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

There are not many servants in the small courtyard, less than six, and there is no cooking woman, and three meals a day are brought in by outsiders.

The guards or eunuchs who delivered the food were all on duty in the palace. After knocking on the door, they handed the food box to the servant and then turned and left without delay.

Fu Liang guessed that when those monks could not fully grasp the situation in the courtyard, they would definitely report to Wang Yang immediately. Given Wang Yang's fear of him, they should take action against him soon.

In fact, he was also very puzzled. Wang Yang had no grievances with him on weekdays. The two could be regarded as strangers to each other. Even if Wang Yang misunderstood the quality of his words and deeds, he shouldn't even be unwilling to meet him.

It was as if someone had told him ten thousand times, telling him not to trust Fu Liang, and it was best not to even meet him.

And he regarded the man's words as an oracle, and fulfilled them flawlessly.

"What is the origin of the ruthless Taoist priest?"

Fu Liang tightened his eyebrows suspiciously, confusion was written all over his jade-like face, but even if he was confused, there was no way to check, they didn't have much time.

In the evening, at You hour, the meals served on the round table by the maidservants were similar to usual, two vegetarian dishes, one meat dish and one soup——

Fish-flavored eggplant, fried white lotus, shredded pork with green pepper and oyster mushroom meatball soup.

In addition, there are red bean cheese cakes and rose peach blossom cakes for after-dinner desserts. Fu Liang loves rose peach blossom cakes in this world. Rose Peach Blossom Crisp took a bite...

Then he hastily pulled out a white brocade handkerchief, covered his mouth and coughed violently.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you still so weak?"

Ji Jiu touched his pet gourd, and looked at him with his eyebrows tilted. Although his tone was critical, he still patted his back with his palms.

"Choking."

Fu Liang pushed his arm away and shook his hand, and put the remaining rose and peach blossom cakes into his mouth.

Then, he covered his mouth with a brocade handkerchief, frowned and yawned, his expression a little tired.

Ji Jiu raised his eyebrows: "What time is it, are you sleepy again?"

At this time, Zhao He's voice came from the gourd: "Sleep when you are full, pig?"

Fu Liang and Ji Jiu: "..."

"How long are you going to lock him up? Wouldn't it be nice to have peace and quiet?" Fu Liang glared at the gourd unhappily.

Ji Jiu curled his lips innocently: "Brother Liang, why are you competing with him to be jealous? If you are not happy, I will torture him hard to make you happy. You can play with him as much as you want. Anyway, he is just a broken soul."

"Jealous and jealous, he deserves it?"

Fu Liang squinted at the gourd arrogantly.

Ji Jiu smiled flatteringly, and lightly tapped the runes on the gourd with his slender, white fingers, and there was a wail like a thousand arrows piercing the heart.

"Forget it, I won't care about things that don't even have a physical body."

Fu Liang's hands hidden in his wide sleeves clenched the brocade handkerchief tightly, and he pressed his heart uncomfortably as soon as he finished speaking, and his brows became three mountains and two grooves.

Ji Jiu had obeyed Fu Liang's orders at this moment, and spared Zhao He, who was unscrupulous. Then he saw Fu Liang's complexion pale in an instant, and his whole body "clanged", and his body fell heavily to one side on the ground. He also kicked over the pouf by the way.

"what's wrong with you?"

Ji Jiu also panicked, and quickly got out of the wheelchair and sat beside him, holding his shoulder with one hand and feeling his pulse with the other.

Fu Liang didn't open his left hand, which was holding his pulse, but tightly grasped Ji Jiu's wrist, and said with difficulty: "Peach Blossom Crisp...is poisonous."

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To be honest, Fu Liang did not expect Wang Yang to be so powerful in action. Without any evidence, he dared to poison him that night indiscriminately, and did not follow the routine at all.

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Ji Jiu was a little confused, he just touched Fu Liang's pulse but didn't notice any signs of poisoning...

At this moment, his eyes fell on the brocade handkerchief Fu Liang was carrying in his sleeve. Ji Jiu glanced at his painful and pale cheeks, and gently pushed aside the corner of the brocade handkerchief with his lowered eyes. Fu Liang's body trembled almost imperceptibly. .

Ji Jiu saw a little crumbs of the rose peach blossom cake leaking out, and he understood everything in an instant.

Yue Wei's insidious and cunning voice came out of the gourd again: "Humph, Fu Liang, this is your retribution. I believe in you so much, but you deceived me so much that my country was ruined and my family was destroyed. I suffered a terrible end. ...

You will definitely die with gut piercing, rotten orifice bleeding, and I am so happy to see your miserable life, hahaha—"

Fu Liang frowned tightly, his handsome facial features were all tangled together in pain, his body was still twitching uncontrollably, bending and curling up as if afraid of the cold, with a look of extreme pain.

While helping Fu Liang on the ground, Ji Jiu let him snuggle into his arms, glared at Hulu angrily, gritted his teeth and said: "Yue Yan, your last words are quite long, I will let you never say them again tonight. Come on."

Yue Wei: "..."

Zhao Ge was very excited: "Hahaha, good! good! good! really good!"

Ji Jiu bowed his nose, his face trembled twice, he pointed at the glazed gourd empty-handedly, there was a shimmer of light on his fingertips, and the whole body of the glazed gourd also shone like a circle of gold.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a duet of screams came from the gourd immediately, but Yue Wei's voice was relatively desolate and sad, while Zhao He's was relatively crazy and perverted.

Ji Jiu didn't bother to pay attention to them, and waved his hand to draw a transparent cover on the gourd, making their voices impenetrable, and the atmosphere immediately became quiet.

Fu Liang fainted weakly in his arms, Ji Jiu hugged his body tightly, and said in a muddy voice with red eyes, "You are not allowed to die without my permission."

Fu Liang: "..."

Not only did Ji Jiu enter the play quickly, but he was also very emotional. Fu Liang curled his lips inwardly with satisfaction.

Soon, he felt his body lighten, and was picked up by Princess Ji Jiu carefully, and then he turned and walked towards the bed in the bedroom.

Ji Jiu gently put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt properly, and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt.

Fu Liang kept his eyes closed and lethargic, and Ji Jiu didn't deliberately expose him. He always wanted to put on a show for Wang Yang's resurgent eyeliner.

At dinner, when the servant took out the rose and peach blossom cakes from the food box, Fu Liang had an intuition that the peach blossom cakes were poisonous, and now he was a thorn in Wang Yang's side. How could Wang Yang be kind enough to give him peach blossom cakes?

So, he pretended to eat a piece of rose peach blossom cake, but actually spit it into the jam.

Although Wang Yang was wary of Fu Liang in every possible way on the surface, he should still be a little entangled in his heart, otherwise he would not deliberately put the poison in the peach blossom cake. This is actually a different kind of temptation:

If Fu Liang is poisoned, it proves that he is mediocre;

If Fu Liang hadn't been poisoned, Wang Yang would be cured even faster.

Or maybe it's because Wang Yang's conscience is still there, and he doesn't want to implicate the innocent Chang Siqiu. His goal is only Fu Liang, just like that ruthless Taoist priest.