Chapter 296 Self-protection Chen Jing fell asleep. After a long time, he was half asleep and half awake, but he couldn't wake up completely. Someone is talking in my ear, sometimes the sound is clear, sometimes it is blurry. He had a splitting headache. He dreamed of his home in his previous life, with his parents and grandfather, his clinic, and all kinds of patients; he also dreamed of Wang County, still in Qiwan Lane, where his sister-in-law and Qingyun were standing in the yard hanging clothes. His head was in severe pain, and his dream was absurd. After watching the lanterns for a while, he still didn¡¯t know what year it was or how long it had been. It was snowing, and the fine snow was falling faintly on his head and face. The branches of an ancient tree were covered with crystals, like pear blossoms blooming on a tree. Chen Jing smelled the fragrance. This was a dream, he thought. "Dead?" someone asked angrily. "He's not dead, brother, he's still alive." "You are all damn fools for doing such a heavy hand! Are you still alive? Your brains are about to flow out. I don't think I can live long. The second lieutenant is not Do you want to capture him alive? He won¡¯t be worth anything if he dies. How can I explain?¡± The man¡¯s voice was louder and scolding. "The brain is not bleeding, but the blood is flowing too much and can't be stopped. How about putting him in the yard to freeze, maybe he can be frozen?" "What the hell, he is a human being, not a dead dog. "You're still freezing? Then you're going to freeze to death!" the rough voice cursed through gritted teeth. Second Lieutenant? The Second Lieutenant of Prince Zheng¡¯s Mansion? Chen Jing vaguely heard a lot of words, but only remembered this sentence, and then he fell into a coma again. He had a lot of dreams. The past and present lives in the dream flashed before my eyes one by one, and they were all beautiful things. It was as if the hardships I had endured never existed. Only happiness remains. He also dreamed about many people. He also dreamed about Princess Jiahe, although he didn¡¯t have much contact with Princess Jiahe. Maybe it was because the last person he thought about before he was knocked unconscious was Princess Jiahe. Short-term memory is the deepest. So he dreamed about her. After wandering in the dream for a long time, Chen Jing felt cold. He felt very cold for the first time. The joints all over the body are stiff. I tried to curl my fingers, but found that it was difficult to move them. It hurt when I curled them even slightly, as if they were frozen hard and the skin was cracked by the cold. Chen Jing opened her eyes, but felt something on her eyelids. Everything in front of my eyes was black, rich black, without any light. It seemed that Mo Chou surrounded him, making him unable to move. "Oh, something is tied up." He reached out and touched his eyes, and felt the rough cloth. Half of his head was tied up with cloth. It should stop the bleeding. Chen Jing moved slightly. When he moved, it was as if a needle had been inserted into his head, causing severe pain in his fur. "My head is about to be smashed. With such a heavy blow, the Second Lieutenant wants me to die!" Chen Jing thought to himself. He remembered some vague things. When the stick hit him, he subconsciously tried to dodge, but he didn't. Thought it was just a stick. Later, my whole skull was beaten until it was almost split, and I realized it was an iron rod. The person guarding him said that the second lieutenant must live. I want to torture him to death with my own hands. "I didn't kill his concubine myself, but it was just a kind reminder that he wanted to kill me twice." Chen Jing touched her painful head and thought slowly, "This is unreasonable." Once, the second lieutenant imprisoned Chen Jing. If he hadn't met King Qi, Chen Jing would have died in the prison before he found Yang Zhizhou. This time. The second lieutenant no longer killed Chen Jing openly, but secretly kidnapped him. How boring is this? Is there really such deep hatred? Knock Chen Jing unconscious. Stab him to death again, it's safe and secure. Why bother to let him breathe? "Since the Second Lieutenant has spared me a breath, I can't let him down." Chen Jing sat in the darkness, motionless, thinking slowly. He was cold all over, and he used his fingers to push aside the coarse cloth in front of his eyes. Chen Jing finally felt some light. He turned his neck extremely slowly and looked around. Chen Jing is in a room. The house is made of earthen walls, which are not very strong. The strong winter wind blows up from the gaps in the earthen wall, and the house is as cold as an ice cellar. Chen Jing was placed on the thatch pile. He moved, moved his stiff body, and covered himself with the moldy and rotten grass to keep out the cold. Every time Chen Jing moves, his skull is moved,My breasts hurt a bit. He inhaled very slowly, once and for all, and almost breathed out. He almost felt like he didn¡¯t want to breathe anymore. "I can still hold on. If I can have a bowl of hot porridge to drink it down, I will have no problem dealing with four or five people." Chen Jing thought to herself. This is a bit of bragging, but he is also cheering himself up. He thought optimistically: "Of course I can't move, but if I grit my teeth and fight hard, I can calmly deal with a few lackeys." There was not a lot of thatch, it was half as high. It's a little damp underneath, warm and humid, and smells bad, but covering your body can keep you warm. It's winter now, so Chen Jing doesn't have to worry about poisonous things like snakes and insects in the thatch pile. It took him about a quarter of an hour to bury himself. Through the crack in the door, Chen Jing saw lights outside; he also smelled the smell of wine and meat, and the sound of glasses clinking together. Chen Jing listened attentively for about half an hour. "There won't be more than six people." Chen Jing thought. He distinguished the people outside by the sounds of voices and footsteps, and finally came to the conclusion that there were not many people. Chen Jing held her head in her hands and lay half in the thatch. He touched his pocket. There are always a few things on him that he carries with him, such as daggers and golden needles for acupuncture. The dagger is for self-defense, and the needle is for saving lives. There are also several commonly used pills. However, during the process of his arrest, the dagger and pills were placed in his coat pocket. It is unknown whether they were left behind in the bumps or were searched by the Second Lieutenant's horsemen. Golden needles are relatively precious and very small. They can be placed in a small pocket inside a cotton-padded jacket and cannot be touched easily. Chen Jing turned over and found that it was still there, and breathed a sigh of relief. There are a handful of those gold needles, spread out in a custom-made bag. Thirty strands in total, thinner than a human hair. ?This was done not long ago. Chen Jing originally wanted acupuncture, but he was afraid that the old and young men in Beijing were too picky. I didn't like his silver needles, so I went to get the golden needles. At this moment. Chen Jing put all these golden needles in his sleeves for ready use. He was half lying in the thatch, his body gradually warmed up, and his arms and legs gradually became more flexible. "If you don't have enough food, you will be more energetic." Chen Jing thought. After all, he had lost a lot of blood and was weak and weak all over. If he could replenish it, he could survive longer. "The second lieutenant will arrive tomorrow morning. Be careful of that kid and don't let him die. The second lieutenant said that he has a deep hatred for that kid. If he doesn't torture him to death and is unwilling to do so, how can he let him die easily? "The rough voice outside spoke again. He should be the leader. The Second Lieutenant wanted to torture Chen Jing with his own hands. Chen Jing was not surprised. "Is there really such a big hatred?" Chen Jing thought again. Sometimes he felt that he could heal diseases, but not the heart. The human heart is really hard to fathom. The human heart is emotional. Analyzing a person's behavior is rational. Analyzing sensibility from a rational perspective inevitably leads to the opposite direction. Chen Jing didn¡¯t think much and waited for the second captain to arrive. this time. Don't let him go anymore, otherwise you will still suffer losses in the future. If you suffer twice in the hands of one person, you cannot fail a third time. "There's no movement at all. Is that kid dead?" "He's still alive, I just saw it." "Xiao Wu, take this bowl of pork liver soup and go and replenish that kid, lest he really dies. "He's bleeding a lot today." "Okay." The door opened. A lone lamp shone in, revealing a slim man. Walking in with a steaming bowl of pork liver soup. The meat is fragrant. Mouthwatering. The man held up a lamp and shined it on Chen Jing, and Chen Jing could see him clearly. This person named Xiaowu is a child of fourteen and a half years old, thin and slim. "Hey, where is the person?" Xiao Wu was shocked. There were footsteps behind him, and another person came in. The two of them took an oil lamp to shine on the house, and saw Chen Jing lying in the corner, covered with thatch, with a head wrapped in coarse cloth, looking at them blankly. "Why are you hiding in the grass?" Xiao Wu asked with a smile, finding it interesting. "He's able to move. He has to be tied up to prevent him from running away." The man next to Xiao Wu, who was thick and short, looked a hundred times smarter, turned around to find the rope. Xiao Wu was holding the pig liver soup, laughing so hard: "Brother, come and see this guy, he's hiding in the grass, and he's still cold." Listening to what he meant, it was like discovering a monkey wearing clothes. Just as fun. The footsteps all came towards the house. Including the person who turned around to find the rope, there were five people in total. Chen Jing looked at them and suddenly knew something in his heart. When these people saw Chen Jing, they all laughed. They were all half drunk and told Xiao Wu: "Go and give him the soup." Then, they went back to drink, unwilling to continue walking towards Chen Jing. Because this room is too cold. Their back room is much warmer. Xiaowu held up the oil lamp in one hand and the soup bowl in the other, and walked towards Chen Jing. The fourteen-year-old child looked at Chen Jing condescendingly with a playful light in his eyes. "Hey, does your head still hurt?" Xiao Wu placed the oil lamp on the ground not far away, and asked Chen Jing with a faint light, showing a set of neat teeth that looked like wolf teeth. Chen Jing raised her face and looked at him without saying a word. "My elder brother asked you to patch it up, how do you patch it up?" Xiao Wu chuckled and looked at Chen Jing with interest, "It should be patched up where it is injured, right?" He laughed, and then the hot soup bowl in his hand , slowly pouring into Chen Jing's wound. The soup has been in Xiao Wu¡¯s hands for a long time. It¡¯s not scalding hot, but it¡¯s still steaming. The hot stream was like a waterfall, falling head-on towards Chen Jing. The soup was still hot. It dripped along the coarse cloth and onto Chen Jing's head. The wound felt like it had been covered with thousands of needles, and the pain made the hair on her scalp stand upright. There is also pork liver in the soup. The pork liver, which had been boiled hard, was also hit on Chen Jing¡¯s head, causing Chen Jing to twitch in pain. He didn't hide. Although the hot soup was not drunk but poured on his body, it still gave him a little heat and made his shivering hands more flexible. "Hahaha, that's how hot we scald pig heads." Xiao Wu found it very funny and very happy, "But the soup is not hot, and I didn't even hear the scalp squeaking. It's not fun. Just wait. , I'll get some boiling water." He wanted to play with the pig skin. He wanted to burn a layer of skin off Chen Jing¡¯s head alive. In this way, you will not die but still suffer. The Second Lieutenant will definitely approve of it when he sees it tomorrow. "Okay." Chen Jing made a slight and short voice. His hand quickly stretched out from the grass and accurately grabbed Xiao Wu's ankle. Before Xiao Wu could react, he was dragged down by Chen Jing and fell onto the thatch pile. The bowl in his hand also fell into the thatch without making any sound. Xiao Wu ouched: "Damn" Suddenly, he felt something strange in his throat, and five cold and skinny fingers, carrying half the aroma of pork liver soup, strangled his neck. The choke was so tight that it seemed to crush his windpipe. Xiaowu struggled hard. Then, he felt something cold and small penetrate into his brain. His mind suddenly froze, and Xiao Wu's whole body became quiet, as if his soul had been taken away. A moment later, another small, cold needle penetrated into the head. Xiaowu rolled his eyes and died, so happily. ***(To be continued)