Chapter 747
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When the bamboo curtain was opened and someone walked in, Xiahou Qing didn't even notice. His internal organs were burning, and the pain was magnified ten times. He had no strength left, and he was only holding on with his last bit of willpower. The cold sweat on his back soaked his clothes and stuck to his protruding shoulder blades, as thin as a cicada's wings.
Self-mockery, pain, or resentment, he didn't show any expression on his face. He just sat quietly in a corner, waiting for his death.
"Your Highness, how are you today?"
It was Master Miao Hong who came in. He was wearing a green mud cassock and looked merciful. Behind him, the young novice monk bowed his head and followed, respectfully holding the wooden fish and the small hammer for him. Even his steps were light. "I've been ordered by the emperor to recite sutras to suppress the demons again. The bald donkey is noisy, so I hope you can bear with it."
Sure enough, there was still no response. Miao Hong smiled and waved to the young novice monk next to him. Just like a few days ago, he chose a corner and sat opposite Xiahou Qing. He closed his eyes and began to recite sutras. The young novice monk stood behind him obediently and accompanied him by knocking on the wooden fish.
This was the top floor of the Sanskrit Pavilion. There was no sound outside the window, only the sound of chess pieces falling on the ground, the knocking of the wooden fish, and Miao Hong's low and orderly recitation of Buddha were intertwined, repelling and miraculously blending with each other.
After two hours, Xiahou Qing hadn't finished playing chess. Miao Hong's morning recitation of sutras had come to an end. He stood up with his numb knees and staggered. The young novice monk helped him stand up, barely maintaining the image of an eminent monk.
He turned to look at Xiahou Qing and smiled again. "Your Highness, it seems that you don't need me to suppress you. You've already locked yourself up. Very good, very good. It saves me a lot of effort. Xiaoshu, follow me."
Hearing the name of Xiaoshu, Xiahou Qing, who had been as silent as a cold lake, suddenly stopped the chess piece between his fingers in mid-air. It was like a dying person who was suddenly fed a drop of water, evoking a little desire to live. But the drop of water was too little, and as soon as he tasted it, he realized it was a dream. His Xiaoshu was already dead.
Xiahou Qing sneered, lowered his head, and continued to place his half-finished piece.
Looking at Xiahou Qing, who was as thin as a piece of paper and was about to be blown away by a gentle breeze, Ning Shu, who was disguised as a young novice monk, could no longer bear it. She abandoned the wooden fish in her hand and walked in front of him. She squatted down and looked at his pale face.
"Xiahou Qing, don't you recognize me?" Her voice trembled slightly. She didn't even dare to touch him for fear of breaking him. She could hardly believe that the person in front of her was still Xiahou Qing? It was so thin and pale, like a snowflake that had unintentionally drifted from midwinter to midsummer. There was no need for wind or sun to blow on it, it would melt on its own.
However, even after hearing her voice, Xiahou Qing remained indifferent.
Ning Shu's heart ached so much that it felt like it was about to split open. She bit her lower lip hard to stop herself from crying on the spot. She carefully approached and reached out a hand to test the waters. "My voice, my footsteps, my heartbeat, could it be that you can't recognize them all? I am Xiaoshu. The one who died was not me, but someone else in disguise. The one in front of you is the real me. If you don't believe me, you can touch my face. "
Her hand had just touched the back of his hand when it was slapped away.
"Who sent you? The Empress or Jiusi?" He sneered as if he had seen through a huge lie. His voice was as sharp as a defensive hedgehog, and he no longer trusted anyone in this world. "You spent so much effort to find someone who looks and sounds so similar to Xiaoshu. What do you want to do? No matter what you want to do, don't waste your time. Get out of my face right now! "
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