Chapter 126 Rain falls on rouge and tears, pear blossoms play with begonias (51)

Author: melon crisp

Chapter 126 Rain falls on rouge and tears, pear blossoms play with begonias (51)

"madman."

Thin lips spoke these words.

He directly pulled off the ribbon on his hair crown and quickly tied his hands and feet, keeping the person still on the ground.

Xiao He stared at him.

Xiao He, who was in a state of madness, his eyes were blood red, he directly tore off the rope of his hair tie and started a struggle with Dong Ziyou.

The fists and fists are almost equal to each other.

In one stick of incense, Xiao He was clearly at a disadvantage.

But he didn't let Dongziyou get any benefits.

Xiao He's moves were unsystematic, and he couldn't match Dong Ziyou's brute force, but he was crazy enough now and managed to hold on for several rounds.

The last few hits were smashed against the wall by Dongziyou.

My back hit the ground hard, my internal organs felt like they were shifting, and I swallowed the fishy-sweet taste in my throat.

Dong Ziyou looked down at this embarrassed man.

"If you go crazy again, throw yourself into the lake."

Obviously Xiao He couldn't understand what Dong Ziyou said.

Dong Ziyou looked unhappy, grabbed his shoulders with his backhand, restrained his neck, and threw him into the lake.

Seeing him struggling, his eyes were dark and heavy.

He reached out and wiped away the blood on his lips.

"Where is Song Ci?"

A burst of coldness hit me. After staying in the cold lake for a while, my mind became clearer.

You smiled miserably at Dongzi: "Why should I tell you?"

Dong Ziyou had no intention of asking anything out of his mouth. When he saw the servant passing by, he directly pressed his shoulder.

"Where is Song Ci?"

The servant had never seen someone like Dong Ziyou before, and he was struck by his tall figure and his fierceness when he fought with the young prince just now.

Shivering, he led people over.

Dong Ziyou opened the door.

Song Ci thought it was Xiao He who had come back, so she turned around and went inside, leaving only a thin and thin back.

Seeing Song Ci again, Dong Ziyou felt mixed emotions.

"Chi Chi."

Song Ci heard a familiar voice and a name that only Dong Qi could call.

The eyelashes trembled.

She turned to look at the man walking towards her.

She doesn't know why, maybe she met the only person who was really good to her, and she always felt a little pretentious in her heart.

Dongqi...

I wanted to call his name, but I forgot that I was mute now.

Dong Ziyou immediately noticed something was wrong with Song Ci. Looking at the back of his red eyes, he reached out and picked him up from his clothes.

"Cici, why can't you speak?"

"Did Xiao He drug you?" Dong Ziyou's voice became cold and stern.

Song Ci reached out and grabbed the man's robe, his strange eyes were particularly beautiful.

Because of Xiao He's weird possessiveness, he didn't want others to find out that Song Ci was a girl, so she usually dressed in men's clothes. Even when taking a bath, he had to do it himself.

So Dong Ziyou hasn't realized yet that the little person in his arms is a woman.

Dong Ziyou caressed Song Ci's back lovingly, "Ci Ci, be good, I will take you away now."

Song Ci felt her body rise into the air, and took the initiative to put herself on Dong Ziyou's neck, pressing her cheek against his chest.

Xiao He, who had just climbed out of the lake, saw the person Dong Ziyou was holding and ran over to stop him without caring about his own image.

"Put the man down!"

Dong Ziyou's voice was cold and hard: "Xiao He, haven't you hurt him enough?"

Feeling Song Ci's subconscious trembling, she felt very distressed and coaxed: "Don't be afraid, I will take you away right now. I will never let Xiao He have the opportunity to hurt you again."

Song Ci's expression softened, and she leaned against Dongzi obediently.

Xiao He felt like his heart was torn when he saw how close she was to Dong Ziyou.

"Aci, come here, come here. I swear I will never hurt you. Just be good, okay?"

Dong Ziyou frowned: "Xiao He, don't force me to take action against you."

"Dong Ziyou, let go of my Ah Ci!" Xiao He looked ferocious and reached out to grab Song Ci's shoulder.

Song Ci shrank in Dongziyou's arms in fear.

"Let go!"

Dong Ziyou's voice became stern.

Looking at Xiao He with burning eyes: "You only think that you don't consider his feelings at all. What reason do you have for letting him stay with you?"

Xiao He saw her crying and immediately let go, "Aci, it's my fault. I will definitely take your emotions into consideration in the future. I will never do such a thing again."

Seeing Song Ci throw herself into someone else's arms, Xiao He's voice trembled violently:

"If you are unhappy, you can hit me or scold me. Can you turn around and reach out for me to hold you?"

Dong Ziyou looked at him in silence like a clown.

Half a moment.

"Xiao He, you lose."

Dong Ziyou bypassed him and walked out of the palace gate.

Xiao He suddenly fell to the ground and covered his face with his hands. He cried for the first time, and tears flowed down from his fingers.

He didn't even shed tears on the day his father, queen, mother and concubine died, and others called him a heartless person.

But just now when I saw Song Ci walking toward someone else, my heart felt as if I had died.

He was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

It turns out that this is how discomfort feels.

He thought he was feeling uncomfortable when his parents died, but looking back now, it was just anger and resentment.

…

Xiao He's tears fell into the corners of his mouth, and he was so bitter that he could not speak.

He hit his chest hard, making muffled sounds one after another.

I sat outside the door for a whole night.

He couldn't even hear the butler's call.

—

Dong Ziyou was on a mission and had a special residence, so he took the person in directly.

The envoy watched His Highness the Seventh Prince come back with a man in his arms, and looked at him curiously, but Dong Ziyou looked at him and immediately looked away.

I went back to my room and closed the window to block the view from outside.

"Cici, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Ci's wrist was still wrapped with gauze, and when he stretched out his hand, Dong Ziyou's eyes grew colder when he thought of what Xiao He had done to him.

But when she looked at him, her eyes were particularly gentle.

She reached out and rubbed his head: "Ci Ci, be good, I will take you back to Daxia in half a month. Everything will be fine from now on."

Song Ci curled her lips at him.

After receiving the response, Dong Ziyou suppressed his excitement and gently pinched the boy's cheek, "My Ci Ci is so good."

Song Ci suddenly coughed, and Dong Ziyou nervously helped him up, patted his back gently, and handed the handkerchief to his hand.

Looking at the blood stains on the veil, Dong Ziyou's throat tightened.
To be continued...