Chapter 5 — Rules of Thanh Lien Coc

The silver needle slipped from his fingertips and stuck into the snow. He remembered every time his father-in-law came to the valley door to deliver mountain things, he would always laugh, put the things down and leave, never staying long. He said: "Miss is busy, don't miss her treatment." Bui Ngoc Duong never looked directly at him and criticized him for being vulgar and causing trouble. But it turned out that those injuries were all suffered on his behalf. "Horror of him!" The prince ordered, the guards raised their knives and rushed forward. Bui Ngoc Duong instinctively backed away. A sword slashed forward, his left arm was cut with a long gash, blood spurted out and splashed onto the snow. It hurt so much that he broke out in a cold sweat. It turned out that the sword slashing on his body was so painful... "Bui Ngoc Duong! You also have today!" Another sword slashed towards his right leg. He staggered and fell back, bumping into someone again. It's Mo Yeu. Knowing that Bui Ngoc Duong wanted to find Trieu Tri Linh, she didn't know when she followed, hiding behind a tree. At this moment when he bumped into her, she screamed. Bui Ngoc Duong unconsciously pulled her behind her back, and her right arm suffered a heavy blow. The sound of broken bones echoed especially clearly in the snow. He groaned softly, his entire right arm drooped, and the bag of needles fell all over the ground. Another knife slashed his left calf. He couldn't even stand, his whole body knelt in the snow, blood dyed the snow red under his knees. The crown prince slowly walked over and looked down at him from above: "That year you refused to treat me, causing me to be tormented for many years. Now, I am amputating one of your arms and one leg, so that you can also taste the taste of living like nothing, is that fair?" Bui Ngoc Duong was in so much pain that his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were dark. He gritted his teeth and did not speak, just staring at the prince's back. Trieu Tri Linh goes south, will these people stop him? The prince saw his thoughts and sneered: "Don't worry, I'm not a beast like you, I don't implicate innocent people." "I heard that you took her father to test drugs for your junior sister? Tsk tsk, Bui Ngoc Duong, you are truly an animal. Her father held the sword for you for seven years, and you used another person's body to feed poison?" Bui Ngoc Duong's throat rose up. a sweet fishy taste. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but suddenly there was a sharp pain in his back. He bowed his head and saw a piece of the sword's tip protruding from his chest. Behind him was Mo Yeu's cry: "I'm sorry, senior brother... I don't want to die..." That sword was quickly pulled out. Mo Yeu ran out from behind him, her face full of tears and rushed towards the prince, shouting: "My lord, Bui Ngoc Duong and I are not on the same side! He oppressed me, forced me to learn poison, forced me to marry the dead man, I have hated him for a long time!" The prince did not look at her. He lifted his foot and turned Bui Ngoc Duong over, coldly looking at this blood-stained face, mocking: "See clearly? The person you consider a treasure, stabbed you with his own hand." "The person you consider is trash, blocking the knife for you." "Bui Ngoc Duong, your eyes have been blind for seven years." Bui Ngoc Duong was speechless, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He remembered when Trieu Tri Linh knelt in front of the diagnosis room door, it was also a snowy day like this. Her forehead hit the ground, each sound rang out. She said: "I beg you to save my father." At that time, he stood inside the door, only criticizing her for being noisy and disturbing his thoughts of mixing medicine for Mo Yeu. It turned out that the injuries on his father-in-law's body were all borne on his behalf. It turns out that my father-in-law did not bring trouble because of many things. It turned out that all these years he was able to stay in the valley in peace and be his magic doctor, because there was someone in front of him to block the lights and swords. But he personally cut off the last bit of vitality

your. The prince does not hate him. Leading the person away, before leaving, he left a sentence: "Save your life, let you taste the taste of living better than death." The forest was finally quiet. Snow was still falling, little by little covering the blood on the ground, covering Bui Ngoc Duong's broken arms and legs. Now, he is a disabled person. He suddenly remembered the methods Trieu Tri Linh once wrote, three thousand sheets, each sheet neat and tidy. When she finished copying the last word, her wrist was swollen, he used a needle to rub it for her. She withdrew her hand in pain, but still smiled: "Husband, you see, I already know this method." When she smiles, her eyes curl. But before, he only felt that she was rough and clumsy, not worthy of the bright moon bamboo of Thanh Lien Coc. "A Linh..." He called out into the empty forest, no one responded to him. I don't know how long I lay there, but the copper medicine in the cup followed the blood trail and found me. Bui Ngoc Duong closed his eyes, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. Disability is also good. He just wanted Trieu Tri Linh to turn around and look at him, like before, steaming a basket of waffles placed at the study door, then walking a few steps away, secretly looking to see if he was eating or not. But he thought, in this life he would no longer have anyone to steam flower waffles for him.