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Chapter 115. Insanity

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    When Rong Shaoyang came in, there was a mess all over the place. He didn't care whether his clothes were dirty or not, and walked straight towards Chuyao.

    He bent down, picked her up, put her on the couch, and said to Liu Shu: "Go get another basin of water."

    Liu Shu hurriedly went outside, got another basin of warm water and brought it in, twisted the towel again and handed it to him.

    Rong Shaoyang took the towel, put his arms around Chuyao's body, held her hand with one hand, and used the towel with the other to wipe the blood from her hands, but before he could make a move, Chuyao went crazy  Struggling, Rong Shaoyang imprisoned her in his arms.

    No matter how hard Chuyao struggled, she couldn't break away from Rong Shaoyang's embrace. He wiped off the blood on her hands bit by bit, but she still didn't give up struggling.  After Rong Shaoyang wiped the blood from her breasts, she let go of her just now, Chuyao turned over the washbasin, the water splashed onto Rong Shaoyang's clothes, and slowly fainted.

    "Your mother is dead, it won't help if you continue to make trouble." Rong Shaoyang turned his shoulders and looked straight into her eyes.

    Chu Yao shook his head blankly, and muttered in a low voice: "No, nothing, nothing happened."

    Suddenly, she stood up all of a sudden, and looked at the blood-stained towels that had not been packed up with wide eyes. She took them like crazy, and tore them off with all her strength, tearing them off one by one, piece by piece.

    She laughed wildly, scattered the rags in her hands in the air, they fell slowly like falling flowers, and fell around Chuyao, on her hair, and on her body.

    Rong Shaoyang watched all her movements indifferently, and when she was limp, he walked over, picked her up again, put her directly on the bed this time, and covered her with the quilt.

    Chuyao looked motionless again, his eyes were so empty that it was frightening, as if his soul had already left.

    Rong Shaoyang sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her, with a gentle voice: "Sleep, sleep, when you wake up, nothing will happen."

    Liu Shu cleaned up the mess in the room, lowered her eyebrows and left the room, stood outside the room for a long time, did not hear any noise, and then left.

    The sky has already fallen, the sky is dark blue, and a star has fallen.

    Chuyao just opened her eyes like this, unconsciously, without even blinking, Rong Shaoyang's voice didn't seem to be able to reach her ears.

    "Do you know? You look exactly the same as when I was five years old." Rong Shaoyang suddenly said in a low voice.

    He slowly recounted his pain back then. He watched with his own eyes the eldest sister who loved him the most jumped off the wall of the Li Kingdom Palace, and landed on the ground with a bang like a giant white bird.

    I also saw that after the father killed all the servants who wanted to surrender, he raised his sword to commit suicide, and saw that after the mother handed him over to the master, a foot of white silk was hung in the palace where he used to play.

    In one day, he lost three loved ones.  For a long time to come, he didn't know how to cry, he didn't know how to laugh, and he didn't know who he was living for.

    In those childhood days, they had nightmares all night long, replaying their deaths over and over again in their dreams.  These dreams have been accompanied by his growth, even to this day.

    From waking up in fear at the beginning, to now remembering their deaths in the form of memories, what turning point he has experienced, what mood ups and downs, these are difficult for outsiders to understand.

    Rong Shaoyang's low and hoarse voice narrated the pain of the past without waves, as if everything was someone else's experience, Chuyao's eyes gradually regained a little focus.

    "Chuyao, it's okay, everything will pass." Rong Shaoyang caressed the hair on her forehead gently.

    "Will it really pass?" Chu Yao murmured as if talking to himself.

    Rong Shaoyang leaned against the head of the bed, looked down at her dark eyes from above, looked at her firmly and gently, and nodded.

    Chu Yao closed her eyes and whispered, "I'm tired."

    Rong Shaoyang tucked the brocade quilt for her, and just got up, when he went out, the sky had already been covered with white snow, and it fell one after another, sticking to the eaves, jade steps, and bamboo trees.

    Rong Shaoyang stepped down the steps and walked towards the Longhua Hall. He had just ascended the throne, and he had a lot to take over. The merger of Mongolia and Lebanon, the consolidation of the border, and the recruitment of new soldiers were all urgent matters to be dealt with.

    After Rong Shaoyang left, Chuyao opened her eyes, but her eyes were still a little loose. She got up and got up, wearing only one underwear, and walked to the center of the room. Her gaze was cast on the place where the leaf lotus fell.

    She approached in a daze, and slowly curled up on the ground, her body was close to the ground. Although Fengxia Palace has a ground dragon, Guangjie is still cold to the marble floor.

    Chu Yao lay on the ground with his eyes open, and suddenly saw a piece of broken porcelain under the soft couch.??, she reached out her hand out of nowhere, and took out the tile. Her eyes were fixed on the tile for a long time, her eyebrows drooped, and she looked at her wrist again.

    She raised her wrist and sent it under the tile, with a confused expression on her face, the tile slowly cut a red mark on her wrist, and the blood flowed down the wrist to the sleeve of the pure white underwear.

    Chuyao threw down the tiles, lay back on the ground, her cheeks pressed tightly against the ground, the blood on her hands flowed to the ground, along the cracks of the marble splicing, slowly, slowly, more and more, her eyes slowly  He closed it slowly, with a relaxed expression on his face.

    Liu Shu was worried when she got up at night, she opened the door to have a look, and saw Chuyao lying on the ground dying like this.

    Fengxia Palace was flustered again. Chuyao's wrists were bandaged when he took a break at Haishi, and he lay unconscious on the bed with his eyes closed, with a persistent high fever.

    When Liu Shu found out, she had bled so much and had been lying on the cold ground for an unknown amount of time.  After Chuyao detoxified himself, his body was weaker than ordinary people. Before that, he had a high fever due to exhaustion, and was kidnapped by Song Yufeng and almost died.

    Now she cut her wrists again and caught a cold, her whole face was pale without a trace of blood, and her breathing was so weak that it seemed that she was going to stop the next moment.

    Rong Shaoyang was in the middle of handling the government affairs in Longhua Palace, and then heard Gong'e's report that Chuyao committed suicide. He put down everything in his hands and hurried to Fengxia Palace.

    Liu Shu stood by the bed and kept changing the cloth towel on her forehead for her. When she heard the door open behind her, she looked back and saw that Rong Shaoyang was not wearing mink fur.  Xuezi felt cold all over her body.

    Rong Shaoyang reached out to take the towel from Liu Shu's hand, and his fingertips lightly touched Liu Shu's fingertips, so cold that Liu Shu shivered.

    Rong Shaoyang put the wrung cloth towel on Chuyao's forehead, and asked in a low voice, "What did the imperial doctor say?"

    "The imperial doctor said that she was close to death, and the lady's will to survive is not strong." Liu Shu's voice was choked up uncontrollably.

    "Go down, I'll take care of her." Rong Shaoyang didn't have any special reaction, but just said to Liu Shu.

    Liu Shu bowed and stepped back.

    In just two hours, she tossed herself into such a dying state.  Rong Shaoyang looked down at her, her face was so pale that the blood vessels under the skin could almost be seen, her breathing was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

    Rong Shaoyang raised his hand, and his fingers brushed her eyebrows, her cheeks, and a certain emotion in her black eyes continued to deepen, and the gentleness seemed to melt water.

    He turned sideways, propped his hands, and lay beside her, looking at her like this, and gradually closed his eyes.

    In preparation for the enthronement ceremony and the unification of Mongolia, he has not slept for several days, but now on this couch, he can put aside those troubles and fall asleep.

    At dawn, Rong Shaoyang opened her eyes, and Chuyao also survived this test. She opened her eyes and looked at the tent. There was no emptiness from yesterday, only blankness remained.

    Rong Shaoyang stood up and sat up, Liushu came in with a washbasin, and wanted to help Chuyao wash up, but when she saw that she was awake, she immediately stepped forward, her voice sobbing: "Miss"

    "Miss?" Chuyao turned her head, with an innocent look on her face that she had never seen before.

    Rong Shaoyang frowned slightly, his dark eyes fell on Chuyao's innocent face.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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