Chapter 37

Xuanfeng could not guess at all that although he sent the letter, it was destroyed by Meixue's news, so this news was destined to be in the hands of Si Yucheng.

Si Yucheng was looking for Yan Qingyu's figure when he was bored in Tianxiang Restaurant. No one saw her leaving, but there was no one in the building. He couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Where did this girl go?

A bad feeling arose in his heart. Si Yucheng followed his heart and left the crowd's sight and looked around in confusion.

The heart was beating abnormally, and the heart, which had changed just for the little girl, was beating uneasy, as if something was not very good was about to be born.

Si Yucheng reached the end of the third floor, which was a dead end, but he looked up and felt something. He touched the wall with one hand and leaned there motionlessly, as if there was the person he was looking for behind the wall, calling silently.

...

Yan Qingyu was weak in all limbs because of pain. She had completely cut off her external affairs and was completely pulled into the darkness by nightmare and could not get out of it.

Bai Jiu finally decided to force her to sleep, pick up the slender silver needle that she didn't usually use, tear her clothes open, and pressed the acupoints. How could she enter a deep sleep, cut off the feeling between her body and brain, and make her feel more comfortable.

Otherwise, she will feel the pain keenly but cannot control her body and can only grit her teeth to bear it.

He couldn't bear it.

Bai Jiu pierced a silver needle into Yan Qingyu's shoulder acupoint, picked up another silver needle and touched the back of her neck. When the needle was about to enter, the door was suddenly kicked away. Ziyu and Chishui stood in front of Bai Jiu and the other two and blocked the flying door panel, and saw a cold figure standing at the door at the door.

They were shocked.

Is it the fourth prince?

Si Yucheng saw Yan Qingyu, who was dressed in disheveled through the transparent gauze curtain, and he ignored the black bee, with his eyes open with a murderous intent: "What did you do to her?"

He was murderous, anxious and domineering, and he took action without explaining to a few people.

Chishui and Ziyu directly stopped Si Yucheng. Fortunately, Ziyu and Chishui easily stopped him because he had not healed because of his serious injury.

Bai Jiu didn't expect the Fourth Prince to find this place, and things became a little troublesome.

He gave a wink at Chishui, and the fourth prince could not let the relationship between Yan Qingyu and them.

Chishui understood and rushed towards Si Yucheng with Ziyu, both open and secretly. Baijiu had a medicine that made people forget things that they shouldn't remember, so the fourth prince shouldn't remember what they are now.

Si Yucheng ignored Ziyu and Chishui. His eyes were fixed on the bed with wide eyes and empty despair. He looked at her embarrassed look who was struggling because of pain, and his pupils shrank: "Inner Demon?"

"Come back!" Bai Jiu's pupils also shrank.

You can see it at a glance?

Si Yucheng rushed to Bai Jiu, waved Bai Jiu and Xuan Feng away, held Yan Qingyu's wrist, and felt the broken and destructive waves of her dantian, which was like a rock sinking into the sea, his angry eyes were full of murderous intent: "I actually gave her a demon? How did you take care of her?"

Bai Jiu and his men were scolded and were wronged.

Si Yucheng placed Yan Qingyu smoothly on the bed, his eyes full of anger and felt a little distressed. He turned around and said, "Do you have a piano?"

The black bee nodded, "Yes!"

"You all go out!" Si Yucheng's cold order, Xuanfeng was dissatisfied but was pulled by Bai Jiu. Bai Jiu shook his head at her, and then stood outside the door when the few people brought the piano in.

The black bee gritted her teeth and stamped her feet: "Bai Jiu, what if he..."

"He knows how to clear the heart!" Bai Jiu interrupted Xuanfeng's words.

"How do you know?" Xuanfeng was surprised. Before Bai Jiu could answer, the heart of the piano, which was soothing people's hearts like flowing water, sounded. It was a sound that was softer than the spring breeze, warmer than the warm sun, and lighter than the river.

When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practices deep Prajna Paramita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty and overcomes all sufferings.

Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color,

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form; feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are the same.

Sariputra is the empty form of all dharmas: neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing.

Therefore, there is no form in the air, no feeling, thinking, action and consciousness.

No eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, colorless sound and fragrance

The Qingxin Mantra can calm the anger and soothe the anger in her heart. For Yan Qingyu, who is trapped in the inner demon, this Qingxin Mantra is like a fairy music to her and can relieve the pain in her body.

Her pain is not a physical pain, but a fantasy pain caused by a pathological psychology.

She couldn't wake up because she could see a twisted and hated face in front of her, Yan Qingyue's face.

Yan Qingyue was wearing a beautiful palace outfit and exquisite makeup, holding an exquisite fan in her hand, "Is this beautiful fan beautiful?"

"This is a unique beauty fan made with your human skin. I like it very much." Yan Qingyue shook the fan proudly, and even deliberately brought the human skin fan closer to the woman who had long been disfigured and had a hideous face.

The woman tied into rice dumplings by the cold chain was stripped off, and her limbs were not intact. Even her ten fingers were cut off, leaving only her palms tightly wrapped in the cold chain. The woman half-sitting on the ground had already lost her legs, but she was still tied tightly, for fear that she would escape.

"Yan Qingyue, you are so poisonous!" The hoarse voice seemed to be rubbing against the ground, very harsh, but the beautiful Yan Qingyue squinted her eyes happily and listened to the ugly voice.

It sounds so nice, the sound of Qingyue turned out to be so unpleasant.

That beautiful face turned into a ferocious look now.

The hands that could hold a spear in the battle were cut off their ten fingers.

The legs that could jump out of the inspiring Zhan Wu were crushed and cut off.

The jealous white skinned skin was cut one after another and turned into the bloody ugly appearance now...

Everything is really pleasant.

The picture is particularly beautiful.

"Your Majesty will hold a ceremony for the queen seal for me on the day, give me ten miles of red makeup, and ascend to the queen position with a glorious charm. Yan Qingyu, I am tired of playing. You are so humble now that you are disgusting and make people feel uninterested." Yan Qingyue held a fan to cover her mouth and nose, covered the unpleasant smell of blood, and looked at her former enemy with contempt.

In the end, she won.

"A mere polite daughter, do you really think she can make a big splash? The witch who fought on the battlefield? Haha... it ended up falling into my hands?"

"You are just a sword in your hand. When Your Majesty sat on the throne, you no longer need you. Do you understand the principle of 'The birds are gone, and the good bows are hidden; the cunning rabbits die, and the lackeys are cooked'? From the beginning to the end, your Majesty doesn't love you, but you are just using you."

"Your Majesty has never touched you, kissed you once, and even held your hand. Why are you so stupid? When you were seriously injured on the battlefield, Your Majesty went to an appointment with me. You were besieged by the enemy and didn't have food and grass because Your Majesty wanted you to die on the battlefield. When you returned from serious injury, Your Majesty poisoned you repeatedly to make you die unconsciously. And you were not tactful at all, and in the end, your Majesty had to personally sack your martial arts and give you to me as a toy."

"I told Your Majesty that I don't want you to die too quickly, so Your Majesty taught me some torture methods. Cut off a piece of your meat in one day until you can't make it... How does it feel if you last for half a year without dying?"

Yan Qingyu's ears were heard like a spell, gentle, but it was wrapped around her and unable to move. She was forced to face the most feared and painful scene after scene.

Shut up!

Shut up!

Yan Qingyue, I will not let you go, shut up!

Stop talking about it!

Yan Qingyu wanted to wake up but was entangled by black mist. She struggled, even though her skin was incredibly painful, and a hideous and bloody face appeared in the black chore behind her, dragging her so that she could not go anywhere. That was her former self, who was tortured and penetrated by thousands of arrows.

Yan Qingyu was in panic and wanted to break free from the phantom of her previous life that trapped her tightly, tightening her bit by bit, making her unable to breathe.

Who will...

Save me.

Sharp sound of piano

The bloody phantom beside him screamed, and he held his head and slid down from her body. He screamed in resentment as if he was breaking a hole in the sky. His hoarse voice roared angrily, as if he was meddling in other people's business. The dark world was broken a hole, and the sharp piano sound broke into this lightless world, as if gods and Buddhas descended to this hell of the infinite, bringing a hint of warmth.

"Are you awake?" The sky that broke through a big hole was printed with a backlit face. The facial features on that face were completely invisible, but she felt a sense of peace of mind.

I couldn't help but reach out... The black fog on my hand turned into ash smoke when it touched the ray of sunlight.

He stretched out his hands until he felt the warmth of his palms. Yan Qingyu's eyes moved... The picture in front of her flickered, and she looked at the shocking handsome face of the man in front of her.

The two of them looked at each other in the air...

Long time.

Si Yucheng stared at her eyes, and when he saw a layer of tiny luster floating in her eyes, he realized that she had finally woken up from the magical realm of his heart, holding her hand tightly, "How do you feel?"

Yan Qingyu opened her mouth, and her voice was a little hoarse and a little irritable.

"water……"

Si Yucheng immediately stood up and poured water. At the same time, when he heard beautiful people rushing in outside the door, he saw Yan Qingyu, who was pale but obviously returned to normal, and they all showed excited expressions. Because Si Yucheng was present, they couldn't talk too much and retreated naturally.

Si Yucheng poured a glass of water and handed it to her. After she thanked her, she drank a full glass with great force.

“Or?”

"No need, thank you Your Highness!" Yan Qingyu shook her head.

In the magical realm of the heart, she heard a very moving piano sound, looked at the extra piano in the room, and saw the tips of the fourth prince's fingers dripping blood while pouring tea, she probably understood what had been born.

Si Yucheng's fingertips were cut by the strings because of using internal force. Blood flowed from the tips of his ten fingertips, as if he could not feel the pain.

"Your hand is injured."

Si Yucheng didn't care, "It doesn't matter if you have a minor injury."

Yan Qingyu forced his hand and looked cold. Microsoft said: "Ten fingers are connected to the heart, your highness should not be willful."

After turning over and finding the wounded medicine, Ziyu prepared gauze, carefully wrapped the medicine on Si Yucheng's ten fingers with a thin layer of gauze, she said: "Your Highness, I still have some things to leave first. Thank you for your help today. I have recorded this kind-hearted minister and will repay you in the future."

Pull her out of the inner demon, this kindness cannot be said to be too heavy.
To be continued...