Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

On the way to the palace, in the carriage.

Probably because he didn't enjoy himself before, Ji Jiu's sitting posture didn't last long enough for a cup of tea, and he couldn't help leaning towards Fu Liang, with his furry head resting on top of Fu Liang's.

Fu Liang pressed his delicate and smooth side face and pushed it away, sighing softly: "Don't make trouble."

"One more time."

Ji Jiu's left index finger and middle finger were dishonestly "walking" slowly on his thigh, from bottom to top, from outside to inside...

Seeing that Fu Liang was not moving at all, Ji Jiu moved closer to his ear and blew: "Anyway, it's still early, don't worry, I will definitely seal the space to block the sound, so that the embarrassing scene of being smashed like last time will not happen.

Baby, I know you're saving face, and I know...you must still be holding back your anger, we're just finishing what we haven't finished, so don't pretend to be reserved, okay? "

Fu Liang's face trembled slightly, and the back of the hand resting on his knee was restrained so that the veins were clear.

In fact, Ji Jiu's words are not unreasonable, indeed they still have time... Just when he was teased to obey Ji Jiu, and fell into Wushan Yunyu's fierce entanglement again, a cold cough immediately destroyed his thoughts do.

Zhao He in the gourd: "Ahem."

The interest that had been provoked after so much effort was wiped out, and Fu Liang deliberately moved his butt to the side, keeping a little distance from Ji Jiu.

There is not much space in the carriage, so if he really wants to run, he can't run anywhere, but the attitude of "not doing it" must be made clear.

Holding the gourd, Ji Jiu yelled at Zhao He angrily, "You deliberately spoil our good deeds, are you sick?"

Fu Liang raised a pair of high and low eyebrows, and looked at Ji Jiu's sullen side face disapprovingly, thinking that Ji Jiu should not use the word "we" because his willpower is not bad for the time being.

Zhao He sneered: "Hmph, people don't want to talk to you, you're just wishful thinking."

Ji Jiu's eyes were instantly ruthless: "You need to clean up again, don't you?"

Zhao He shut his mouth knowingly.

But Ji Jiu's mind of playing with him has been aroused, since Fu Liang ignores him, then he has no choice but to tease his pets.

"Zhao He, are you lonely? It's only been a few days..." Ji Jiu squeezed the gourd with yin and yang and said strangely, "You just can't understand how we are so affectionate, so you feel jealous? You are so pitiful, why don't I catch another Can ghosts come in to accompany you? Do you like female ghosts or male ghosts?"

Zhao He: "I'm not even interested."

"So pure and ascetic? You don't look innocent either." Ji Jiu bit his lower lip in wonder.

Zhao He said disdainfully: "I've lived for more than 200 years, and I haven't seen anything. You really underestimate me."

"I've never thought highly of you..." Ji Jiu frowned indifferently, and his tone was a little sloppy, "I don't care, I'm going to play you to death anyway. Besides, I still want you to beg I'll play for you..."

These words are somewhat ambiguous. If it wasn't because Fu Liang knew Ji Jiu's temperament too well, it would be easy to misunderstand that Ji Jiu wanted to do it himself - Zhao He.

Zhao He gave a hard "hum" and didn't answer him again.

Ji Jiu's smile gradually changed, and the rune on the right side of the gourd glowed red, and Zhao He's mad cry came again: "If you have the ability, let me out, Chang Siqiu. I will return my pain a hundred times and a thousand times to you. you."

Ji Jiu said: "Fight with me? It's more realistic for you to be wiped out."

After their back-and-forth chatter, the carriage finally arrived at its destination.

Fu Liang and the others hadn't stepped into the emperor's bedroom when they heard Yue Yan's painful moans of "Ouch" coming from the inner hall.

Eunuch Yan's small steps moved even faster: "You two come in with our house."

Fu Liang hurriedly pushed Ji Jiu into the inner hall. The three-legged golden tripod incense burner with peach honeysuckle pattern in the corner was burning ambergris, and the wheelchair stepped on the plush Persian carpet without any sudden noise. The palace slaves guarding the palace held their breaths and their faces were heavy.

Yue Wei's bedroom combines Chinese and Western aesthetics, with luxurious and elegant carved beams and painted buildings. After passing through several layers of light curtains and gauze curtains raised high by the maids with scales, Fu Liang saw the dragon couch covered with bright yellow tulle where Yue Yan slept, and the dragon bed in the dragon bed. There were two rows of helpless imperial doctors kneeling in front of the couch.

"Your Majesty, the National Teacher has arrived." Eunuch Yan hurried forward and said to Yue Wei with a slight bow.

"Quick, quick, quick, the national teacher, please save my leg." Yue Wei yelled in pain.

Fu Liang sat calmly on the head of Yue Wei's bed, and seeing Yue Wei's face pale with pain, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Ji Jiu sat beside him, gently stroking the gourd on his waist with his right hand, and his clean eyes occasionally glanced at Yue Yan's face, sometimes the corners of his lips curled up in disdain, sometimes his breath was slightly heavy, and his disdain was palpable in his words.

Yue Wei didn't dare to get angry even if he noticed his small actions, because he knew that this person was very important to Fu Liang, and Fu Liang was very important to him now.

I saw Fu Liang's left hand lightly caressing his broken leg. His broken leg was the bone of his left calf. Through a thin layer of bright yellow silk trousers, Yue Yan felt a comfortable coolness. Drilling into the bones, they were like gentle yet firm silk threads, magically stitching his damaged parts together without any flaws.

Yue Wei's injury wasn't particularly serious, it was just a broken leg. After an hour of incense sticks, Fu Liang completely connected his leg. Come back gradually.

He hurriedly got out of bed and jumped up and down several times, probably because he wanted to test whether the broken leg just now was still as powerful as before. There were screams on the ground, and there were many elderly doctors with white hair among them.

"What's the use of raising you? A bunch of waste." Yue Wei said angrily, "The national teacher cured my leg, and I'm in a good mood now, so I don't care about you quack doctors. Get out of here, don't be here in my eyes."

As expected, the imperial physicians followed Yue Wei's wishes and rolled out with hands and feet.

"National teacher, you cured my leg, if you want any reward, just ask." Yue Wei sat on the bed excitedly, turning his head to look at Fu Liang.

His eyes hardly fell on Ji Jiu's face, because Ji Jiu's expression gave him a cold feeling overall. Although Ji Jiu was a useless person in his eyes, he was also a useless person that he didn't want to look at again.

Fu Liang was also sitting on the bed. According to the etiquette of a monarch and minister, he should actually kneel in front of Yue Wei, but he thought that if he wanted to control Yue Wei, he had to show a strong side, otherwise he would not be able to make the other party obey.

"The emperor has the kindness to know the poor, and the greatest wish of the poor is that the emperor can live forever, so that the poor can serve your majesty forever."