Chapter 67 Killing

Su Siman finally woke up after being in a coma for three days and two nights.

When she opened her eyes, the confusion of her first awakening disappeared. She saw Liang Shaojun leaning against the window. On this day, he was wearing a soap-colored shirt, without a big cloak, and the jade pendant around his waist was shining. The morning light shone into the window and coated him with a layer of gold edges. In the backlight, she could not see his face and his expression.

The tranquility of this moment temporarily made her forget the burning hatred in her chest.

She also looked out of the window in a stunned way. After the rain, she faintly caught a glimpse of a rainbow hanging in the sky. The sound of birds is clear and touching, and it can be faintly seen that several gray and blue birds are flapping their wings between the branches.

Su Siman did not make a sound or get up. He just quietly opened his eyes and looked out of the window at the unique charm of the summer morning.

I don't know how long it took. With the creaking sound of the door, the girl who had been serving Su Siman appeared at the door recently. Her appearance broke the quiet atmosphere in the room.

Su Siman even smiled at her, which showed that she was in a good mood at the moment. The girl was flattered, grinned at her and quickly moved in.

Liang Shaojun heard the noise and finally walked over slowly and glanced at Su Siman lightly: "Wake up."

Su Siman hung her eyelids and sat up with the help of the girl, leaning against the simple wooden bed frame with her slender back weakly.

"Madam, this medicine is boiled early in the morning, and it's just cold and hot." The girl handed the small porcelain bowl in the tray to Su Siman.

Su Siman frowned slightly and did not answer the medicine bowl.

Liang Shaojun sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to her forehead. This action could not be more natural, and his face was a little soft: "The fever has subsided. But I haven't eaten for a few days and don't have the strength?" He took the small white porcelain bowl, and the strong smell of herbs came to his nose.

Su Siman only felt cold on her forehead, as if she had been watered with cold water, and her heart was feared. With this touch, she felt the slightly hard cocoon in his palm. His hands were different from ordinary royal nobles, and his skin was as delicate as satin without wrinkles. He was a martial artist, and his hand held the blade of murder all year round. Although, he doesn't need to kill himself.

But the lives of so many Chu people are all in his hands, together with the lives of her brother Chu Wenyuan. She did not forget that in the late autumn of last year, it was he who, in the name of helping the State of Chu eliminate the rebels, went all the way south to attack the city and plunder the land. After capturing Fandu, the State of Chu raised the white flag and surrendered. However, the guard of Yuzhou City, a hundred miles away from the capital, vowed not to surrender. After the city was broken, more than 30,000 soldiers in Yuzhou City were killed. Just because of his idea of killing chickens and monkeys, more than 30,000 souls were buried by the loess.

She couldn't forget the scene where Chu Wenyuan died in front of her with blood. It was him who killed her brother with his own hands.

Su Siman's face was pale and her lips were slightly open. She pulled up the quilt, covered her shoulders, and slowly touched her hand under the pillow. There, she lay quietly with the dagger she bought a few days ago waiting for Liang Shaojun to start. Even she didn't expect that it would come in handy so soon.

She didn't dare to raise her eyes to look at him, but glanced aside for fear of being seen by him.

She always knew that his eyes were poisonous, but if she asked him to see something, she would be at a loss. Her pain was in vain.

Liang Shaojun tried the temperature of the drug, and it was not cool or hot, just right.

He scooped a spoonful of thick black medicine and swept Su Siman's face. Her eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and her face and lips were white. He sighed secretly in his heart. She was so sick that she was almost out of her human form. Seeing Su Siman so weak, he felt a little sorry.

"Xing'er, it's time to take medicine. It may be a little bitter."

Su Siman listened to this gentle and strange voice and looked up at him in astonishment. The dagger he had just grasped in his hand was almost loose.

When she turned around, she was a little fierce. Her cheeks accidentally rubbed the white porcelain spoon in his hand. The spoonful of medicine was sprinkled, and the black juice fell on the white quilt. The black and white were staggered. It was particularly clear that Su Siman's face was also stained with medicine.

Liang Shaojun seemed to be a little stunned, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and there was some warmth in his eyes. Seeing that Su Siman's face was as black as ink, he suppressed his smile, took out a white handkerchief from his arms and gently wiped her.

When his hand was less than two inches away from her face, Su Siman hesitated to turn his face. There is no denying that she has a struggle in her heart.

In his memory, he has never treated her so gently.

It turned out that he released his cold mask and treated people gently like this. It's really... very gentle...

But the next second, she remembered the little things they used to get along with. He was so indifferent and used her again and again to hurt her. He knew that she was suffering in the brothel, but he refused to save her. He even scolded him for saving her. How could she not forgive him so easily?

He is only a few inches away from her, so close...

Su Simman realized that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity...

Liang Shaojun's full attention seemed to be focused on the hand that wiped her face. There was a light smile on his lips and looked at the rare tenderness of her eyes, as if there was a deep and bottomless water in his eyes. The breeze brushed and rippled around the ground.

Su Siman looked at him blankly, as if he had never known the person in front of him. Such a gentle Liang Shaojun is really strange. He has never been like this in her memory.

The girl who had been pestling in the room finally couldn't hold the ambiguous atmosphere in the house and quietly moved to leave the room.

Su Siman vaguely heard Liang Shaojun urging her to open her mouth, but she squeezed her lips and did not move.

"Xing'er, don't be afraid. Although the medicine is a little bitter, it is good for your illness." Liang Shaojun patiently held up the soup and followed the guidance. At this time, he was like a gentle and patient master, guiding the students to enlighten.

But these words came into Su Siman's ears, but they were only chaotic, and she didn't hear them.

Although she didn't understand his words, she opened her mouth when she saw the white and slender hand holding the white porcelain soup at the end.

While the tip of her tongue felt the bitter taste, there was a creaking sound from the door. It was this sudden sound that woke up Su Siman. Without any hesitation, she grabbed the hand of the dagger, waved it fiercely, and the bright blade accurately inserted into Liang Shaojun's chest.

Liang Shaojun snorted and looked at her incredulously.

She didn't know how she could have such strength after she was sick these days. She clearly felt the resistance, but she still couldn't stop the momentum. Seeing that she was about to insert without a handle, she suddenly opened her mouth and shouted in shock. She finally understood what she had done. She got it so easily and went surprisingly smoothly...

Without waiting for the exclamation, someone blocked her lips in time.

The girl who had arrived at the door turned around in astonishment. As soon as she turned around, a dagger hit her chest. She fell down before she could hum.