rich little concubine

Ji Ziyang moved his body and muttered a few times, but he still didn't wake up, his small face was wrinkled into a ball, as if he felt uncomfortable.

Ran Mo Feng carefully inspected the wounds on his body, the fabric of the clothes was a little stuck to the wounds and could only be torn off slowly.

He must suffer a lot in the hands of the princess, so when he went out, he had already brought some wound medicine on his body. He carefully tore off Ji Ziyang's clothes little by little, poured some out of the medicine bottle, and gently smear.

Ji Ziyang was in pain, and his brows frowned even tighter.

"Be patient, it will be fine soon." Although the other party couldn't hear him, he comforted him softly.

After about half an hour, the carriage still hadn't arrived at the palace.

A sharp whistle sounded outside, which was the shadow guard's signal.

However, Mo Feng didn't realize it until now. He was only worried about Ji Ziyang just now, and completely ignored the situation outside. Otherwise, how could he not be aware of it with his vigilance!

The person driving the carriage outside was not the guard of his palace at all.

But the current road runs counter to the imperial city.

At the speed of driving just now, half an hour is enough to run to the uninhabited wilderness of Liao, not to mention, the princess's residence is far and remote from the imperial city.

However, Mo Feng hugged the person in his arms tightly, and with one hand turned his palm to attack the driver of the car. The strong wind was strong, and there was a muffled groan outside.

With the sound of falling to the ground, the carriage stopped.

It was just that as soon as the carriage stopped, people surrounded him from all directions, and they were menacing.

This is for him, King Zhenbei!

However, Mo Feng snorted coldly, and the carriage burst into pieces immediately, and all the debris and debris hit the surroundings, knocking down several people!

The shadow guards in the dark also appeared at this moment, Ah Wu was still in the residence, and Ah Liu was still recovering from his injuries, so there were only four of them.

There were only a few people in the palace who wanted him to kill King Zhenbei, but they couldn't do it in the open.

This is a daughter who has gone and a father who has come!

The people under Ran Mofeng's hands are naturally much stronger than Princess Jiarou's, and in order to deal with Ran Mofeng, he even sent the most powerful guards around him.

Moreover, the number of this group of private soldiers is quite large, there are no less than 50 people surrounding him now, and more people will come later.

If they hadn't been poisoned, these people would be nothing to worry about, but now he uses his internal power within a certain range, otherwise it will definitely cause poisoning.

"My lord, let's go!" Shadow guard Ah Yi and the other three stood in front of Mo Feng and Ji Ziyang.

After saying that, he was already wrestling with the surrounding men in black. Two fists were no match for four hands. No matter how good the martial arts of four people were, they could not beat a hundred people.

However, Mo Feng hugged the person and fled towards the other end at a high speed, but most of the men in black behind had already caught up.

So he supported Ji Ziyang with one hand, and faced the enemy with one hand. His movements were strange, and more than ten people had already died under his hands.

How could these people only have these means? Suddenly, with a few swishing sounds, a few arrows shot out from the forest and were blown away by the wind of his palm, but the number of arrows that flew out continued unabated after the sound continued.

While protecting the person in his arms, he had to deal with those who were chasing him, and he also had to dodge the poisonous arrows, the originally suppressed toxin faintly wanted to break through his body.

As soon as the move slowed down, a poisonous arrow had already shot at Ji Ziyang's face, and then the ink cover darkened. He couldn't draw his hand to deal with the man in black in front of him, so he turned around without waiting for any thought, and blocked it with his own body. shot the arrow.

With a puff, the arrow pierced through the flesh and hit the shoulder, and the blood dripping from the tip of the arrow was as black as ink.

After this fight, Ji Ziyang woke up no matter how drowsy he was. When he opened his eyes, he saw the blood-dripping arrow and the ink seal protecting him. His eyes became hot, and he said in surprise, "Are you injured?" Because There was no water for a few days, and the voice was extremely hoarse.

But Mo Feng lowered his head and saw him awake, his violent bloodthirsty eyes were instantly tinged with warmth, and he hugged him even tighter.

Looking at the situation in front of him, Ji Ziyang immediately knew what was going on.

However, Mo Feng saved him, and now he is being chased and killed. He stretched out his hand to help him pull out the arrow, but there was a hurried shout from above his head, more worried: "Don't move! The arrow is poisonous!"

Ji Ziyang also had many wounds on his body, he was afraid that he would also be poisoned.

"It's not an option to go on like this. There are too many of them, so we have to get out quickly!" Ji Ziyang quickly checked the surrounding situation and analyzed that his body was still weak, and he was even a little unstable. Oil bottle, now the only option is to leave quickly.

"Yeah." But Mo Feng responded, with full aura, a group of men in black who had just surrounded them couldn't stand the invisible oppression, their chests were shaking with blood, and in the next moment, they fell to the ground bleeding from all seven orifices.

This blow aggravated Mo Feng's injury, and his tall body was a little shaky, so he quickly picked up Ji Ziyang and took advantage of this gap to run towards a denser place in the forest.

In the darkness, the black liquid overflowing from the corner of his mouth was dripping into the skirt of his chest, before disappearing with the wind.

At the end of this panic forest is a cliff, and those behind can catch up in no time.

"Why don't you jump down?" Ji Ziyang suggested, if you are overtaken, you will die, and if you jump down, you might still have a chance.

"Yang'er is willing to die with me?" Ran Mo Feng used his internal force to forcibly suppress the spread of the poison, and forced a laugh.

Ji Ziyang curled his lips: "I don't want to, I will crawl away a little before I die."

"........."

The next moment, Ran Mofeng jumped down without hesitation, "This king will never let you die!" The wind was mixed with howling, but these words lingered in his ears.

"Hold me tight!" At the critical moment, Ran Mofeng didn't care about being king anymore, he hugged Ji Ziyang's waist tightly with one hand, and grabbed a vine on the cliff with the other, and tapped his toes to stabilize his fall trend.

"I'll hold you tight even if you don't tell me, anyway, I can't die before you." Ji Ziyang deliberately angered him.

"Since that's the case, you won't let go of whatever you do." Ran Mofeng's stern face revealed a trace of teasing, and he sealed the pouting mouth of the other party with his lips.

"Why are people missing?" There were many footsteps above: "Isn't it jumping off a cliff?" The night was so thick that there was nothing to be seen from above.

"Search around!" The crowd dispersed.

Ji Ziyang tried his best to tilt his head back, and finally got some fresh air: "Have you kissed enough?"

"Not enough!" The man played a rogue.

"Hurry up and find a place to go down."

"It's too early to go down now, there will definitely be people around the cliff," Ran Mo Feng regained his composure, loosened his grip on the vines a little bit, and let his body fall slowly.

The vine was covered with barbs, and the night was dark, so Ji Ziyang couldn't see it at all, but how could he not know that the black blood stains on the vine were all the way down while holding the ink seal.

After a long time, the two finally found a small sunken hole on the cliff, the space can accommodate about four or five people, and the two of them lived just right.

However, the poison in Mo Feng's body was already highly poisonous, and now that he was hit by the arrow, the double poison spread all over his body, his face was gloomy, he sat down slowly against the stone wall, and placed Ji Ziyang by his side.

Ji Ziyang was already weak, so he had to lean against the other's chest when he was held in his arms. However, the obviously disordered breath of the ink seal was close at hand, and he couldn't help but worry: "Do you... have any medicine with you?" The poisoned It doesn't taste good.

"Yang'er worried about me?"

"I'm worried that you will die early, what should I do here alone?" Ji Ziyang was a little annoyed, and there was an air conditioner to tease him at the moment of life and death.

However, Mo Feng grabbed his hand and took it into his clothes. There were seven or eight small porcelain bottles in it. Ji Ziyang was surprised: "Do you usually take so much medicine?"

Ran Mo Feng smiled wryly, the two toxins in his chest collided with each other, and he coughed suddenly: "I brought it for you... If you dare to make yourself so bruised and bruised next time, I will never forgive you!"

Ji Ziyang had a sore nose: "The genius doctor must have prescribed medicine for you, which bottle is yours?"

Pointing to the cyan porcelain bottle, Ji Ziyang opened it immediately, poured four or five pills into the mouth of Ran Mofeng, usually only one pill at a time, but this time eating so many pills, the effect of the medicine is naturally amazing, the original toxin It seemed to have calmed down, but the poison on the arrow just now became more violent.

Although the internal force can be temporarily suppressed, the cold air has spread all over the body, and even Ji Ziyang feels that the body he is leaning on feels like falling into an ice cave.

The remaining bottles of wound medicine were for internal use and external use. Since they were brought for him, Ji Ziyang used some of each of them. Anyway, a dead horse is like a living horse doctor.

"I'll pull out the arrow for you!" After taking the medicine, his own spirit has improved a lot.

"Don't touch it!" Mo Feng grabbed Ji Ziyang's hand that was about to draw his sword in an instant, and said angrily, "Did you die! You have wounds on your hands, and you will also be poisoned!"

Although his tone was fierce, Ji Ziyang's heart warmed up. Although this man had hurt him, he was protecting him everywhere. He only thought about him when he was dying. His eyes were hot, and he tore off the hem of his clothes. Wrapped his palm layer by layer: "So you can rest assured?"

The wound on the shoulder must be treated as soon as possible, otherwise, even if he is not poisoned to death, he will bleed and be infected to death. I have always thought that this man is overbearing, as if he can't hurt anyone. I was very anxious.

"Yang'er is not allowed to run away again! You are my princess for a day, and my princess for life!" His wrist was grabbed again, but Mo Feng's deep and dark eyes locked him firmly: "Yang'er doesn't promise, I won't let go!" The later he gets, the weaker his body becomes, and he is making fun of his own life again.

"Share you with others, I don't want to!" Ji Ziyang flatly refused, he has no hobby of serving a husband with others.

"I, Mo Feng, only want you in this life! You are the only one!" God knows how anxious he was when he found out that Ji Ziyang had escaped!What kind of heirs and what kind of imperial power, after a hundred years, it will be nothing but passing clouds, loess dust, he only needs his young son to be with him for the rest of his life!

"Then you don't want to let go, do you want me to become a widow in the future?!" (The word widow somehow makes me, a stupid author, a little embarrassed) Ji Ziyang yelled, trying to suppress the corner of his mouth.

A violent cough sounded, and more blood spilled from the corners of Mo Feng's mouth and the wound on his shoulder, his lips parted slightly, and before he was unconscious, he still warned: "Be careful when drawing the arrow...don't hurt yourself. ..." "Bastard! Don't die!"