It was rare to see her playful side, Yu Qizhe curled the corners of his lips, slightly bent his knees and lowered his head to make it easier for Yu Jiao to move.
At this moment, Yu Jiao inexplicably thought of a sentence: Love can stand on tiptoe and also bend over.
Seeing her lost in thought, Yu Qizhe asked,
It seemed normal for her to fall in love with Yu Qizhe.
Yu Qizhe held up her cheeks, resting her slightly chubby cheeks in his palms, and asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"
Yu Jiao blinked her watery dark almond eyes, and for the first time, she was not stingy in expressing her love, "I was thinking... I like you so much."
She lowered her voice very softly, but the room was quiet and they were both so close to each other that Yu Qizhe could hear it clearly. His Adam's apple rolled and he held Yu Jiao in his arms with a little force.
With her face pressed against Yu Qizhe's chest, Yu Jiao could clearly hear his beating heartbeat. The two heartbeats seemed to overlap and she couldn't tell whose heartbeat was louder.
The two of them hugged each other quietly for a long time, and then the voice of a servant came from outside: "Sir, there is a secret letter."
Yu Qizhe was unmoved. Yu Jiao struggled, and he kissed her between the eyebrows before letting go. He said to the outside world, "Got it."
Yu Jiao straightened her dress and said, "I won't delay your work. I'll go to the clinic."
Yu Qizhe raised his hand to tuck the hair behind her ears, then held her hand and said, "I'll take you out."
The two men pushed open the door. The servant was still standing outside. Upon seeing the two men coming out, he bowed respectfully and handed the secret letter in his hand to Yu Qizhe, whispering in his ear, "This is the news sent back by the spy who was following Ji Wudao."
Yu Qizhe responded expressionlessly, put the secret letter in his sleeve, and walked out of the Dali Temple holding Yu Jiao's hand.
When passing by Zhaoyu, Yu Qizhe frowned slightly, turned his body slightly, and intentionally blocked the door of Zhaoyu, fearing that the filth would dirty Yu Jiao's eyes.
A cold wind blew through the eaves, and Yu Jiao realized how quiet it was. When she came here before, she passed by here with the servants and vaguely heard screams. She knew that this was the prison where prisoners were detained. She raised her eyes and glanced around. Everyone in the Dali Temple was doing their job in an orderly manner, but there was no sound. It was indeed a bit dull and lacked some vitality.
Looking at Yu Qizhe's spotless and elegant blue robe, Yu Jiao really couldn't imagine what he looked like when he was trying a prisoner. After all, he wouldn't look as ferocious as other people. Thinking of this, Yu Jiao raised the corners of her lips slightly.
Just as they were about to pass Zhaoyu, the corner door on the blue brick wall covered with cobwebs was suddenly pushed open from the inside, and two jailers came out dragging a bloody corpse.
Yu Jiao glanced over unintentionally, but her face turned pale.
It's not like she hasn't seen dead bodies before. She had encountered many bloody wounded people during her years of medical practice. However, these were nothing compared to the corpses that were obtained through the torture of cruel officials in the prison, which could be described as brutal killings.
There was not a single piece of good flesh on the dead body on the ground. It must have been the result of the slow slicing punishment. The blood soaked the tattered clothes, and the white bones were faintly visible. Both eyeballs had been gouged out, leaving only two eerie bloody holes.
Even though Yu Jiao had undergone anatomical surgery, she couldn't help feeling nauseous at this moment. The visual impact was too strong. She subconsciously turned her face away and pursed her lips.
The jailers looked up and saw Yu Qizhe's gloomy face and the slightly pale face of the woman he was holding. The two of them fell silent immediately and felt a chill on their scalps. Without even having time to salute, they hurriedly turned around and dragged the corpse back into the corner door and closed it.
A cold light flashed in Yu Qizhe's eyes. Before he was released from Zhao Prison, he specifically instructed them to gag the prisoners' mouths during torture and not to make any noise. Who would have thought that these idiots would happen to drag out the dead body that was to be thrown into a mass grave.
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