Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Pat, Hei Lintian turned on the light.

Gong Zihua was covered in scars, with her head down, leaning against the wet and cold wall.

Jing Jiaren rushed up with a few strides, knelt down and shook him: "Gong Zihua, wake up?"

"Don't worry, he's not dead yet." Hei Lintian raised his lips and leaned against the door with folded arms.

How could it be possible to let Gong Zihua die before he played the role of Gong Zihua and let him kill Donggong Ziche?

Gong Zihua's eyes were sticky with blood, and he opened them slightly, blurry.

There was severe pain in the head due to the severe injury... Hiss, it was uncomfortable to move.

"It's so noisy..." His throat was dry and hoarse, "What are you doing here?"

Jing Jiaren crouched in front of him, seeing his wounded and embarrassed appearance, mist gathered in her eyes...

"This is not a place for you to come here alone, let's go." Gong Zihua said hoarsely, "Go!"

Jing Jiaren picked up his hand and moved it lightly: "Can you still move, the bones are not broken?"

He was so badly hurt... dying.

"Dead or not, it's almost the same." Gong Zihua pulled her lips, "Don't cry, I hate you women crying the most. Leave me alone, this place is too dirty and smelly, you go out early...don't be like me Being imprisoned...I have nothing to do with you..."

He wanted to get rid of the relationship, fearing that Jing Jiaren would be implicated by her.

"Don't worry, he won't lock me up. I came here on his orders."

Gong Zihua was stunned for a moment, and his clenched teeth relaxed slightly: "Then go quickly, I still want to sleep again."

"I can't sleep anymore, you have to wake up to eat. Hei Lintian, can you please go get him some hot rice and hot soup?"

Hei Lintian frowned slightly: "I'll think of a way, but it might not work."

"please."

There are jailers outside, so you can only ask them if they have any food in their stash.

Not everyone can enter and exit this dungeon, and sending food in is simply unrealistic.

Jing Jiaren got up and searched in the room, and saw that there was still some water in the kettle: "Did you not eat because you were locked in? Drink some water."

Gong Zihua drank all the water hungrily, and every piece of flesh in her body was aching.

"Does it hurt?"

"It's not painful enough——" Gong Zihua said bitterly, "The old bastard in the East Palace should kill me directly. I can't figure out what's the point of leaving me half alive? Torturing me a little bit to death?"

Jing Jiaren stared at the collar on his neck. Is this the puppet controller in Hei Lintian's mouth?

"Damn it, I feel like I can't get out. This day is really unbearable, if it weren't for..." Thinking of Donggong Ziche, he took a heavy breath, "I really want to die never mind."

"Do you want to die at the slightest setback? You might as well be a woman like me."

"I'm afraid. The old slut in Donggong threatened him with me..." Gong Zihua's mouth was hurt badly, and he stopped talking uncomfortably, "In my life, I've been held back by him. Now I'm caught by mistake, I don't want to Drag him down again."

"..."

"I thought about it, if the old slut in the East Palace doesn't kill me, he can only leave me to deal with Hughes."

Jing Jiaren didn't dare to say that the collar around his neck could already control him, Master Donggong wanted them to kill each other.

No matter how powerful Dong Gongzi is, he will never be able to defeat one person - Gong Zihua.

When they fight, he must be the one who dies.

Gong Zihua woke up and found that he had killed Dong Gongziche, and it was still so painful before he died.

Jing Jiaren was suddenly confused, should she tell Gong Zihua about this...