My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

While Shi Jin was being treated, she unexpectedly showed blood on her face.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

She is the head nurse of the examination department. She is at the door and speaks English with a slight accent: "Mr. Shi, it's time for examination."

Shi Jin subconsciously held Jiang Jiusheng in his arms to prevent outsiders from seeing her: "You go with me."

She said: "Okay."

Outside the psychological examination room, they happened to meet Mr. Trang, the patient with delusions of murder who had lived next door. Not sure if it was out of curiosity, but he secretly glanced at Jiang Jiusheng several times.

Shi Jin hid Jiang Jiusheng behind him and looked over coldly: "If you look again, I'll dig out your eyes."

Mr. Trump was so frightened that he stammered, "No, no, I won't watch anymore." He began to sweat on his head, his hands and feet were shaking, and he felt like countless thorny thorns were crawling on him.

Shi Jin's eyes seemed to be filled with ice: "Turn your head away."

Mr. Trung immediately turned his head away. He couldn't breathe smoothly. In his ears, a curse-like voice came over relentlessly: "If you dare to turn around again, I will break your neck."

During the treatment stage, Shi Jin was very aggressive.

Mr. Trump, who is also in the treatment stage, has a particularly low psychological defense.

Mr. Trung felt that his throat was being strangled, and he was about to cry. He hid behind the nurse accompanying the examination. His face turned pale, his features were stiff, and his whole body was trembling.

About to get sick...

Mr. Trump began to doubt life and the world. He suspected that there were unruly people and dangers everywhere: "Is he staring at me?"

"He tried to gouge my eyes out and twist my neck."

"Nurse, nurse! 0789 He wants to kill me."

0789 is Shi Jin's ward number.

"There is also 1345 who also wants to harm me."

1345 is Mr. Trump’s neighbor on the new floor.

Mr. Trump trembled and got under the stool, holding his head and sobbing: "He wants to kill me, hurry up, hide me now!"

The examining nurse had a headache, and her delusions of Mr. Truong's murder seemed to be getting worse. She couldn't pull Mr. Truong out from under the stool no matter how hard she tried, so she had to ask for help: "Ms. Jiang, can you make Mr. Shi a little more friendly?"

Jiang Jiusheng was very embarrassed: "Sorry." She turned to look at Shi Jin, "Shi Jin."

Shi Jin had no intention of repenting, so it was natural: "He looked at you first."

Jiang Jiusheng tried to reason with it: "That can't scare people." Especially since he is a patient with persecutory delusions.

"I didn't threaten," Shi Jin said lightly, "I told the truth."

"..."

Mr. Trump was about to collapse. He huddled under the stool and screamed for help. He screamed so miserably.

Jiang Jiusheng's face became serious: "Shi Jin."

Shi Jin bent down and stared into her eyes: "Are you angry with me?" He was very dissatisfied, but he was also afraid of offending her family Shengsheng, so his expression was very complicated.

Jiang Jiusheng said nothing.

Angry, she was angry... He was most afraid of her being angry.

He compromised and held her hand as a gesture of goodwill: "I'll just listen." He was a little manic and uneasy, but he endured it.

Jiang Jiusheng patted the back of his hand comfortingly, then asked the examining nurse: "What do we need to do?"

The accompanying nurse thought for a moment that the first step in getting along with a patient with persecutory delusions is to establish trust, and then said: "Shake hands with Mr. Trump and be friends."

Shi Jin: "..." Mentally retarded!

The nurse ignored the obvious disgust on patient Shi Jin's face and squatted down to communicate with patient Trang: "Mr. Trang, Mr. Shi is not a bad person. He will not harm you. He wants to be friends with you."

Mr. Trump held his head and was horrified: "No, he wants to harm me. He wants to dig out my eyes and break my neck."

The nurse smiled and guided gently: "How could it be possible, Mr. Trump? Mr. Shi was just joking with you. Look at him coming over. You shake hands and we will be friends from now on."

Mr. Trump was still trembling with fear. He pressed his face against the wall and tried to hide. He muttered: "Let him go, let him go quickly."

The nurse was at her wits end.

Shi Jin walked over, folded his hands, and looked down: "Come out."

Mr. Truong remained silent, covering his mouth tightly, pulling up his collar, and covering his head tightly.

Shi Jin kicked the stool and said coldly, "Tell you to come out."

He shrank, shrank hard, shook, but shook hard: "Don't, don't kill me."

Shi Jin squatted down and said slowly: "I don't kill people. My Shengsheng doesn't like it. At most I..." At this point, he stopped and thought about what to do with him.

Mr. Trump's lower abdomen cramped and he was about to urinate. He was completely desperate, holding his head and crying.

Jiang Jiusheng and nurse: "..."

Manic and paranoid patients and patients with persecutory delusions are really not suitable for being friends. The next day, Mr. Trump was transferred to another hospital.

The premiere of "The Empress" was held at the Imperial Theater. Jiang Jiusheng and Shi Jin returned home a day early. On the day of the premiere, she met Yu Wen Chong in the background.

He attended the premiere as an investor.

When Yuwen Chongchong saw her in the corridor outside the lounge, he put out the cigarette in his hand and asked first, "How is his condition?"

Jiang Jiusheng stood by the wall: "It's okay."

Yu Wen rushed to open the window to disperse the smell of smoke. He rested his elbows on the window sill and leaned back slightly: "Hu Mingyu will be responsible for your affairs from now on. Let Mo Bing contact him directly."

She heard what he meant: "What about you? Where are you going?"

He lazily leaned against the wall and said casually: "Go out for a walk." He didn't say where he was going.

Jiang Jiusheng pondered and said, "How long will it take?"

"I don't know." He brushed off the cigarette ashes that had gotten on his sleeves. "I'll come back when I'm tired."

I don’t know where I’m going, and I don’t know how long I’ll be there. Anyway, it’s the same wherever I go. Maybe if I go around for a while, I’ll get older and my heart will be at ease.

He said no more. He touched the cigarette case in his pocket, fiddled with it a few times, then put it back without touching it again.

"Where's the company?"

"I heard that she is retiring and she will come to the company." He chatted casually, his eyes were lazy and lackluster, as if he couldn't get enough energy. "I found a professional manager to take care of her first."

Jiang Jiusheng was a little surprised: "She wants to retire?"

"She will retire after the World Championships. Regardless of whether she wins the Golden Slam or not, she must retire." Yuwen Chongchong frowned, "Her shoulder injury is already serious."

Swimmers have more or less occupational diseases, and Yuwen Ting is considered to be very serious. In his twelve years of sports career, from a gymnast to a swimmer, from a young champion to a swimming queen, in addition to being full of honors, he also brought a lot of injuries. sick.

This is the national athlete, who has exhausted his body and is about to call it a day.

Jiang Jiusheng sighed with emotion: "You must tell me when you leave."

Yu Wenchong narrowed his eyes and glanced at her swollen belly. His eyebrows softened and he said jokingly, "Then don't come see me off."

She didn't agree.

Yuwen Chongchong brought up the topic lightly: "Let's talk about it later." He asked, "Where's Shi Jin?"

"He just took medicine and needs to sleep for an hour. He is in my lounge." Jiang Jiusheng looked at the time and said, "I'm going to see if he's awake."

He hummed.

She just turned around.

He stopped her: "Shengsheng."

She turned back: "Huh?"

After looking at her silently for a moment, Yuwen charged forward and asked, "Is your current life what you want?"

Without any hesitation, she said, "Yes."

That's good.

"Then have a good time." He smiled, with a bit of relief and a bit of cynicism in his eyes, and waved his hand to indicate that she could leave.

For some reason, he was smiling, but she couldn't see the light in his eyes. When did he start to feel so tired, and how long had it been since he had laughed without restraint.

"The same goes for you," she said solemnly, "Yuwen, you have to live well."

He smiled and said in a scolding tone: "Just take care of yourself." He paused and said, "Make money well, you are my cash cow."

"Okay, I'll hold more concerts."

He waved his hand to chase her away: "Go ahead."

"Um."

When she left, he touched the ring hanging around his neck through his clothes and sneered, what a money tree, it was just a debt collector, he would have to pay it back for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, a faint voice intervened: "If you look further, the secret will be revealed."

Yuwen Chongchong withdrew his gaze without even looking at Xie Dan. He went directly into the screening room and found a seat with a good view and sat down. Xie Dan followed behind and was about to sit down.

"Go away," he said in disgust, "don't sit next to me."

Xie Dang was spoiled and had a bad temper. He sat down and faced him: "I want to sit down."

Yuwen Chongchong didn't bother to pay attention to him.

People entered the screening room one after another, some of them noisy. Yuwen closed his eyes and rested. In his ear, Xie Dang said something serious without warning: "Yuwen, if you can, don't like Shengsheng anymore."

A lifetime is so long.

Yuwen Chongchong didn't open his eyes, as if he didn't care. Yun Danfeng replied to him lightly: "If that's okay."

Xie Danheng: "You are the stupidest person I have ever met."

This guy is unrepentant, serious and cowardly when he likes someone.

Yuwen Chong raised his eyelids, moved his shoulders, and kicked him: "Of all the people I have ever seen, you are the one who deserves the most beating."

Xie Dang's rare sentimentality was completely wiped out by his kick, and he was completely furious: "Damn it, I'm wearing white today, and you're kicking me!"

He added another kick: "I told you not to sit next to me."

Xie Dan, who had two more footprints on his suit pants: "..."

Cut off the robe and cut off the righteousness. He doesn't want this brother anymore.

The street was full of neon lights outside the window, and the moon was very full tonight. The lights were not turned on in the lounge. Jiang Jiusheng walked to the bed and called softly: "Shi Jin."

"Huh?" Shi Jin opened his eyes, his eyes a little dazed. He was very sleepy due to the effects of the medicine and his throat was tight, "Shengsheng."

Jiang Jiusheng whispered: "The movie is about to start. Do you want to watch it?"

Shi Jin lifted up the quilt and sat up: "I want to see your performance."

At half past nine, the movie premieres.

For the first public screening, apart from the producers, investors, and some professional filmmakers, the rest were fans and moviegoers from all over the world.

"The Empress" lasts 105 minutes. Starting from the 89th minute, bursts of sobbing can be heard in the screening room.

That was the last scene between Emperor Yanhong and General Dingxi, a farewell.

At that time, Xiliang's alliance with the Yan State came to the city of Dachu, and they pressed forward step by step to the strategic point of the war. General Dingxi was defeated and disappeared. Emperor Yanhong Rongli personally conquered Yaoguan, and a hundred thousand Chu generals guarded the city.

Below the city, General Wan Guang of Xiliang was provoking: "Emperor Yan Hong," he sat on his horse and shouted toward the beacon tower, "Look, who is this?"

Two soldiers escorted the prisoners forward.

The smoke from the beacon fire blinded people's eyes, and their vision was blurred. Rong Li stood on the city, and through the light of the beacon tower, he could see the face clearly. Her face was covered in blood and her hair was messed up.

He is General Dingxi of Da Chu and his Ahe.

He subconsciously walked forward, but was blocked by the cold bricks of the city wall. His pupils were scarlet: "Wan Guang, if you dare to touch her hair," he said word by word, "I will kill your whole family."

Wan Guang put the broadsword on his shoulder: "It's okay not to move her, just open the city gate."

Qin Bi, the Marquis of Yong'an, immediately stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, no!" The words were heavy, and Qin Bi advised, "One hundred thousand people in Yaoguan City have not yet retreated. Once the important battle ground is lost, half of the country of Chu will be in danger."

Rong Li kept looking at the city, watching his Ahe standing helpless in front of thousands of troops: "If the city gate is not opened, what will Ahe do?"

The wind blew, Da Chu's military flags whirred, and the sky was filled with smoke covering the stars. In the dim darkness, the voice of Marquis Yong'an was loud and clear.

"A loyal family in Dingxi General's Mansion, even the Major General," he choked, "even if he sacrifices——"

Keng!

Rong Li drew his sword and pointed it at the Marquis of Yong'an. The king of his country almost roared: "Why should I sacrifice my beloved woman? She is my queen. Which of you's life is worthy of being exchanged for her?"

Marquis Yong'an shouted: "Your Majesty!"

Rong Li ordered: "Open the city gate."

But no one dared to open the city gate.

How important Yaoguan is, even the lowest level soldiers know that if this happens, half of Da Chu's country may not be protected, and thousands of people in the city will undoubtedly die.

But their emperor was shouting: "Open the city gate for me!"

The Nine-Five Master was finally defeated by a woman who defended his country and his family.

She shouted at the foot of the city: "Rong Li."

Far away, there were tears in his eyes.

She shook her head.

He ignored it and shouted with scarlet eyes: "Open the city gate, open the city gate!"

The wind was strong, and Ying Shen's voice was blown away, ethereal and clear: "Rong Li, you are the emperor of Da Chu, and behind you are your people."

Her face was covered with blood, but her eyes were calm.

He did not look back, nor at his people, nor at his soldiers, only at her: "Ahe..."

He no longer wants to be emperor, is that okay?

"Have you said enough?" General Wan Guang dismounted, walked behind Ying Chen, and put the knife on his shoulder across her throat, "Emperor Yan Hong, I count to three, if you don't open the city gate, I will Just cut off General Dingxi’s beautiful neck.”

Ying Chen was wearing a silver military uniform, standing in front of a hundred thousand enemy troops, motionless.

Wan Guang shouted: "One."

After a moment of pause, amidst the howling wind, he shouted again: "Two."

Rong Li held the sword, his hands trembling.

"three--"

He shouted: "Kaicheng——"

Almost at the same time, Yingchen grasped the handle of Wan Guang's knife, turned it slightly, and sent the sharp blade into his throat, causing blood to spurt out in an instant.

"Bang." The sword in Rong Li's hand that was given to her fell to the ground, "Ah He!"

Under the city, the woman standing in the smoke was shaky and fell backward.

"Rong, Li."

She opened her mouth, and the blood from her throat surged out, rolling down her silver uniform, drop by drop... She opened her mouth, no sound came out, and her pupils slowly dilated until she couldn't see him clearly. .

He seemed to be crying.

Rong Li, can you hear me?

Don't cry. You are the king of Chu. You cannot cry in front of your ministers. I will wait for you in Huangquan for as long as you want. If you don't come, I won't leave. In the next life, you will not be the king and I will not be the general. I'll be your wife again.

Bright red blood flowed all over the ground. The woman lying on the ground was General Dingxi of Dachu, and she died with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes, looked at the beacon tower, and looked at her king.

"Ahe!"

"Ahe!"

Rong Li jumped down to the city like crazy. Marquis Yong'an grabbed him from behind and shouted with red eyes: "Your Majesty, you can't go."

He pushed away: "Get away, my Ahe is down there, she is waiting for me!"

Marquis Yong'an had no choice but to hit him on the back. He slowly fell down and lay on the ground. Dark clouds covered the moon, and his pupils were filled with darkness.

"Ah He, wait for me, I'll be here..."

"Archers prepare," Marquis Yong'an said on the city, "Attack!"

In the battle of Yaoguan, Xiliang's 100,000 elite soldiers were defeated and surrendered three days later.

The emperor ordered that no prisoners should be spared and all should be killed.

The war in the Three Kingdoms lasted for decades. In the fifteenth year of Yanhong, Da Chu unified the Three Kingdoms, and peace prevailed across the world.

The world was finally settled, and the next month, Emperor Yan Hong committed suicide by taking medicine.

When Rong Li was dying, only Qin San from the Yong'an Marquis Mansion was there. The medicine was mixed with wine. He drank and drank. He became drunk at first, holding the sword given by Ying Chen and talking to himself.

"Qin San, in my life, I will live up to the country, the country, and the millions of people in Chu." His eyes were empty, without any sparkle, "I only failed her, I failed Ahe."

After saying that, he began to vomit blood, and a mouthful of blood spurted on the sword. He lay down, closed his eyes, curled up and called Ah He.

Qin San called the imperial doctor in panic: "Rong Li!"

No matter how much he shouted, he wouldn't even open his eyes.

"Rong Li, open your eyes, don't sleep."

"Rong Li!"

His hand slid down weakly, the sword fell, and he knocked over the wine cup: "I'm leaving, I'm going to accompany her, I can't keep her waiting any longer..."

"Rong Li!"

"Rong Li!"

In the fifteenth year of Yanhong, at the winter solstice, the emperor died, and he was buried with General Dingxi in Changmian Mountain. After reigning for fifteen years, the emperor had no descendants or children, and was passed down to Xiaoyan, the son of King Tangrong.

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Maybe I was too emotional today, I cried while writing, and I wrote very slowly.