The killer concubine of the sick prince

"The Miaojiang Gu people can only be raised by the Shengjiao family. You—maybe you are not from the Jiang family. The Miaojiang Shengjiao never intermarried with foreigners. Your background should come from another source."

Feng Zhiyan was very careful with his words when he spoke, for fear that any sentence would hurt the young man.

But to Jiang Jiuyi, family background is not that important.

He used to be an orphan with nothing, and the only things he could rely on were his own life and the money in his hands. Now he has a little sense of belonging in this huge Prince Xi's mansion. These extra kinship relationships are really not that important.

When she learned that the little thing in her palm would not harm her, Jiang Jiuyi let it go.

His body seemed to know how to get along with Gu worms by nature, and after being quenched by his blood, the same life Gu stayed in one place obediently after entering his body from the wound, and did not make trouble.

Even Jiang Jiuyi felt that the sense of powerlessness caused by blood loss quickly subsided because of the Gu worms entering her body.

The repeatedly cut wound on the palm healed at an astonishing speed, Jiang Jiuyi looked at her palm in ecstasy, "I'm fine, you go and take care of Zhao Ruixi."

Although Jiang Jiuyi's blood could not be said to be a panacea, it obviously made Zhao Ruixi recover quickly. In addition, he successfully refined the same life Gu, so the Gu insects would no longer affect Zhao Ruixi's body.

Now it seems that the weakness is only caused by the lingering illness, and the foundation of the body is still there. As long as you take good care of it and become a healthy person, it is not a problem to restore the original skill.

On the second day, Zhao Ruixi finally woke up. When he woke up, Jiang Jiuyi had just finished practicing in the front yard, and was about to go back to the bedroom to wash up and then go to have breakfast. Unexpectedly, when he entered the door, he saw Zhao Ruixi sitting up.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Jiuyi was not surprised, counting the time, Feng Zhiyan also said that he should wake up.

Zhao Ruixi had a feeling of being reborn, the Gu worms in his body were pulled out, the residual poison was cleared away, and even the world became brighter.

When Jiang Jiuyi opened the door and walked in, the young man seemed to be carrying a glow that lit up the whole room.

The wind in early spring is no longer cold, but there is still a faint smell of humidity.

"Is it raining?" Zhao Ruixi asked.

Jiang Jiuyi froze for a moment, as if she hadn't realized that Zhao Ruixi had already woken up, "It's raining, it rained last night, it was very small."

Speaking of which, Jiang Jiuyi went to push the window open, and there was already a little greenness in the yard, and the moist wind came in from the outside, bringing with it surging vitality.

Jiang Jiuyi opened the window, went to the window and covered Zhao Ruixi's quilt, and brought him a blanket to wrap around his body.

Zhao Ruixi's body is still weak, and even sitting down can make him feel tired.

But at the same time, infinite vitality was constantly surging in his body.

His eyes were soft, and they fell on Jiang Jiuyi. The young man was peeling the orange in his hand with his head lowered. His pale fingers were reflected on the golden red orange flesh. His hair was tied up high, revealing his clean nape.

The slender neck made him look like a fragile flower, but Zhao Ruixi knew that it was a flower that would never break. Even if there was wind and rain ahead, it could grow fearlessly against the sun on the steep cliff.

And now—the flower was his.

"Be nice to me, let's go for a walk."

"Where are you going?" Jiang Jiuyi said in a hurry. The oranges delivered to Prince Xi's mansion tasted very good. Even though it was spring, they still kept juicy and sweet.

Zhao Ruixi's eyes fell on Jiang Jiuyi, and then turned to look at the sky outside the window.

"It doesn't matter where you go. I haven't seen the mountains and rivers of Dayong before."

Jiang Jiuyi finished eating the oranges in her hand and poured another cup of tea. Zhao Ruixi shook her head and didn't take it, "You said you were going to see the outside world."

Jiang Jiuyi nodded, this is something he has always wanted to do.He used to be a killer, with his head pinned to his waistband all day long, other than tasks, they were tasks, even if he traveled around the world, he never enjoyed or appreciated anything.But now, he can be a living person.

"Take me with you." Zhao Ruixi said.

Jiang Jiuyi looked him up and down, and felt that Zhao Ruixi, who was sick now, would definitely become a burden, "Wait until you get better."

"By the way." Jiang Jiuyi said casually, already starting to peel the second orange in her hand, "Feng Zhiyan said, I'm not a medicine man, but a Gu person of the Miaojiang Holy Cult. I may not be from the Jiang family."

When he discovered that Jiang Jiuyi's blood could completely suppress the Gu worms in his body, Zhao Ruixi had guessed about Jiang Jiuyi's identity, but the guess was not confirmed.

Gu people almost only exist in legends, there hasn't been a successful Gu person in a hundred years, and now Jiang Jiuyi, who is standing in front of him alive and kicking, is actually a Gu person?

But compared to the shock of Jiang Jiuyi being a Gu, what Zhao Ruixi cared more about was whether Jiang Jiuyi would mind her own background.

"You—do you want to find your real parents?"

Jiang Jiuyi shook his head. He thought of the tragic battlefield that came to his mind at the Green Bamboo Meeting that day. I am afraid that the biological parents of this body would have died in the war long ago.

"More than ten years ago, people from Miaojiang often traveled to the Central Plains, but in the 19th year of Mengqing, Miaojiang people no longer entered the Central Plains, and closed the trade channels between Miao Village and the outside world. Since then, there has been a lot of news about Miaojiang. They all slowly disappeared.”

Zhao Ruixi had just woken up and lacked strength, and she spoke slowly and softly, without her usual domineering appearance at all, as if she was telling a story.

"Where is Miao Jiang?" Jiang Jiuyi asked. He always heard people mention Miao Jiang, but he kept a secret when he asked.

It's like being unspeakable like Voldemort.

Zhao Ruixi shook his head, "I haven't been there, I just heard people talk about it when I was very young. There is no difference between it and the West, but it is more closed, and some of its own customs also have its own characters."

As he spoke, Zhao Ruixi's voice became hesitant. The woman in red who had described Miao Jiang to him was somewhat similar to Jiang Jiuyi.

The more they look at each other, the more they feel similar, thick eyebrows, short and immature face.

Zhao Ruixi had some guesses in his heart.

"There's no need to check." Jiang Jiuyi said indifferently: "It's just relatives and blessings. I'm doing well now."

"What if your parents were killed?"

"Mei Niang raised me until I was 12 years old, and she never mentioned anything about my life experience. Elder Jiang Ge never mentioned, revenge or not—"

Before Jiang Jiuyi could finish her sentence, Zhao Ruixi tapped her forehead lightly, "What are you doing so old-fashioned? Leave this matter to me, and you can stay in Prince Xi's Mansion with peace of mind."

Jiang Jiuyi nodded, and said for a long time, "Outing—let's go together."

There was a soft smile in Zhao Ruixi's eyes, "Okay."