreaking. He saw Ling Jianghan tightly grasping the bed curtain that had dropped down at some point in time. The veins on his bony hands were bulging, and his slender neck and waist were stretched into a line.
Through the bed curtains, he vaguely saw a bright red stain gradually spreading on the bed inside, and the sobbing that Jiang Han had been suppressing so hard suddenly entered his ears without a trace.
As the pain in his body just emerged, Qi Wuchen saw the dagger being pulled out, moved a little bit, and pointed at the boy's other eye.
"Enough!" Qi Wuchen's tears had already burst out, and his remaining rationality finally disappeared: "Stop! I beg you! I beg you!"
This attempt to stop him was still futile, and Qi Wuchen could only witness the dagger's ruthlessness once again.
The sound of his internal organs shattering made Qi Wuchen tremble all over. Even when he fell to his knees, his body was still screaming in pain.
When he spoke again, his voice was much hoarser, and he looked like a child crying because he had lost his candy: "Ling Jianghan..."
In his blurred vision, he saw Ling Jianghan's struggle gradually fade away, but suddenly he heard Ling Jianghan's voice in his ears.
The voice still sounded sleepy, but it didn't say anything else, just kept calling his name.
"Qi Wuchen? Qi Wuchen?"
Qi Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes and saw Jiang Han's sleepy eyes in the dim light.
Seeing him wake up, Ling Jianghan yawned and asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"
Qi Wuchen stared at the small table lamp beside him for a long while, and finally called out in a hoarse voice: "Ling Jianghan."
His voice was very soft, as if he was really frightened by the dream, but when he opened his mouth he didn't answer: "Why are your eyes like this?"
"Hmm?" Ling Jianghan's right hand, which had been caressing the necklace around Qi Wuchen's neck, froze instantly after hearing this, and the sleepiness on his face immediately disappeared completely: "I don't..."
"I know." Qi Wuchen grabbed the hand that was trying to escape from his neck, staring at him with eyes that were already red: "It's because Cheng Yu had someone dig out your eyes before."
"No, how could he dare..."
Before Jiang Han could finish his misleading words, a tear had already fallen from Qi Wuchen's face.
Then came the second drop, the third drop, and even more, pouring out continuously and rushing out.
Jiang Han was stunned for a moment. He tried to wipe Qi Wuchen's tears in a panic, but Qi Wuchen held his hand too tightly, making it impossible for him to take the paper from the bedside table.
He heard Qi Wuchen say in a voice that was broken with tears: "Ling Jianghan, do you know how painful it is..."
"I've forgotten." Ling Jianghan couldn't pull his hand away. He could only use the tip of his nose to wipe away the few tears on Qi Wuchen's face. He sighed helplessly and said, "So don't cry."
It would have been better if he didn't say it. As soon as he finished speaking, more tears flowed down Qi Wuchen's face.
How could anyone who practices martial arts not know what it feels like to have their eyes gouged out with a knife? Even though Qi Wuchen no longer wields swords or spears, it's impossible for him not to understand what that feeling is.
It was precisely because of this that Qi Wuchen felt pain all over his body. He buried his face in Ling Jianghan's arms, his voice completely broken: "I'm sorry..."
"You..." Jiang Han was stunned by these three words, "Why are you telling me this?"
Qi Wuchen was already a little out of breath at this moment, and tried to steady his breathing as he said, "If...if I hadn't failed to return to Beijing on time, how could Cheng Yu dare to..."
"It's not your fault." Seeing him cry like this was very painful for Jiang Han. He hugged him tightly and patted his back gently, repeating, "Qi Wuchen, it's not your fault. I never blamed you. You can't think like this."
"Jiang Han..."
The grievance in Qi Wuchen's voice was something Jiang Han had never heard before in his previous life. He opened his mouth to say something, but after thinking for a long time, he finally just sighed and hugged him tighter.
Qi Wuchen is 1.93 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, but now he is nestled in Ling Jianghan's arms like a big dog that has suffered a lot of grievances.
It was as if the suffering Jiang Han had endured in his previous life was an extremely sharp knife to him, and just a glimpse of its edge was enough to pierce him and make him bleed.
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