On the palace road, the palace maids or eunuchs passing by were ordered to stand aside and watch.
Zhao Junhan's knees had been bruised, and the bright red blood on his knees soaked into his thin clothes.
He kowtowed step by step, always looking straight ahead, completely ignoring the sight of the people standing.
He always knew how to advance and retreat, but it was just a matter of time.
A deliberate humiliation is nothing that cannot be tolerated.
He Ling turned his back early and couldn't bear to look anymore.
His eyes were already red, his thin shoulders were shaking slightly, and a heavy bitterness filled his heart.
About half an hour later, Zhao Junhan bent his knees and moved to the gate of Wenyuan Palace.
Liu Jin stood guard by the door and shouted inside, "Supervisor, people are here."
After a while, there was a chuckle first, and then a cold voice came, "Send His Highness back."
Liu Jin agreed, then raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him and made a gesture of invitation, "Your Highness, please go slowly."
Zhao Junhan stood up from the ground calmly.
It was still very cold at noon in late winter, and his lips and teeth had already turned white, but there was no emotion on his face.
Such a huge humiliation, It was nothing to him.
Liu Jin was surprised by his performance, but he figured it out in a moment.
What kind of person in this palace is not only smarter but also tolerant than him?
If his luck is good enough, it is not impossible to become a dragon or a phoenix among people in the future.
It's just a pity that he offended the governor early.
Zhao Junhan turned around and limped out of Wenyuan Palace.
Only then did He Ling dare to turn around, staring at his stiff back with red eyes.
The hands hanging in the air were tightly clenched into fists.
The blood from the wound on her face had already condensed into blood clots.
She didn't feel any pain just now.
But I felt obvious pain.
He Ling smiled self-deprecatingly, her slender fingers couldn't help but touch it, and she closed her eyes lightly.
Song Duan's threats before leaving were still echoing in her ears.
He did not allow her to heal the wounds on her face.
He deliberately placed A scar was left on his face, and He Ling couldn't figure out why.
He Ling didn't bother to guess.
No matter how old someone like Song Duan was, she couldn't afford to offend him, so she could only try her best to avoid him.
He Ling had to go back to Si Shan Hall for business.
When she came back with a scary face, everyone inside was startled.
They all jumped several steps away, but Sister Si Shan didn't care at all.
Surprised, he stared at her for a long time, Then he sighed and said: "Since it was the governor who spoke, there is nothing I can do about it.
You can go back and have a good rest for two days.
You can't do the job of delivering food with this face.
From now on, you can leave it to the cook."
Let’s get started.”
He Ling nodded, "Thank you, grandma, for your understanding."
He Ling tore off the blood scab on the outside with her hands, and immediately the blood on the scratches overflowed again.
She wiped it with her hands, and half of her face was stained with blood.
She smiled, but she didn't even know she was laughing.
What.
He Ling knew that Zhao Juanhan must have come back before her.
She thought of the way he was groveling and being trampled under his feet, and the way he looked calmly when he accepted the humiliation.
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The sour feeling in her chest became heavier and heavier, and she took a deep breath.
In one breath, he put his fingertips on the doorknob and opened the door gently.
Zhao Junhan was sitting on the ground, leaning against the bed.
He closed his eyes as if he was asleep, and there was no ups and downs in his breathing, as if he was dead.
There was a clear red mark on the forehead of his fair to transparent face, and his flesh and blood were blurred.
He Ling walked slowly to his side, squatted down slightly, and looked at him motionlessly with her eyes open.
This was the first time she looked at him at such a close distance, so close that she could even see his pores. clear.
Zhao Junhan's eyelashes suddenly moved.
He laughed softly, then slowly raised his eyes and asked, "What are you looking at?"
He Ling endured it for a long time, but couldn't help but choke when she spoke.
She asked: "Are you in pain?"
Zhao Junhan was stunned and shook his head, "It doesn't hurt.
It really doesn't hurt."
He Ling's hands did not dare to touch his wound.
She sniffed and hot tears fell, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you."
If she hadn't implicated him today, he wouldn't have been tortured like this.
Before he could speak, she said, "Next time, please leave me alone."
Zhao Junhan wiped away her tears with his fingers, looking very gentle and saying nothing.
He turned away from Ling and said with a dry throat, "I'm going to get the medicine.
Your injury is serious."
Zhao Junhan did not stop her movement, but he did not move his eyes away from her.
She took out the spare medicine she had prepared from the cabinet, and knelt down in front of him.
A faint fragrance seemed to be permeating her body, and her expression was serious. , he could only be seen in the dark pupils.
I have to say that this realization made Zhao Junhan feel very happy, and even the wound on his forehead no longer hurt as much as before.
He Ling quickly cleaned up his injuries.
Her legs and feet began to feel numb after kneeling for a long time.
When she was about to stand up, Zhao Junhan grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
She fell into his chest, His whole face was buried in it.
Zhao Junhan raised her face and looked at the scars on her face carefully.
He gently rubbed his fingertips on it.
He was not afraid at all of the ugly picture reflected in his eyes.
He opened his mouth, but nothing happened.
Didn't say.
He didn't want to commit to something he couldn't do now.
One day, he will make Song Duan repay the pain he inflicted on her a thousand times.
Zhao Junhan sighed, took the initiative to put his arm around her waist, and murmured: "Are you afraid?"
He Ling lowered her eyes, "Afraid."
She pulled away his palm, came out of his arms, filled a basin of hot water, and cleaned the bloody side of her face.
After applying medicine, the scars quickly scabbed. , the scar on her index finger is still very conspicuous on her fair face.
Song Duan should control his strength, it is not the kind that cannot be cured, but he has given an order not to treat it, so from now on she can only bear it.
This is a mutilated face.
Song Duan was indeed the ruthless admiral of the West Factory, and he was really ruthless when he dealt with the little girl.
He Ling looked in the mirror, clicked his tongue twice, and thought to himself, this is really scary.
She turned around, smiled and asked him, "Isn't it ugly?"
Zhao Junhan shook his head seriously, "It's not ugly."
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Her facial features are in good shape, and when the scars fade away in the future, she really won’t look ugly if you don’t look closely.
He Ling only regarded these words as relief, but even if they were lies, she was quite happy to hear them.
When I go to bed at night, I sleep with Ling on the bed and on the floor as usual.
He Ling pulled the quilt over his head, and the sadness in his heart suddenly overwhelmed him.
He didn't feel sad during the day, but this time he felt extremely wronged.
After all, she was just a teenager.
She closed her eyes, the quilt pressed against her eyelids, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, and she thought of many things.
A long time ago, He Ling was not alone.
She had parents who loved her and a brother who doted on her.
He Ling hid under the quilt and sobbed softly.
She didn't want to disturb the people sleeping on the ground.
However, Zhao Junhan didn't close his eyes and he couldn't sleep either.
It wasn't that he wasn't sleepy, but he couldn't sleep because he heard her little choked sobs.
He Ling vaguely remembered her brother who was far away in Zhili, Jiangnan.
Her brother had already changed his name.
If he wanted to participate in the imperial examination, he had to change his name.
The last time he saw his brother was two years ago.
He touched Her head said that she would stay in the capital soon.
He Ling didn't know if her brother had come over now.
He never told her about the past, and never mentioned the past of He Ling's family.
What He Ling could know was just the tip of the iceberg.
She remembered that they not only had relatives like her uncle, There should still be an uncle.
My eldest aunt let it slip that my brother looked like my uncle and my nephew always looked like my uncle.
He Ling has no memory of this uncle, except that she was hugged by this uncle when she was a child.
It was almost midnight, and He Ling still couldn't fall asleep.
Tears kept flowing like water.
Unfortunately, she was still holding back her sadness silently.
The slightest sound was amplified in Zhao Junhan's ears. , he lay upright, originally not wanting her to notice that he was not asleep, but at this moment he changed his attention.
Zhao Junhan got on the bed from underneath, wrapped his arms and legs around her pretty body, and hugged her with the quilt.
The person in his arms stiffened, and it took him a long time to stick his head out from the quilt.
Her almond-shaped eyes were red.
Yes, before she opened her mouth to speak, he reached behind her head and pressed her chest.
His tone was light, but still with a trace of pity, "Cry."
He Ling couldn't hold back.
She grabbed his clothes with her little hands and cried loudly.
She hiccuped while crying, "My face has become ugly."
"I want to go home."
"Hiccup, I miss my brother."
She cried until the end and couldn't remember what she said, so she hid in his arms and fell asleep.
Zhao Junhan patted her back and secretly and quickly kissed her wound.
"Don't be sad, I will be good to you."
The low voice was almost inaudible.
His pupils were terrifyingly bright in the darkness.
It was a deep obsession, as if it were a whirlpool of darkness in the abyss.
He closed his eyes, read Song Duan's name once, and suddenly laughed, an extremely mocking smile, a smile that was cold to the heart.
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