Reborn as the crippled king's favorite

The fourth prince's hands and the words he said made Murong Jiu feel sick.

The aversion to cold flowed from her heart to her limbs and bones, making her almost nauseous.

The thought of the fourth prince observing her secretly and spying on her where she couldn't see her was like being targeted by a poisonous snake, which was even more disgusting than the second and third princes.

But she suppressed all these emotions in her heart and did not show any of them.

No matter what, she had to survive. If she died, I couldn't imagine what would happen to Jun Yuyan, and Zhijin Zhiyu. They were only so old, so they couldn't live without their parents.

Besides, she didn't know what Jun Yuyan's condition was now.

She looked at the Fourth Prince quietly: "Fourth Prince, what exactly do you want to do?"

The fourth prince gave her a strange smile.

Murong Jiu frowned and heard a woman's voice coming from outside: "Your Highness, you are ready. It's time for you to go back."

The fourth prince's eyes kept falling on Murong Jiu's face. After hearing this, he stood up slowly, patted the ashes on his body, and said to her: "You will know what I want to do soon. Don't worry, I will do it." Come see you.”

With that said, he walked out.

"Mo Yu, keep an eye on her."

Murong Jiu heard the sound of horse hooves. It seemed that the fourth prince was riding away in the rain. Where were they going?Go to your father and brother to cover his whereabouts?

He sent people to search for his eldest brother's whereabouts, and it was normal for him to be separated from his father and brother for a period of time.

This also shows that this place is not far from the place where the eldest brother fell into the water.

The light footsteps were getting closer and closer. Murong Jiu looked up and saw the woman who had just spoken. She seemed to be named Mo Yu. She was holding the fourth prince's fire certificate. Her facial features were ordinary and her eyes were cold. The only thing that was extraordinary was her height. Look at her. He is no shorter than the fourth prince.

She was wearing a night jacket that had been soaked by the heavy rain, like a person fished out of the water.

The light from the fire flickered, illuminating the woman's face with uncertainty.

Her hands holding the fire fold were covered with thick calluses.

Is a practicing family.

And he is a very good martial arts practitioner.

"Miss Moyu..."

Murong Jiu had just begun to speak when the other party sneered and suddenly extinguished the fire, and the cave suddenly fell into darkness.

"There's no need to get closer to me. I'm not like Your Highness, who cares about women. What I hate the most is weak women like you who are powerless."

There was no concealment of disgust and hatred for Murong Jiu in his voice.

Murong Jiu was not discouraged even though she was bored. She could see that this Mo Yu must be fond of the fourth prince, otherwise why would he be so hostile to her?

If you are ruthless and loveless, you will not be able to grasp your weaknesses.

She cried silently and asked her urgently: "How is the prince? Please, Miss Moyu, can you tell me how my husband is?"

Mo Yu stared at her and sneered: "Prince Ling is very lucky."

After saying that, before Murong Jiu could speak again, he slashed the back of her neck with a knife. The force was so strong that she fainted immediately.

Murong Jiu woke up twice in the middle of the journey, both times on horseback. She was tied to the horse while lying on her stomach. It was hard to say that she was not woken up by the jolt. She had not had time to vomit out the overwhelming contents of her stomach. He was knocked unconscious again.

I don’t know how long it took, but she woke up from the fire. The blazing flames were blown by the wind in the ruined temple. The rain outside had stopped, but the wind was still blowing. The fire was burning in front of her. She had been away from the fire for a long time, and her face was burning. She was red, the clothes on her body were half dry, but her back was wet. When the wind blew, it was bitingly cold.

There was no one next to the fire, but Murong Jiu's hands and feet were still tied, and her stomach felt extremely uncomfortable. It was still dark, but even though she was confused, she knew that it would be the next night, and Mo Yu would take her on horseback. A day and a night's journey.

<divclass="contentadv">Where are we taking her?

There were faint footsteps outside.

Murong Jiu sneezed several times immediately, looking confused and trembling. He closed his eyes and murmured: "It's so cold... so hot..."

Mo Yu threw the prey on the ground, and the strong smell of blood filled the air.

She pulled Murong Jiu up when she came up, "You woke up when you woke up, what are you pretending to be like? Princess Ling is a great doctor, why are you pretending to be like a magician!"

Murong Jiu still looked like that, her body limp, as if she was lying in a sleepy state and talking nonsense. Mo Yu snorted coldly and threw her to the ground.

The back of his head fell to the ground. Murong Jiu did not wake up, but seemed to have fainted.

Mo Yu's face was gloomy, and she wanted to reach out and twist Murong Jiu's neck.

However, as soon as she stretched out her hand, she realized something was wrong. Murong Jiu's body started to feel very hot, especially his forehead, which was extremely hot.

Mo Yu's face became increasingly ugly.

Moreover, there was blood seeping out from the back of Murong Jiu's head.

He was already drowsy and there was no sound in his mouth. Mo Yu thought of the fourth prince's explanation and her eyes were filled with sadness, but in the end she turned Murong Jiu over and burned the clothes on his back and the bleeding spot on his head. It was simply wrapped with cloth.

She tied Murong Jiu's hands and feet tightly again, then left, probably to find the doctor.

Murong Jiu was not really unconscious. When everything fell silent, she opened her eyes and quickly looked around. She couldn't tell where she was from the ruined temple. The Buddha statues were all made of clay. They were already dilapidated and covered with dust.

She couldn't break free from the rope, and she didn't forcefully struggle, because even if she escaped from the rope, Mo Yu would be able to easily find her with his martial arts.

It would be better to ask the doctor to prescribe some medicine for her to take to make her body feel better.

She had indeed developed a high fever. If the timing was right, it would have been a day and a night since she fell into the moat. Her clothes and hair were still wet, and she was still jolted on the horse. No matter how strong her body was, it was too much for her.

The fourth prince should have asked Mo Yu to take her away from the capital. Resting in this ruined temple meant that she was still quite far away from where she wanted to go, otherwise she would not have taken the risk to rest.

In other words, if she recovers from her illness, she may be able to find a suitable opportunity to escape.

At least not now.

Not long after, the sound of horse hooves sounded, and Mo Yu carried an old doctor back to the ruined temple, still holding a jar of medicinal herbs in his hand.

The old doctor's face turned pale. He held on to the big tree in front of the ruined temple and vomited profusely. It took a long time before he had the strength to feel Murong Jiu's pulse.

"Hey, why is this girl's pulse so strange?"

Murong Jiu had already "woke up". When he heard the word "girl", he noticed that his hair was disheveled and he was dressed like an unmarried girl to hide himself from others.

"Don't worry about her pulse, just give her antipyretic medicine first!"

Mo Yu said coldly, putting a hand on his waist.

There is a long sword there that can cut a person in half with just one strike.

Murong Jiu didn't say anything. The old doctor knew too much and might die, so she lay back on the ground and closed her eyes weakly.

But I was thinking about how this old doctor was dressed, and I was slightly shocked. This old doctor was clearly dressed as a citizen of Yongzhou, and so was his accent!

In other words, she guessed wrong. It had been at least three days and three nights since Mo Yu had taken her to escape, and he still kept rushing, like a horse, rushing [-] miles to get to the Yongzhou area!

how come!