The silence only lasted for a few seconds, and Wu Er asked blankly, "You are older than me, shouldn't I call you brother?"
"How do you know my age?"
"I told you, I once learned a little bit of Chinese medicine, and I can feel the bones to determine the age of the bones."
That sounds reasonable.
Shi Yu didn't ask any more questions.
Wu Er looked at the arrow on his shoulder, but didn't dare to touch it. His eyes were red. "Can you let me bandage it for you? At least take the arrow out first. I promise not to touch you."
After a moment of silence, he nodded: "Thank you."
The process of pulling out the arrow was thought to be troublesome, but it actually went very quickly.
Because there was no anesthetic, and the arrow was forged with a barb, the skin and flesh would be damaged if it moved.
Wu Er used the silver knife to gesture at the wound on his shoulder for a long time before he found the right angle like a carving a piece of art. He carefully made two cuts along the direction of the barb, and the hand holding the arrow did not move for a long time.
Shi Yu simply reached out and pulled out the arrow himself. When he looked up, he saw that the girl's eyes had become even redder, and she looked like she was about to cry: "Be gentle, does it hurt?"
He let go of her hand: "It's okay."
Wuer looked at his expression and opened his backpack.
There are five grids. The glass bottle containing the eyeball occupies one, the bottle of water for washing the scalpel occupies one, the handkerchief for wiping occupies another, the scalpel itself occupies one, and the remaining one is a white porcelain bottle.
She didn't lift the fabric, but directly cut off the part that was stuck to the flesh and blood, moving the knife lightly and quickly: "Who hurt you?"
Shi Yu sat in the corner: "Be punished."
Wu Er listened to his irrelevant answer and said, "I heard that things have changed outside. The former emperor has been dethroned, and the former prime minister is now in his place."
She was not idle during the half day she spent in the harem.
"You were originally an imperial censor, and the prime minister became the emperor, so you were imprisoned? Who did that to you?"
"have no idea."
That means the system had been tortured before it was put into use.
Wu Er uncorked the porcelain bottle and said to himself, "I don't know who did it, but the emperor must have given the order first."
No matter who you exclude, you cannot exclude the emperor.
The words were as light as a whisper. She carefully applied medicine to him and changed the subject: "Who shot the arrow?"
Being tortured and being shot by an arrow are definitely two different injuries.
Shi Yu: "Pursuers."
"Why are you chasing me?"
"I did some work in the palace."
The more you confide in someone, the deeper the connection. He downplayed it, obviously not planning to interact with her too much.
Wu Er lowered his eyelids, tore off the hem of his shirt and bandaged him, tying a bow: "Can you let me see the wound on your collarbone?"
He said, "No."
The girl uttered a low “Oh” and placed the blue and white porcelain bottle in his hand: “This is for you, wipe it yourself, otherwise the wound will definitely get inflamed.”
Without waiting for the other party to speak, she stood up and said, "I have something else to do. I'll go out first. You should have a good rest."
It is almost dusk now, and there is still one hour left before the end of this node deployment.
Once the sun sets today, it will be even more difficult to find someone in such a huge palace, not to mention that Shi Yu's people will need to appear in front of the people in the capital tomorrow morning to prove the authenticity of the new emperor's imperial edict. Once Shi Yu leaves the palace, he will certainly live under the eyes of the people, and the emperor will not be able to do anything with him.
In short, as long as no one is caught within this hour, there will be no chance to avenge today's hostage-taking.
The new emperor was obviously aware of this. When he heard the report from below, his calm face was about to collapse: "With so many guards, you can't even catch one person?!"
The guards below were trembling with fear and dared not say a word.
After driving away the servants, the new emperor was still angry. He did not show a good face to the eunuchs who stayed behind, and cursed loudly: "That evil creature!"
The eunuch stood where he was and for the first time did not respond.
The new emperor frowned and turned around, only to see that the eunuch who was standing next to him suddenly went limp and fell down.
He was startled and stood up suddenly and opened his mouth, but the next moment a pillowcase was stuffed in his mouth.
A pair of white and tender hands covered the back of his head, and a sweet voice that belonged only to girls spoke softly, "Shh, don't make any noise."
The new emperor's eyes widened, and just as he was about to struggle, he was kicked hard on the calf and fell directly to the ground.
Before he could use his hands to take the things out of his mouth, he was grabbed by someone, and one foot stepped directly on the cloth in his mouth. The strong feeling of a foreign object in his throat made him almost vomit.
Wuer had a mask on his face, which covered his head and chin, leaving only his eyes exposed.
She tore off a piece of the bed curtain, tied the new emperor's hands and feet, and then slowly turned him over.
The new emperor's eyes widened.
After Emperor Cheng was overthrown, officials either surrendered or were imprisoned. Xu Xian, the eldest princess, was banished to the cold palace. However, Wu Er was neither an official nor a descendant of the previous dynasty. She was just one of the 3,000 beauties of the previous emperor. Therefore, she was directly taken into the harem of the new emperor, and even the place where she lived did not change.
Therefore, there weren't many spies around her, so it was much easier to find her than Shi Yu, who was guilty.
Wuer lowered her eyelids and looked at him, gently curved her almond-shaped eyes, and the silver knife in her sleeve slipped from her fingertips.
The new emperor subconsciously wanted to escape and make some noise, but before he could take a few steps, he was dragged back by the girl with one hand.
Wu Er tore open the complicated dragon robe, held the silver knife, and stabbed forward without hesitation.
The knife stabbed the collarbone.
The emperor's mouth was blocked and he was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound even though he was crying. His whole body was struggling.
Wuer drew her knife, and the blade reversed to tear up the flesh and tissue. She grabbed the man's arm and stabbed him again.
The knife stabbed at the wrist.
The emperor's tears flowed even more and his muscles cramped with pain.
Wu Er drew out the knife again, with meridian debris stuck to the blade, and leaned forward to strike for the third time.
The knife stabbed in the shoulder.
Wu'er didn't see exactly how many injuries Shi Yu had on his body, because she was bleeding and exposed, so she only knew of these three.
The three positions just coincide with those on his body.
However, it is not her character to fight back.
Her character is to give back double.
The emperor could no longer struggle, but the girl in front of him, whose face was wrapped tightly, just smiled, pulled out the knife, and stabbed it into his collarbone again.
Then the wrists and shoulders.
The second reincarnation.
The third time.
The fourth time.
…
Wu Er didn't say a word from beginning to end, let alone make a sound.
Separated by a wall, the guards outside the wall were guarding, while the eunuchs inside the wall were unconscious and could not hear any movement. They had no idea that the new emperor they all served was being trampled underfoot.
I don't know how much blood was shed on the ground.
How do others describe Wuer?
Her fans on the live broadcast said that she was a devil from hell who would take people's lives, those who had played the same game with her said that she was a fake with a two-faced appearance, and those whose eyes had been gouged out by her in the past said that she was a cruel and bloodthirsty pervert.
Only her captain hit the nail on the head: she is a yandere who has no bottom line and dares to do whatever she wants.
The new emperor has completely fainted.
Wu Er grabbed a corner of the dragon robe and carefully wiped the blood off the blade. His eyes scanned the other person's body, finally falling on his heart.
Since you're already here, why not just give it one more blow?
She seriously considered the feasibility of this matter, but when she thought of the information she had learned along the way and everything she had heard about Shi Yu doing in the Golden Palace, she finally stood up.
never mind.
If the emperor died, all he had done would be in vain.
Because most of the guards were sent out to look for people, there were not many left behind, and their vigilance was generally not high. Wu Er easily avoided the sight of the patrol and returned to the cold palace.
She took off the mask on her head, walked into the hall, and squatted down: "Have you applied the medicine?"
Shi Yu nodded and returned the remaining porcelain bottle to her.
Wu Er didn't answer: "I already gave it to you, and you didn't refuse it yourself."
She didn't give him a chance to refuse then.
Shi Yu looked at her and said, "I will pay you back this time."
Putting away the knife, Wu Er still looked innocent and harmless, and the bloody smell could not hide her temperament: "Want to repay me?"
She said with a smile: "Then how can I ask for this favor?"
Shi Yu thought silently for a few seconds: "I'll try my best."
Wu Er said: "Then you should change your name."
Shi Yu: “?”
"My name." Wu Er didn't dare to get too close, "Don't call me by my name next time."
"What's that called?"
“Yeah.”
She pretended to be all ears.
He replied: “I refuse.”
“…”
This is really expected.
Just like when she first saw him standing on the corpse, the first thing he said was that men and women should not touch each other. His sense of propriety and distance towards girls was always controlled to a level that others could not misunderstand even if they wanted to.
She knew he was polite, rational, gentlemanly, self-sustaining, sincere and gentle. But she also knew he was cold-hearted, indifferent to life and death, and that he could really stand aloof from the matter if it didn't concern him. Otherwise, how could he calmly pull out the knife from her hand and teach her etiquette, justice and integrity after seeing her stabbing someone with blood on her hands?
He can help people in need, but can also kill people with someone else's knife; he has done good things that can make people's hearts boil, and he has also done evil things that everyone wants to avoid; he has ascended to the altar of gods, and he has also walked through the streets; he has played music, chess, calligraphy and painting, held swords, guns, sticks, reached into the mud to pull up the lost people who were falling, and held a sword with a silver blade as sharp as frost and stained with blood. Even China looked back at him.
Later she once asked him his name: "What should I call you from now on?"
He gave an extremely perfunctory answer: "It's up to you."
She had thought about this question seriously. She had never been to school before she was fourteen, and she always addressed other people as Mr. for men and Ms. for women. But she knew that he was different from those people who looked at her from outside when she was locked in the cage, and she didn't want to call him by those dirty and smelly names. After thinking for a long while, she finally made up her mind: "Then how about I call you brother?"
He still said, "It's up to you."
The setting sun gave him a golden edge until it disappeared below the horizon.
[This launch node has ended, players are about to return]
The sunset, the palace, the grass and trees began to fade away, and what appeared before our eyes was still the secret room and a round table.
Painful cries were heard simultaneously from several places on the table.
There was a sword wound several feet deep on Tang Linchuan's neck, blood splattered, and when he fell, the back of his head hit the ground. He struggled for a few seconds like a dehydrated fish, and then collapsed.
In addition to him, there were three other people who fell to the ground, including two men and one woman.
The man, like Tang Linchuan, had his neck chopped off. Shi Yu recognized that they were also officials who were ordered to be executed by the new emperor in the Golden Palace.
As for the woman, her skull was cracked, and it looked like she had been hit by a blunt object or had fallen down the stairs to death.
But the women in the palace were not like the officials of the previous dynasty. Most of them were locked up in the cold palace after the change of generations. No one should have deliberately harmed them, and there was no need to make their deaths seem like accidents.
Wu Er was not as tall as him, and the dead people were sitting opposite her. She leaned forward to see how they died. She could quickly determine the cause of the man's death based on the news she heard in the palace. She turned around and asked, "Why did the woman die?"
"If it wasn't a player who did it," Shi Yu looked at the body, "then it was that shameless ghost who killed him."
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