Ink Burns

Chapter 133: Pour Him!

Xue Changfeng is not dead.

Instead, he suffered from the same disease as his father.

Xue Changfeng, the Prince's Guardian who was imprisoned in the Tianbao Temple, a secret prison of the Censorate, suddenly fell ill without any warning in the middle of the night.

At first, his limbs became weak, and the taut chains could not even allow him to straighten his body. On the fourth day, his legs could only drag weakly on the ground like two broken flesh pillars, hanging precariously in the air only by the chains tied to his wrists.

Xue Changfeng hung there in a daze, occasionally waking up with a start, howling like a madman or in a dream: "Dad! Dad! Dad! You're here, no! Don't come over! Dad, I was wrong, Dad! Dad! Dad!"

The muffled cries filled the empty stone chamber with a fog of chaos and confusion.

"Put him down."

The fog was dispersed by a male voice as sharp as a blunt arrow.

Xue Changfeng shuddered suddenly, and since he couldn't lift his neck, he could only try hard to open his eyelids.

After seeing who it was, Xue Changfeng was like seeing a savior, his tongue was straight, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Xiaoxiao.er. Your grandfather's disease, I have been infected with your grandfather's disease. Xiaoer, Xiaoer! Go find, find, the Imperial Hospital, the Imperial Hospital's retired Huang Qishan. He wrote a prescription for your grandfather. He said, he said, as long as the person can still speak, there is an 80% chance of saving him!"

In the darkness of the corner, a tall and slender black shadow slowly walked out, its taut back like a bow, restrained and forbearing, like a cheetah ready to hunt.

Xue Xiao raised his head, and the star-like fire tied to the cliff, with a "boom" sound, ignited the boundless hatred in his eyes.

"You mean, you knew who could cure it, but you still let Xue Huaijin use Liu Yuanzheng's prescription on grandpa?"

Xue Xiao's voice remained calm throughout, and there was not even a hint of ups and downs in his words.

But Xue Changfeng heard a murderous intent in it!
"Xiao'er, Xiao——"

Xue Changfeng could still speak, but his speech was unclear. He was so busy explaining that he bit the tip of his tongue without realizing it.

He discovered to his horror that he could not feel any pain on the tip of his tongue at all!

At the beginning, Dr. Huang once said that if the patient can’t speak, the disease cannot be cured!
Xue Changfeng's dirty saliva mixed with blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he trembled: "Listen, I will explain to you, your father."

When the old man's limbs were limp, he wanted to ask Zhu to marry him, but the old man didn't dare to nod!

His eldest brother told him that he should delay the old man for a month or two, and then he, Xue Huaijin, would come forward to propose marriage. After it was confirmed, he would exchange Huang Qishan's medicine for the old man. It was just a delaying tactic, and he could get the beautiful woman!

It's just a delay of one or two months!

He feels insignificant!

He nodded!
Unexpectedly, the old man lost his voice and became paralyzed, with no intention of returning to life! He was so scared that he trembled in front of his elder brother.

The eldest brother scolded him, "You are useless! You are a piece of trash! The old man is just paralyzed, he is not dead! If he died, we would still have to mourn him! Isn't it good now? The old man no longer has the strength to control you and me, you and I can do whatever we want!"

He felt uneasy, yet at the same time he enjoyed Zhu's gentleness and kindness.

But. But. But these cannot be revealed to Xue Xiao, the God of Killing.
Xue Changfeng swallowed eagerly, his eyes moving back and forth on the wet, slippery and dirty ground.

Well, well, well, he didn't know where to start!

After he was locked up in this cell, officials took turns to interrogate him. They didn't beat him, but just hung him up! They hung him in the air! They asked where Zhu came from! They asked who arranged a marriage for him! They asked what Zhu had done! What he had said!
He was also asked what he had done with the late crown prince - how could he remember everything that happened twenty years ago?
The only thing he remembered was that he and the late prince met through Taoist scriptures and became friends regardless of age difference. It happened to be around the Qingming Festival, and they were scholars who wanted to be elegant in their friendship. So he came up with an ingenious idea and gave the late prince a sachet filled with tea stems, which symbolized both tea-drinking competition and "making up for spring". The late prince liked to carry it around his waist day and night. However, five days later, the late prince had just arrived at the Leneng Mountain in the daytime to offer grain seeds on behalf of the late emperor, and he suddenly passed away at night after returning to the palace after going down the mountain!

Ever since the death of the crown prince, he no longer served as an envoy to the Eastern Palace. His circumstances plummeted and he was no longer glorious!
He said it all!

He told all he knew!

The people from the Censorate are still interrogating!

The saint came and told him that if he explained the death of the former crown prince, he would be allowed to live.

But, he, he doesn’t know!
He doesn't know anything!

His head was buzzing all the time, as if there were gongs and drums vibrating in his ears.

His wrists and ankles were swollen and blue from being hung all day long - when had he ever suffered such torture!
He was born into a wealthy family, and because he was the youngest son of a legitimate wife, he was spoiled by his mother since he was young, and his skin has never been broken!
There are only two things I will never be able to let go of.

First, his father was very strict with him, forcing him to get up at 5am and stay up at 3am to study one book after another, one volume after another! He studied those boring eight-part essays and those tasteless Four Books! He liked studying classics! He liked painting! He liked traveling! He liked listening to operas!
All his preferences were shit in his father's eyes! All his requests could not be met!

His life is bitter, astringent and dark. It is as bitter as coptis root, as astringent as an unripe persimmon and as dark as a deep cave that never sees the light.

The second is to follow his father's words and marry Su. The Su family was a family that had been following the emperor since the founding of the Wei Dynasty. They had occupied the northern border for many years. It was not until Su's elder brother entered the capital and was appointed as the captain of the Western Suburbs Camp that the Su brothers and sisters returned to the heart of the Wei Dynasty. His father was talking about the younger sister of the Su family, completely ignoring his wish to marry the person who saved his life.
He suffers.

Xue Changfeng cried: "Xiao'er, I am suffering! My life as a father has been so hard."

"What's wrong with you?" Xue Xiao said in a low voice.

"Father, father, I have never done anything I really like!" Xue Changfeng cried, and his saliva mixed with blood flowed uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth into a silver thread: "The books I read, the calligraphy I practiced, the people I married, and the plays I listened to never, never made me feel comfortable!"

Xue Xiao raised his head and closed his eyes: In Xue Changfeng's opinion, this is considered very bitter?
What about the days when he lost his mother at a young age, was neglected by his relatives, and lived under the care of others?
What does it mean that he soaked in the dark river and did horse stance during the coldest days of winter?
What about the fact that he was hit on the head and bleeding because he was deaf in one ear and couldn't identify the stone thrown by the master?
Then what does it matter that he was assassinated several times in the court and even broke his own arm in times of crisis? !

The books I read, the calligraphy I practiced, the plays I listened to, the person I married, all made me uncomfortable.
Xue Xiao didn't want to talk to Xue Changfeng anymore, so he turned around and raised his hand: "Continue to give him water." His eyes fell on the wooden barrel in the northeast corner of the cell: "Fill that barrel with water."

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