Marrying a ghost doctor: running wild in the arms of a nine-thousand-year-old man

Qi Yu's face wasn't that pretty, but he didn't dare to show it to Jiang Chiyu.

He carefully explained a few words, but felt that he had explained too much.

"What I actually mean is that I'm not that familiar with the Fire Qilin, but compared to the Ice Qilin, it's much better."

"I know."

Jiang Chiyu smiled and was waiting for Yang Sisi's portrait. She was thinking about the assassin who assassinated her, but she hadn't thought of it for a long time.

If Jiang Chiyu and the others hadn't appeared, he would have ended up here.

Yang Sisi hit herself on the head so hard that she couldn't remember anything.

The maid downstairs came up in a hurry.

"The Seventh Prince wants to see you."

"No, no, I'm so fed up. If you mess with the Chu family, it will be bad luck." Yang Sisi cursed. She was fine at first, but since she met Chu Jianyun, her situation has become more and more dangerous.

She was so annoyed by Chu Qingqing at first. She was not an easy person to get along with, if it weren't for Chu Jianyun's face.

Yang Sisi had been bombed a long time ago, and now she was assassinated again. She was really annoyed.

"But, that's the Seventh Prince." The maid was very worried, "It's not good for us to offend him."

"What are you afraid of?" Yang Sisi whispered, "Now he is begging me to do things, not me begging him."

Yang Sisi rubbed her eyebrows. She had a severe headache and her head was also chaotic. She closed her eyes and wanted to recall those details accurately.

But there is no place that can reflect the facial features of that person.

"This king is so annoying to you, isn't it?" Chu Jianyun came in, staring at her with gloomy eyes.

Yang Sisi was startled. She thought everyone had retreated. She stood up straight and looked at the person in front of her: "Does the prince still have a habit of intruding into the boudoir? He came in without saying a word."

"This king has sent someone to pass it on."

Chu Jianyun took the initiative and walked straight into the room and sat down next to Yang Sisi.

There is no intention to avoid it at all.

Yang Sisi gritted her teeth: "You can tell me clearly why the prince came here."

The distance between them shouldn't be so close, they shouldn't be that familiar in the first place.

Chu Jianyun chuckled softly and came closer: "Why, you seem to be afraid of me. I just heard that you were attacked by an assassin here and wanted to know what happened."

"I don't need to worry about it, Your Majesty." Yang Sisi immediately rejected Chu Jianyun's intention to intervene.

She really didn't want to have too much contact with Chu Jianyun.

The man's eyes darkened again: "With such resistance, we have a deal ahead of us."

"If I die, wouldn't it fulfill the prince's wish? There is no need to worry about me." Yang Si thought of that ridiculous dream.

There was nothing wrong with her dream, but she dreamed that Dayi was destroyed by herself. Yang Sisi claimed to be an extremely Buddhist person, how could she be involved in such a thing for no reason.

She doesn't agree!

"..." Chu Jianyun didn't look very good when he heard this. He didn't blame Yang Sisi at all, he just put forward what he thought last time.

He didn't expect to be so resented by Yang Sisi. No matter how slow Chu Jianyun was, he could still hear what Yang Sisi meant.

"This king didn't mean that."

"Isn't it? Wouldn't it be better for the Seventh Prince to solve the problem at its root? To avoid procrastinating it any longer and causing long nights and dreams."

There was a vicious smile on Yang Sisi's lips. She didn't want to have contact with Chu Jianyun, and she never thought that the person in front of her was a good person.

But he persisted.

"You shouldn't suspect that this assassin was arranged by me, right?" Chu Jianyun wondered, is he such a vicious existence in her mind?

He promised that everything would be fine, and as long as she did not continue to engage in arms trading, he would not take action against her.

Yang Sisi suddenly laughed.

"If the prince really has such ability, he will not be afraid of me because of a dream."

These words are even more vicious.

There was a long silence after that, and there was no more words between them. Chu Jianyun was so angry that his teeth itched. This was the first time that someone was so angry that he was speechless.

He was so angry that he stood there and waved his sleeves. Chu Jianyun was so angry that he left.

The maid looked at her master with fearful eyes.

"That's the Seventh Prince."

"Don't forget that it's him who asks for something from me, not me who asks for something from him. I'm the one who takes the air."

Yang Sisi looked at the maid, wondering what was so scary about this man. She had died once, so she was not that afraid of these matters of life and death.

On the contrary, it looks much more bearish.

"There is no one in Dayi who is not afraid of the Seventh Prince. If he is in a bad mood, we will all die."

"Oh." Yang Sisi sighed, and suddenly an idea came to her mind. She took hold of the pen and started drawing.

Instead of using a brush to outline, she used charcoal, which she did herself, and the resulting portrait was exceptionally clear.

It's just that Yang Sisi was halfway through the drawing and couldn't remember what that person's mouth looked like.

Chu Jianyun's face just now kept appearing in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"It's absolutely amazing. It would be better if he didn't come. If he comes, won't it disrupt my progress?"

Yang Sisi was furious. She now wanted to kill Chu Jianyun. If that person hadn't come, there was absolutely no way that that face would be all in her mind.

Although he had to admit that Chu Jianyun was somewhat pretty, but so what.

"What's wrong?" the maid asked quickly, not sure what Yang Sisi was thinking.

But they dare not do anything to offend the Seventh Prince. Even if they know that their master is capable, they cannot do it. If the Seventh Prince becomes angry, they will not lose their lives.

Yang Sisi crumpled the paper into a ball in annoyance and threw it to one side angrily. She supported her chin with her pen.

I couldn't draw anything for a long time, and I became even more irritable.

Yang Sisi stood up and walked back and forth in the room, as if to suppress the emotion.

She suddenly squatted down, picked up the discarded paper, and drew Chu Jianyun's mouth on the unfinished paper.

In an instant, a flash of light flashed through my mind, and everything became clear.

"it is this."

Yang Sisi murmured to herself and said to the maid beside her: "Go to the Seventh Prince's Mansion and invite Miss Jiang here. I understand."

"Yes."

The image of that person was clearly visible in his mind. No wonder his mind became a little unclear after meeting Chu Jianyun. That's why.

And at this time.

In the palace, the little emperor was hurt by Ran Ran's aura. He obviously left quickly, but he didn't expect that he was still hurt.

Beside him was a man in black robes, his face obscured by a hat, checking on the little emperor.

"Master, will nothing happen to me?"

"Weird." The old man frowned, unable to understand the situation here. "Are you sure he didn't notice you? You were injured so badly and you didn't fight?"

This is weird.