I have a medicine man.
Her name is Shen Zhiyi. The whole family was wiped out, and I carried them back to the palace with my own hands.
She is good. Kneeling outside the palace every day to bring me medicine, even in the rain, I would not leave.
I thought she didn't dare to use the knife.
Until last night, she put the knife against my neck.
The hand is very steady. His eyes were colder than a knife.
I didn't hide.
I said: "When you carry the medicine bowl, your hands never shake."
She didn't kill me.
Because I am the creditor of her one hundred and thirty-seven lives.
She said: "If you die, who will pay for the lives of my whole family?"
I pinned her to a pillar and taught her how to use a knife.
"The knife is a good knife, but people are not good at it. Starting tomorrow, I will personally teach you how to use it."
She wanted to kill me, but she fed me medicine every day.
I want to let her go, but her life is hanging with my blood.
She and I are mutual guides.
Tags: Qiangqiang / Love and Kill / Nurture / Court Marquis / Ancient Style / Empress / Drama / HE
Intention: Love and hate have the same root, and are born toward death.