014: Who can relieve my pain?

"You're not going to fall in love with me, are you?" Looking at the cinnabar staring at him for a moment, Bai Yin couldn't help raising his thin lips, showing a smug smile.

"Bah!" Zhu Sha suddenly woke up and spat Bai Yin, "What a frivolous guy!"

Bai Yin was not angry, but relaxed his body, leaned back with his arms, leaned comfortably on the carved ebony chair, and looked at the cinnabar with a smile.

"Is this dress your risky work suit? Why do you wear it as soon as you sneak out?" Bai Yin asked with a smile, "Do you say that in the middle of the night, if you don't go to the Purple Bamboo Forest to find me, where did you go to have a private meeting with others?"

"I want you to take care of it!" Zhu Sha stared at Bai Yin, and then remembered an important question, "Have you solved the poison for me?"

"It's solved," Bai Yin's answer made cinnabar happy, "a little bit."

The cinnabar suddenly had a black line on its face and rushed over. He grabbed Bai Yin's skirt with both hands and said angrily, "What on earth do you want!"

"Some things are not urgent," Bai Yin looked at the cinnabar nearby with a smile and said slowly, "such as detoxification."

"I don't have time to spend with you." The cinnabar shook Bai Yin angrily.

"It doesn't matter. I have time. Every day, in the purple bamboo forest, I'll wait for you."

"Bah!" The cinnabar was so angry that "I don't know where the purple bamboo forest is!"

"Can't you find it?" This sentence reminds Bai Yin, "Well, you can also go to my palace to find me..."

"Shut up!" The cinnabar has been completely tortured crazy by Bai Yin. She raised her volume and roared in Bai Yin's ear, "I don't want to see you again, forever, you broom star, broom star, broom quantity!"

Bai Yin's thick eyebrows frowned. He turned his head sideways, pressed his ears with his slender fingers, and then wiped his face sprayed with cinnabar.

"I know you hate me, but there are some things that can't be rushed, such as your poison..."

"You still dare to mention my poison. It's all you, it's all you!" The cinnabar shook Bai Yin hard, and one of her little faces turned red. At this moment, the cinnabar had been forced to the edge of collapse by Bai Yin. As Mother Zhang said, the palace woman should whisper, and the voice should be as gentle as a warbler. If the voice of speaking exceeds the sound of the music, it will be suspected of a shrew in the market. Zhu Sha doesn't know whether she looks like a shrew at this time, but if the lady's way can't solve the problem, what about being a shrew?

"Enough!" Bai Yin suddenly stood up, grabbed the cinnabar with both hands, and quickly pressed her down on the bed.

Zhu Sha didn't expect Bai Yin to be like this. She fell heavily in ** and was so shocked that she couldn't even speak. But the guy bullied him down, making it more difficult for the cinnabar to breathe.

"There is a limit to my patience," the black and bright eyes narrowed dangerously, and Bai Yin's nose was about to touch the cinnabar. The breath he exhaled didmineeringly into the nostrils of the cinnabar with the unique smell of his body, making the heartbeat of the cinnabar fierce for no reason. Why do you think I took you as a pharmacist? That's because the poison you drank was newly developed by me, and it's a pity that there is only poison, no antidote.

"What are you talking about?" Cinnabar only felt an anger on her forehead. She stared at Bai Yin angrily and shouted, "You actually gave me the poison without an antidote?"

"So what?" Bai Yin's lips rose with evil charm. He lowered his eyes, locked his eyes on the slightly open cherry lips of the cinnabar, and then stretched out his fingers and gently touched the petal-soft lips. "Don't forget that you are just a medicine man. If you want me to live, you will live. If you die, you will die..."

"You!" The cinnabar was so angry that he wanted to bite his neck and suck his blood dry. She struggled hard, but she couldn't get away from Bai Yin, a huge thing. Zhusha has never met such an unreasonable guy. Thinking that when he first came to Dashang, he suffered so much pain because of this guy, cinnabar simply killed Bai Yin's heart! His nose was sore, tears gushed out, and cinnabar widened his eyes. Don't cry, cinnabar, I tell you not to cry! But tears just surged down disobediently. The cinnabar wiped his face hard, and then still stared at Bai Yin without showing weakness.

Bai Yin's eyebrows frowned slightly. He looked at the cinnabar, as if he were studying a strange creature, and the force of holding the cinnabar slowly loosened.

"Get up." Bai Yin stood up and stretched out his hand to the cinnabar.

"Get out of here!" The cinnabar patted Bai Yin's hand hard and sat up. "I don't need your sympathy, you bastard!"

"Do you want to be strong?" The angular thin lips raised an evil smile again. Bai Yin suddenly pinched the chin of the cinnabar in front of her outstret and forced her to raise her head. "I'll teach you, raise your head, and your tears won't fall, you know? Huh?"

"Gone go of me!" The cinnabar bit on Bai Yin's hand and bit it hard.

Bai Yin roared, and he picked up the cinnabar and leaned down to kiss it without thinking about it.

This sweet lip... This petal-like soft and fragrant lip... With the fishy smell of blood, is that... my blood?

Bai Yin woke up like a dream and suddenly opened his eyes.

The tearful eyes with hatred stared at him, and the hatred and hatred to the bone made Bai Yin's heart inexplicably confused. He finally left the cherry lips, rudely pushed the cinnabar away, and said coldly, "Go out. Get out of here!"

The cinnabar fell and sat on **, looked at Bai Yin with hatred, then proudly wiped his lips, got up and walked out of the door.

Bai Yin stood there, frowning, and there was an unsedable madness in his heart. He reached out and grabbed the white porcelain bowl on the coffee table and fell to the ground fiercely.

It's this broken sound that can't be calmed down... Who can solve it?

The cinnabar ran out like a whirlwind, panicking. Tears were like broken beads, sliding down coolly. She didn't know where she should go and what she should do. Her mind was empty, and all she could feel was the swollen burning sensation of her lips.

She hates Bai Yin so much!

Hate him so much!

The eyes of the cinnabar were blurred, stumbling, accidentally tripped and fell on the road. And the cinnabar, who didn't even have any consciousness, sat there in a daze, and it was dark in front of him, as if everything in his senses had disappeared.

"Binnabar?" Suddenly, a gentle call came to my ears, which shook the body of the cinnabar slightly.

"Zhu Sha, is that you?" The sound sounded again, so that the cinnabar no longer suspected that he was unconscious. She slowly turned her head.

A palace lamp, the candlelight swayed gently, making everything in front of you bright and warm.

The man holding the palace lamp, dressed in a white robe embroidered with purple flowers and a brocade cloak, his eyes were gentle and bright, looking at himself with concern.

"Brother Ze?" Zhu Sha heard her voice trembling. She cleared her throat, but found that her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't even say the next sentence.

"Why are you here?" Bai Ze came over, put the palace lamp next to the cinnabar, and squatted down. Are you lost?"

Yes, I'm lost.

I'm lost.

Cinnabar opened his mouth and tried to make a sound, but he couldn't speak. In response to Bai Ze, there were more and more turbulent tears.

"Don't cry." Bai Ze stretched out his hand to wipe his tears for the cinnabar, but why did they wipe more and more?

As if the cinnabar had finally seen his relatives, he suddenly rushed into Bai Ze's arms and hugged him and cried. She bit her lips tightly to force herself not to make too much noise, but the cinnabar cried so soundly that even the sobs seemed to exhaust her strength and trembled.

Bai Ze sighed gently, thoughtfully held the cinnabar into his arms, and gently patted her on the back. Tears soaked Bai Ze's clothes, and the cinnabar's snot flowed unconsciously. She stretched out her hand and wiped it. When she found that she was so gaffe, she couldn't help but let go of Bai Ze.

"Brother Ze, I..." Zhu Sha finally said the beginning, but coughed violently.

Bai Ze hurriedly untied his cloak, put the cinnabar on his body, and then took out a handkerchief in his arms and put it under the nose of the cinnabar.

The cinnabar took it, turned his head, blew his nose hard, then clenched it tightly in his hand, and turned his head with tears in his eyes.

"My palace is there," Bai Ze pointed. "Go in and have a cup of hot tea to warm up. I'll call the palace people to send you back later."

"No more." Zhu Sha hurriedly shook his head and stood up, "Brother Ze, is it already Yin time now?"

"Yes." Bai Ze was slightly stunned and then nodded.

"Then I'm going back," said Cinnabar. "I'll go to the Queen's place to say hi." After saying that, he lowered his head to untie the cloak.

"Dress it." Bai Ze stretched out his hand to stop the cinnabar. "Although it's summer, the wind in the early morning is the coldest. Don't catch a cold."

Bai Ze's hands are warm and wide, and there is an indescribable sense of down-to-earthness on the hands covered with cinnabar. Zhu Sha's face turned red, and Bai Ze hurriedly withdrew his hand and stood with his hands on his back.

The two stood quietly for a long time, and the cinnabar said, "Thank you, Brother Ze. Can't you tell and know about today's matter with the second person? This cloak, cinnabar will definitely be sent back another day.

"Don't worry." Bai Ze said, paused, and said, "It doesn't matter."

Zhu Sha raised his head and looked at Bai Ze. Seeing that the man in front of him had a faint blush on his face like himself, he couldn't help but blush and his heart beat more, and he hurriedly turned around and ran away.

"Wait." Bai Ze called as if he remembered something. The cinnabar stopped, but did not look back. It's better to call Mu Ming to see you off. He recognizes the way, and he is also my close eunuch..."

Cinnabar nodded, and Bai Ze called a thin and shrewd little eunuch and sent the cinnabar near where he lived with a palace lamp.

"This cloak, either your father-in-law, you can take it back to His Royal Highness." The cinnabar untied the cloak and handed it to the little eunuch. "Although I think I should still wash it, after all... it's not convenient. I just don't know if His Highness would mind being worn by me..."

"I don't mind, I don't mind!" Mu Ming smiled and hurriedly took over the cloak and said with a smile, "How can Your Highness mind? I'm afraid the prince is reluctant to wash this cloak with the fragrance of the princess."

The cinnabar laughed, looked at the wooden tea, and then turned around and ran in.

"Well, it's really a beautiful little master." Looking at the disappearing figure of cinnabar, Mu Ming sighed infinitely, "If your Highness is moved, it's no wonder."