Chapter 14 Sick
Wu Chun could smell the faint smell of blood on Shen Sui because she was close to him.
His dark eyes reflected the shaking silver bells.
"I don't know what your Highness is talking about."
That was the only answer she could give.
Shen Sui's fingertips that were hooked on the red string moved, and the string became tighter. He raised his eyes, "I didn't know when you and Shen Heng got together."
Wu Chun saw that his eyes were cold and piercing, like a barren wasteland covered with frost and snow, and she was imprisoned in this wasteland.
Compared to others, Shen Heng was the one that bothered him the most. Fortunately,
he didn't ask about her coming to deliver clues to help solve the case.
But...
the red string was tightening a little bit.
From the coolness on her neck, to the itching of her skin, to the restraint and oppression...
His powerful hands moved away from her waist, grabbed her wrists, and twisted her hands behind her back.
The fear of death was like a lingering red thread. Wu Chun's eyelashes trembled, and she trembled, "No, no... Your Highness, I am just eager to save the princess. If I submit the letter in my name, it will take a lot of time, but if I use your name, many things will go much more smoothly..."
Shen Sui paused, "You were so bold before that you dared to deliberately ridicule me. I thought you were just resentful about the marriage. Now you are so bold that you dare to sit in Shen Heng's own carriage. Do you know that only the relatives and family members of Prince Ze'an can sit in it? Since you are so bold, what are you afraid of now?"
"Of course, I'm afraid that His Highness will kill me."
Her eyelashes trembled, tears welled up in her eyes, like a flower branch swaying in the spring rain, her teeth biting her red lips, and even the silver bells began to tremble.
It seems that she is really scared.
Shen Sui said: "You are afraid of the person beside you, but you are not afraid of being jealous and hated by the palace. People say that you are timid and presumptuous, but you are timid to me. I really can't see you clearly."
Wu Chun is really afraid of Shen Sui!
Who has two strings around his neck, and the strings are getting tighter and tighter, how can he not be afraid? And how did she die in her previous life? The cold wind at high altitude, thousands of arrows piercing the heart!
How could she possibly think that Shen Sui would have some feelings for her because of their companionship and the time they had spent together, and that he would let her go...
Thinking of her past life, she suddenly felt a spark of anger rising in fear.
Why should she be forced by him in this way after living a new life? He was just doing it for his own face, and there was no possessiveness related to love, but he made her so scared and fearful. Why?
So he looked into Shen Sui's eyes and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, if you want to kill me, then kill me. My father is the King of Southern Xinjiang, my brother is the Prince of Southern Xinjiang, and he will be the future King of Southern Xinjiang. If you kill me, Southern Xinjiang will never be at peace! I should not be your wife, but your wife. Now you want to kill me. What's the reason?"
"Do you think I dare not kill you?!"
The red line tightened abruptly!
The blue veins on the back of Leng Bai's hand bulged and twisted.
These words really pierced his heart.
Her throat tightened, as if a bony hand suddenly grabbed her neck. Wu Chun suffocated and coughed violently, and tears were forced out of her eyes.
Bloodshot gradually appeared in Shen Sui's eyes, "What's so good about Shen Heng?" He grasped the hatred flashing in Wu Chun's eyes, and suddenly smiled, his eyes gradually became crazy, "Since you feel that marrying me is a loss, why not let him see how you are getting on with me? You know, as long as I want, there is nothing I can't do..."
Before he finished speaking, Wu Chun bit Shen Sui's wrist!
Shen Sui's fingertips trembled slightly, and Wu Chun used his forehead to hit Shen Sui's nose again, using all his strength, Shen Sui's hand couldn't help but loosen, taking advantage of this opportunity, Wu Chun struggled off him and fell to the ground.
Blood flowed straight down from Wuchun's mouth and Shen Sui's nose.
Wuchun curled up like a hedgehog, hugged his knees tightly, and looked at Shen Sui with a pair of sharp eyes.
The bell fell to the ground, dragging the red line, rolling around for a few circles before stopping.
But Shen Sui did not pull her anymore, and said: "Why do you hate me? Have you ever thought that even if you marry Shen Heng, you may not be as comfortable as being with me? He is such a polite and well-behaved person. If you make the slightest mistake, he will be displeased, not to mention the act of climbing over the wall and removing tiles. It's already a month of house arrest!"
"So what?" Wu Chun cried, and big tears fell like beads, "I'd rather marry a dog than you!"
At the same time, blood from Shen Sui's nose dripped onto the white collar. The hand with a circle of teeth marks suddenly tightened, and picked up a porcelain cup on the table and threw it.
It flew past Wu Chun's cheek and hit the wall. There was a crisp sound, and porcelain pieces splashed.
At this moment, the door creaked open. The waiter who came in to deliver the food saw the porcelain pieces on the ground, and Wu Chun and Shen Sui were arguing with each other. He was so scared that he didn't know what to do.
Shen Sui said, "Get out!"
Wu Chun said, "Bring it in!"
Both eyes shot at the waiter at the same time.
The waiter was stunned. Who should he listen to?
His eyes, which were squeezed into a line by the flesh on his face, looked at Wu Chun, and then at Shen Sui. One was on top and the other was on the bottom. One had a bleeding nose and the other had blood on the corner of his mouth. There were also thin marks on his neck. Didn't it make it clear that the couple had a fight?
After thinking for a moment, the waiter walked in with the dishes under Shen Sui's cold gaze, put the plates in the place farthest from Shen Sui, and ran away.
The door closed again.
Wu Chun's tears were not yet dry, but he looked at Shen Sui with sarcasm. Shen Sui's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he shouted coldly: "Get up!"
"Get up so you can kill me?"
Shen Sui gritted his teeth and said: "Do you think it will take me that long to strangle you to death?"
Wu Chun said hatefully: "You still think you are right?"
"Get up!" Shen Sui walked over and pulled him up. Wu Chun pried his hands apart, and with his arms, he picked up Wu Chun and put him on the table. The bloodshot in his eyes was as dense as a spider web. Lifting Wu Chun's chin, Wu Chun said vigilantly: "What are you doing?"
Shen Sui looked at her neck. The skin was so delicate that it would leave red marks if touched. Now the skin was broken by the strangulation. There was a circle of red marks on the skin, and tiny blood beads were oozing out.
Wu Chun slapped Shen Sui's hand away, fearing that he would go crazy and pinch her again.
"Don't mention Shen Heng to me in the future." He said coldly.
Wu Chun looked into his eyes and felt that the hostility between his brows seemed to fade gradually, and then his brows slightly frowned.
"That also depends on whether there will be any request to the Grand Prince in the future." Wu Chun said casually.
"Is there anything he can do that I can't do?" Shen Sui said.
As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief. Wu Chun thought he was going to wipe the blood from his nose, but he stretched the handkerchief under his chin and wiped along the marks on his neck.
His face was cold, without much warmth, and it made people unable to see the slightest sympathy.
Wu Chun sneered in her heart, it was just for face. If she had any problems with him, it would naturally be his face that would be refuted.
There are too many things that Shen Heng can do and he can't do. Shen Heng could at least be a considerate husband, and would not be as cold and heartless as Shen Sui.
Therefore, Wu Chun simply remained silent.
Shen Sui spoke slowly, "You think Shen Heng is glorious, and was named Prince Ze'an, but you don't know that fortune changes, and some glory and wealth are not long-lasting. Only those who are still glorious at the end are truly glorious."
Is he hinting that he wants to rebel and become emperor?
Wu Chun didn't dare to answer.
Shen Sui didn't say anything more.
After he wiped her blood, he wiped it under his nose, put away the handkerchief, bent his knuckles, wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, and smiled as if to coax her, "Just be good, don't fool me with nonsense, and don't provoke me." He
is really fickle.
Wu Chun turned her face away to avoid his touch.
Another waiter came to serve dishes, and Wu Chun got down from the table. This time, three dishes were served, a total of four dishes, all ready.
Steamed goose with bamboo shoots, river shrimp fried with basil, papaya and white fungus soup, and perch fish noodle soup in clear soup.
Two bowls of fish noodle soup were served, steaming hot. On the white soup were a piece of boneless fish, trembling tofu, shiny sour beans, and green coriander. After Shen Sui handed a bowl to Wu Chun, he picked up the wooden chopsticks and picked up all the coriander in the bowl before starting to eat.
Shen Sui avoided very sweet food, coriander, green onions, celery, and mutton.
He didn't like any food with a strong and pungent smell.
In her previous life, Wu Chun cooked a few meals for Shen Sui. Her cooking skills were not that good, but she learned for Shen Sui. As the saying goes, a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen. A princess of the royal family cooked in person, and was secretly ridiculed by the servants.
She had fried Houttuynia cordata, stewed southern Xinjiang secret sour soup fish, fried bracken rice cakes, cooked oil tea and five-color rice. Among them, only Houttuynia cordata was ignored by Shen Sui after he touched it with his chopsticks. As for the coriander used to season the sour soup fish, Shen Sui never touched it with his chopsticks.
Wuchun was stunned for a moment, and Shen Sui suddenly said, "Not to your taste?"
Wuchun shook her head. The food in Southern Xinjiang and the capital of Liang State was quite different. She was not picky about food, so she could eat most of the food in Liang State. She neither liked it nor hated it.
In silence, the two finished their dinner. When night fell, Shen Sui carried Wuchun back to the Dali Temple.
However, because of the quarrel, both of them had some marks on their faces. Shen Sui's face was a little cold. Wuchun seemed to have just cried, with red at the corners of her eyes and a circle of red marks on her neck. The officials around her deliberately looked away.
Jiang Xuan paused for a moment, then said, "Your Highness, we have found a craftsman, but the Dali Temple does not have a smelting furnace, so we need to go to the craftsman's shop outside this street, you see..."
Wu Chun said, "Go ahead, it shouldn't take long to smelt the silver. If it's too late and the curfew comes, I won't go back to the palace, I..."
Shen Sui said, "Let's find a guest house to stay."
The official next to him coughed awkwardly, but after thinking about it, it was indeed the right thing to do.
After all, the official residences were close to each other, and those living around Shen Sui were all big masters. It would be inconvenient for him to bring his princess with him.
Wu Chun was not in a good mood, "If you want to stay, please stay in two rooms. I have my period."
The men present really wanted to dig a hole to bury themselves. Is this something you can say in front of them? Each one is more daring than the other!
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