Marriage on behalf of the weeping blood cold concubine

Duanmu Minya casually wiped the blood from her forehead with the wide sleeve of her right hand, as if it wasn't her blood, and she didn't seem to feel the burning pain on her forehead.

But the blood had just been wiped away, and it was replenished immediately, and then flowed on the cheeks.

Duanmu Minya slowly raised her head to look at the place where she wanted to live in front of her, her lips parted slightly, showing a sarcasm and indifference.

It seems that this cell is not bad, it is not as damp and dark as imagined, and it does not have the imagined mice running all over the ground, but it looks clean and tidy.

The cell was about ten square meters, and there was a pile of hay next to the wall. There were traces of someone sleeping on the hay. This must be the bed she was going to sleep on.

Hehe, it's a good thing I didn't sleep on the floor. Although it's not very cold now, the floor is still very cold.

Duanmu Minya squinted her left eye, because the blood had blurred her left eye vision, she narrowed her eyes helplessly, supported her body with her right hand, and crawled slowly towards the pile of hay with difficulty.

The pain in her left hand and the injury on her forehead made her look extremely weak. After finally climbing to the hay, she no longer had the strength to lie there.

Alas, she wouldn't just die here in such a mess!

She lost too much blood, her eyes gradually blurred, and she was in a trance. When she almost lost consciousness, she finally pressed the wound on her forehead with her right hand, and lay on the ground with her left face facing the ground, falling into a coma!

The back injury is still not healed, because the prison disaster opened again, and the blood slowly leaked out, leaving dark red water stains on the clothes.

The wound on her forehead, the sprain of her left wrist, and the two heart-piercing pains made her wish she could pass out without being stimulated by the senses, and the coma caused by excessive blood loss made Duanmu Minya get what she wanted, and she didn't have to suffer any more. tormented by pain.

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The study room is all made of pure black solid wood, ranging from a small table to a bookcase as high as the roof, all of which are made of black solid wood.

Behind the large desk about two meters long and one meter wide, Xuanyuan Qingtian looked down at the official documents spread out on the table, holding a brush in his hand, ready to write.

But he didn't write for a long time, as if the official document in front of him made it difficult for him to make a choice, but it was just a simple document for applying for kitchen repairs.

Steward Lin, who was waiting at the side, peeked at Xuanyuan Qingtian slightly in astonishment, why is the prince so weird today!