Beauty is sick

Pei Zhe knew that Jin Lingjiu was strong, but his strength was rarely directed against him.

The hand pressing on the top of the head was slightly hard, and the fingertips were warm, sticking to the scalp. Even though he knew that the situation on the other side was severe and there were enemies watching, Pei Zhe always felt very at ease in his heart.

Jin Lingjiu said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"The one who kills you!"

As soon as the words fell, those people rushed over with weapons.

Jin Lingjiu held Pei Zhe's waist and led him around to avoid the attack. At the same time, he groped around his waist and pulled out a long and thin soft sword.

Pei Zhe wanted to raise his head, but as soon as he moved, Jin Lingjiu spotted him: "Don't move around."

The sword blades collided with each other, making an ear-piercing scratching sound, Pei Zhe tilted his head and buried it on Jin Lingjiu's chest.

There are not many enemies, five or six, all wearing masks, and the number of moves is very different from the previous masked people. I don't know who sent them.

There was no one else on the city wall, and even Yun Wuyang who followed them disappeared.

Jinling Jiu was not at a disadvantage with one enemy, but it was a bit difficult to free up a hand to protect the injured Pei Zhe.

Among several moves, some of them were too tricky, Jin Lingjiu was forced to step back a few steps, and brought Pei Zhe against the city wall.

Under the city wall, Fu Qingliu and Feng Tingyu are still negotiating, and no one has made the first move yet.

Pei Zhe looked around with stern eyes: "Who sent you here?"

One of them said: "Someone bought Jinling Jiu's life, if you are sensible, leave quickly, we will spare your life."

Pei Zhe turned sideways and stood in front of Jin Lingjiu: "If you want to hurt him, you have to step on my dead body!"

Pei Zhe seldom said such things, it was too blunt, he had the arrogance and etiquette of a scholar engraved in his bones, even if he escaped debauchery, he would not bother to use such words to express his heart.

He should be proud of his spring breeze, and even his admiration has a unique pride. Once he gives it, he will get the same emotion in return.

Jin Lingjiu tightened his grip on the sword, and looked at him quietly: "Pei Zhe..."

Perhaps the wound was too painful, and Pei Zhe's expression was unnatural: "Don't worry, I won't leave you alone."

Jin Lingjiu was silent for a while, lowered his head, and kissed Pei Zhe's eyelids: "Okay."

He agreed so quickly that Pei Zhe was still a little dazed, and when he kissed him, he subconsciously closed his eyes.

Jinling's nine body is cold, his hands are often cold, but his lips are hot, with an almost scalding temperature, which makes Pei Zhe's eyelids tremble.

The warmth lightly rubbed against his eyelids, Pei Zhe panicked, and tightened his grip on Jin Lingjiu's sleeves.

"Jinling Nine..."

In front of so many people, Jin Lingjiu pressed Pei Zhe into his arms and ran down his eyelids, leaving a string of burn marks.

When he reached his cheek, he opened his mouth slightly and took a bite on the side of Pei Zhe's face: "Not good."

Compared with the previous light kiss, this one used a lot of strength, leaving an obvious tooth mark on Pei Zhe's face.

The tip of Pei Zhe's nose was sour, and he could only shed tears after holding back his tears: "Jinling Jiu, you can't leave me alone, you can't..."

His voice was slightly hoarse, with a depressed low, sounding very sad.

Jin Lingjiu smiled, and licked his lips: "Why are you crying, didn't I promise you?"

The swords collided, and at the last moment, Jin Lingjiu suddenly withdrew his strength and withdrew the soft sword lying across his chest.

A dark storm was brewing between his brows, and he stared coldly at the person who was attacking with the sword, without moving an inch.

The sword edge shone with a cold light, bringing a cold breath, Jin Lingjiu raised his eyelids contemptuously, he was too calm, as if he was not the one who was going to be stabbed by the sword.

"Brother!"

"Ninth Master!"

Mu Jiao and Zuo Ping rushed towards this side quickly, but they were still not as fast as the sword stabbing over.

Jin Lingjiu glanced in their direction and shouted, "Don't come over."

He looked away, looked at Pei Zhe beside him, and smiled lightly.

When the sword was about to stab at him, Pei Zhe suddenly moved, and he threw himself into Jin Lingjiu's arms, tightly hugging Jin Lingjiu's waist.

Jin Ling's nine eyes and canthus were completely cracked, and before he could take him away, the sword pierced Pei Zhe's back heart, penetrating three points.

"Ninth Brother, I'm sorry..."

Jin Lingjiu caught Pei Zhe's body, ignoring the fleeing assassins: "Pei Zhe!"

Pei Zhe's face was pale, and blood oozed from the wound, staining the clothes he just put on.

He raised his hand and caressed Jin Lingjiu's brow, with complex emotions in his eyes, and there seemed to be a trace of understanding and joy in the pain: "I'm sorry, I did it on purpose..."

Jin Lingjiu felt that his chest was congested, and he couldn't get up or down. He wished he could tear the person in his arms into pieces, swallow them into his stomach, and melt them into his own flesh and blood.

As if in this way, I can be sure that this person is still by my side, not illusory, not broken at the touch of a touch.

"I know……"

Of course he knew that Pei Zhe did it on purpose. He knew from the very beginning that they could never hide from each other.

A fishy and sweet blood welled up in his throat, Jin Lingjiu pursed his lips, and forcibly suppressed the discomfort in his body: "Why did you do this?"

Is it because of Fu Qingliu's persecution?

After all, the imperial court couldn't tolerate No. [-] Under Heaven and sent someone to kill him. When the incident came to an end, Pei Zhe couldn't bear him to be injured, so he suffered this sword for life?

Jin Lingjiu originally thought so, but what Pei Zhe said just now dispelled his thoughts.

Pei Zhe has a secret, and Jin Lingjiu has always known that there is not only admiration for each other between them, but also the probing moves of their opponents. Now in this situation, he can only be sure of one thing: Pei Zhe did it on purpose. , and it has been planned for a long time.

Mu Jiao and Zuo Ping had already come to him, they didn't ignore the fact that Pei Zhe blocked Jin Lingjiu's sword just now.

"Who the hell are they?" Mu Jiao slapped her palm on the city wall, "If you dare to do such a thing, I will definitely tear them to pieces!"

Zuo Ping took out all kinds of wound medicines that he carried with him: "Master Jiu, which one do you use for him?"

Pei Zhe shrank into Jinling Jiu's arms: "None of them!"

He frowned, and his bloodless lips were stained a little purple-black, looking weird and terrifying.

Jin Lingjiu picked out one of the many porcelain vases: "The detoxification one has poison on the sword."

Pei Zhe still wanted to refuse, but Jin Lingjiu stared at him coldly, with a storm brewing in his dark eyes, he shuddered, swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and obediently swallowed the antidote pill.

Yun Wuyang rushed over in a hurry: "My lord, how are you doing?!"

Jin Lingjiu's face was ugly, he didn't dare to go forward, he shrank his neck and looked at Pei Zhe's wound: "The poison is very strong, I have to ask Mr. Liu to take a look."

Mu Jiao hurriedly said, "Who is Mr. Liu?"

Pei Zhe had passed out because of his injuries.

Jin Lingjiu adjusted his posture, hugged him in his arms, and glanced at Yun Wuyang: "Get the carriage ready, let's go."

Yun Wuyang opened his mouth, was stunned for two seconds, and pointed to the city: "...under the city."

With a cold face, Jin Lingjiu hugged Pei Zhe horizontally, and quickly led him towards the carriage.

Mu Jiao hadn't recovered yet, she was a little confused: "Where are they going?"

Zuo Ping calmly said: "Go to Mr. Liu."

"Who is Mr. Liu?" Mu Jiao recalled what Yun Wuyang said, "Can you detoxify Pei Tanhua?"

The left screen put away the porcelain vase: "I don't know."

Mu Jiao couldn't figure it out, so she scratched her hair: "Why didn't senior brother take Pei Tanhua back to the first floor of the world, there is a doctor who specializes in detoxification in the Mingming building, if we drag it on, what if Pei Zhe gets poisoned?"

The tone of the left screen is firm: "It won't be poisonous."

Mu Jiao hesitated: "How do you know? The detoxification pill can detoxify him?"

Zuo Ping shook his head: "I don't know."

Mu Jiao: "...Then how do you know you won't get poisoned?"

"Because Lord Jiu won't let him die." Zuo Ping didn't say much, looking at Jinling Jiu who was walking away, he secretly sighed, "Let's go."

Mu Jiao followed behind him, took two steps, and suddenly asked: "Zuo Ping, is there something you and senior brother are hiding from me?"

She is not a dull person, and she is familiar with the personalities of Jin Lingjiu and Zuo Ping, so she can naturally see that something is wrong with them.

Zuo Ping stopped, turned around, and looked at her steadfastly: "Master Jiu will not hurt you."

Mu Jiao understood what he meant.

This sentence seems to have nothing to do with her question, but it is answered in another way. The left screen is telling her that there is a concealment, and the concealment may be related to her.

But they don't hurt her.

Mu Jiao's heart tightened: "It's with me—"

"Mu Jiao!" Zuo Ping interrupted her, not letting her say that title, "You just need to know that Master Jiu will never hurt you."

He paused, then added in a low voice: "Me too."

Mu Jiao didn't hear this sentence, she was immersed in her own thoughts, feeling a little flustered in her heart, Zuo Ping's reaction made her confirm her guess, and some details came to her mind.

It turned out that everything had been foreshadowed long ago, but she had deliberately ignored it all the time.

Jin Lingjiu came to the carriage with Pei Zhe in his arms, and Jun Shuci and Jun Baibi beside him looked surprised: "What's wrong with Pei Zhe?"

Yun Wuyang was the first to speak: "There was an assassin attack, and the young master was injured. The ninth young master and I took the young master to heal the wound. There is no delay in this matter. I also ask Lord Jun to convey it to Lord Taifu."

Pei Zhe's face was buried in Jin Lingjiu's chest. The Jun family brothers only saw the blood on his body, but did not expect him to be poisoned. Jun Baibi asked, "Do you want me to go with you?"

Without waiting for Jun Shuci to stop him, Jin Lingjiu refused: "It's enough for me and Yun Wuhai."

After he finished speaking, he took Pei into the carriage and said nothing more.

Yun Wuyang and Jun Shuci said their goodbyes and drove away in the carriage.

Zuo Ping and Mu Jiao quickly caught up, and Jin Lingjiu let Yun Wuyang into the carriage: "After his poison is detoxified, will there still be any damage to his body?"

The Jiedu pill had already been fed, but Pei Zhe's complexion did not improve at all, which showed that the poison he was suffering from could not be cured by the Jiedu pill.Jin Lingjiu had no choice but to doubt whether the degree of damage to the body caused by this poison would leave sequelae if it could be removed in time.

Yun Wuyang's eyes wandered: "I don't know, I won't be able to—"

"Enough." Jin Lingjiu raised his eyelids, and the coldness in his eyes almost turned into ice blades, "Do you think I can't see who arranged all this?"

Yun Wuyang's eyebrows twitched fiercely.

"I will settle this account with him. Now tell me everything you know, including that Mr. Liu." Jin Lingjiu suppressed the cruelty in his eyes, his voice hoarse, "I'm curious, that man What ability does he have to force me to see him even though he hurt himself so badly?"