Chapter 20 - 2#

Jingzhe went from shame to self-abandonment, convincing himself to ignore it, but it only took two “hugs.”

What else could he do?

He really wanted to knock himself out.

After lighting all the candlesticks in the room, Rong Jiu got up and went out.

It was very dark outside, and the swift movement was not enough for Jingzhe to see where this was.

Was it in the palace or outside?

Even if it was in the palace, Jingzhe couldn’t tell.

After all, in all these years, the places Jingzhe was familiar with were few: the place where he was trained when he first entered the palace, the later North Wing, the Imperial Kitchen, the Chuxiu Palace, and the Zhidian Division.

He hadn’t been to other places much.

However, the layout and furnishings in the palace generally followed a certain pattern, but this place was definitely different.

Jingzhe looked at the door with a little longing, then looked at the iron chain in discouragement.

His somewhat dusty toes twisted anxiously.

He had been in too much of a hurry when he got out of bed and hadn’t put on his shoes.

The buff would not completely disappear until the morning of the third day.

He couldn’t imagine what would happen if he disappeared for so long… Jingzhe paused. Actually, it seemed like nothing would go wrong.

It was just unexplainable.

Everything in the palace required caution, and more caution.

Not to mention that Jingzhe was being watched by the Empress Dowager at this time.

At the thought of the Empress Dowager, Jingzhe’s heart trembled. If the Empress Dowager was really having him watched as he suspected, would this time put Rong Jiu in a dangerous situation?

Slap, a crisp sound.

Jingzhe slapped himself on the face, squeezing his chubby flesh into a ball.

What was he thinking?

He was imprisoned by Rong Jiu, how could he still be thinking about Rong Jiu’s safety?

Jingzhe was getting angry with himself!

“Why are you hurting yourself?”

Rong Jiu’s slightly surprised voice sounded in his ear.

Jingzhe rolled his eyes at him and said sullenly, “You’re allowed to choke me, but I’m not allowed to hit myself?”

Rong Jiu brought a basin of hot water and placed it by the bed. He soaked a handkerchief in it, wrung it out, and then covered Jingzhe’s neck with it.

It was fine when it wasn’t touched, but as soon as it was, Jingzhe hissed in pain.

“Mm, you’re not allowed.”

Only then did Jingzhe hear Rong Jiu’s slow words.

“I took your life-saving money, so you are mine,” Rong Jiu said. “From every strand of hair, to your skin, to every bone, every drop of blood, it’s all mine.”

Jingzhe couldn’t help but look up at Rong Jiu.

He was particularly calm when he spoke.

Under his calm and cold face, he uttered such crazy words.

Rong Jiu slowly applied a hot compress to Jingzhe’s entire neck, slightly dissolving the bruises on his neck. Then he threw the handkerchief back into the basin and took out a jade bottle from his bosom.

The jade bottle was identical to the two Jingzhe had, but as soon as it was opened, the fragrance that emanated from it was completely different from before.

Jingzhe: “The medicine you pour out of this bottle is different every time.”

Rong Jiu: “It’s specially made, better than the ones bought outside.”

As he spoke, he poured a lot into his palm.

The jade bottle was placed aside, and his two hands were crossed together to melt the ointment, covering every finger.

Jingzhe watched the unhurried movements, almost mesmerized. When those big hands reached for his neck, Jingzhe belatedly realized that Rong Jiu was going to apply medicine to him.

But.

Jingzhe subconsciously stepped back, avoiding the fingertips that were only a hair’s breadth away.

He said drily, “Why don’t I do it myself? I can do this myself.”

“No.” The man lowered his eyebrows coldly.

His palm, which could not be refused, caressed Jingzhe’s neck. The warm ointment was rubbed into the skin little by little with a meticulous massage, moisturizing the bruised and swollen flesh.

The feeling of a large hand on his throat made Jingzhe uncontrollably clutch the bed quilt.

The feeling of suffocation lingered, constantly assailing him.

This was even more so when Rong Jiu was applying medicine to him.

The hands that could easily take a person’s life meticulously touched all the marks. It was not lewd in any way, but it still made one feel a sense of danger.

With his vital point being held, Jingzhe was like a wary little animal, unable to relax at all.

“Alright.”

Rong Jiu said, “This medicine is very effective. The bruises should fade by more than half tomorrow.”

He said coldly, and as he spoke, he knelt on one knee by the bed, scooping up the hot water in the basin as if he were washing his fingers.

But in fact, he was testing the temperature.

When Jingzhe’s ankle was grabbed, he barely reacted to what Rong Jiu wanted to do, but the moment his two feet were pressed into the hot water, Jingzhe’s reaction was so great that his toes flapped in the water, almost kicking all the water out.

Rong Jiu frowned slightly and pinched the mischievous foot.

Jingzhe whimpered, but he didn’t care. He hurriedly pressed Rong Jiu’s shoulder, “What are you doing! Get up, I’ll do it myself.”

He had never imagined this scene.

Rong Jiu was actually going to wash his feet?

Rong Jiu’s strength was so great that no matter how much Jingzhe struggled, he couldn’t escape, not to mention that one of his hands was firmly holding the chain.

He raised his head and looked up at Jingzhe from below.

Although he was in a subordinate position, doing such a humble thing, Jingzhe still felt that his lifeline was firmly locked by him, unable to escape.

It was a very strange, yet indescribable danger.

Jingzhe’s throat became dry, and he softened his voice, “Rong Jiu… I don’t need you to do this for me, it’s just…” some external interference, “my feet are dirty, I’ll wash them myself.”

Rong Jiu scooped up hot water and poured it on the back of Jingzhe’s foot.

It made him subconsciously curl his toes.

He was very nervous.

Rong Jiu’s reaction made him more and more nervous.

“No.”

Rong Jiu still said so.

He slowly washed Jingzhe’s feet, wiped them clean, and then put them back on the bed. He calmly told him to cover himself with the quilt, and then walked out with the water.

Jingzhe lay stiffly on the bed like a wooden man.

After a long while, he buried his head in the quilt and wailed.

It’s over.

It’s over, it’s over. Rong Jiu has become like this, and his conscience hurts more and more.

If the buff ends, how should he face Rong Jiu? This is simply trampling Rong Jiu’s face on the ground.

Jingzhe had done this kind of serving work before, after all, he was originally a eunuch.

He could certainly see that although Rong Jiu’s movements were casual, he had never done this kind of thing before.

This was probably the first time in Rong Jiu’s life that he had done this.

Aaaah… this is even more painful.

Jingzhe rolled around on the bed, wishing he could bury himself in the quilt and suffocate himself.

He wouldn’t ruin Rong Jiu, would he?

After all, he was just a eunuch. Rong Jiu’s background was obviously different. A child of a powerful family? At the thought of the disgust Rong Jiu might have after he sobered up, Jingzhe’s mood couldn’t help but sink.

Of course, of course…

He was also a victim.

The clear finger marks on his neck had not yet faded.

But in the end, if Rong Jiu didn’t know him, he wouldn’t have been forced to do such a thing.

Jingzhe rubbed his face and muttered, “When he sobers up, he won’t want to kill me again, will he?”

“No.”

The third time, the third time!

In just one day, Jingzhe was so scared by Rong Jiu for the third time that he almost jumped up.

Jingzhe turned over angrily and stared at the man standing by the bed, almost forgetting what he had been worrying about before. “Next time you appear, can you give me a hint? It’s really scary.” He clutched his pounding heart, not knowing if he was scared by Rong Jiu or because of Rong Jiu’s current appearance.

In front of Jingzhe, Rong Jiu either wore that set of guard uniforms or the rare casual clothes, but the set of casual clothes in front of him was something he had never seen before.

It turned out that Rong Jiu was also so good-looking when he was casual and at ease.

The awe-inspiring aura also seemed to have softened a bit. Under the slightly dim candlelight, his beautiful face also had a gentle illusion.

Rong Jiu got on the bed and said calmly, “I said I won’t kill you, so I won’t kill you.”

Jingzhe’s fingertips subconsciously touched his throat, and he turned his face away and muttered, “Liar, you clearly wanted to kill me this morning.”

“I wanted to kill you.” Rong Jiu admitted readily, “But I didn’t.”

Jingzhe quietly turned back, “Why did you stop?”

At that moment, he had already tasted death.

Rong Jiu looked down at Jingzhe.

Jingzhe had just rolled around on the bed, making his hair messy and fluffy. His cheeks were slightly red, as if he had been suffocated. In his handsome eyebrows and eyes, there was a bit of annoyance and curiosity, and he secretly raised his eyes.

Like a little dog peeking around the corner of a wall.

He was clearly very scared, but when he heard a little movement, he couldn’t help but stick out his little dog head, revealing his wet curiosity.

Rong Jiu’s big hand rubbed Jingzhe’s fluffy little dog head.

Although there were no furry ears, it felt good to rub.

“Because you’re stupid.”

If he wasn’t stupid, how could he say such a thing?

No matter how kind or good-hearted a person was, they shouldn’t have said such a stupid thing at that time.

He was not facing a benevolent good person, but a cruel executioner.

When the butcher’s knife was raised, it was unknown how many lives had been harvested. In the end, human life would only become a cold number.

Then no one would care even more.

Something too kind, too good-hearted, too fragile…

With a light grip, it would be completely destroyed.

The more Jingzhe was like this, the more difficult it was for Rong Jiu to restrain his overwhelming desire for destruction.

The more he liked it, the more he wanted to destroy it.

He was originally this kind of cruel and crazy person.

Rong Jiu covered Jingzhe’s eyes.

And also blocked his gaze from looking at purgatory.

“Go to sleep.”

…

Jingzhe originally thought he would argue with Rong Jiu.

Because last night, Rong Jiu actually wanted to sleep with him!

Although it was a very pure, simple, sleep.

But the problem was, Jingzhe was not pure!

And if they slept together, what if Rong Jiu discovered his secret?

When Jingzhe’s eyes were covered, his mind was full of these messy thoughts, but after only a moment in the darkness, he fell asleep and became unconscious.

When he woke up the next day, Jingzhe was very sad.

Rong Jiu had frankly admitted that he wanted to kill him!

How could he still sleep on his back, fearless!

Could it be… as Rong Jiu said… that he was stupid… that only a fool could enjoy a perfect sleep?

While Jingzhe was doubting himself, the person by the bed had already left.