rich little concubine

With swift hands and feet, he tore off Mofeng's outer robe and the clothes on his shoulders. The flesh and blood from the wound turned out, which was shocking to watch.

Ji Ziyang gritted his teeth, supported his shoulder with one hand, grabbed the shaft of the arrow with the other and pulled it out forcefully, then immediately covered the wound with his outer robe, stopped the bleeding and sprinkled the rest of the trauma medicine on it.

However, the clothes inside the ink seal were still clean, so he tore them up in sevens and eights and wrapped them all around his shoulders, as if he had broken his arms instead of his shoulders.

It began to rain lightly outside the cave, and soon the sound of the rain became louder. Ji Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help worrying that their traces would be wiped out after the rain. However, there is no need to worry about chasing soldiers, but it is estimated that the guards of the palace will find it difficult to find them.

Ji Ziyang reached out to catch some rainwater to drink, and his throat immediately felt a lot better. He held it and fed some to Ran Mofeng's mouth, and then wiped his face with a cloth dipped in water.

After doing all this, he leaned gently on the man's side, thinking of his usual appearance, always aloof and arrogant, arbitrary, but sometimes domineering, sometimes gentle, compared with his current weak appearance , His heart was pulled into his throat, and he felt very uncomfortable.

In the past, he was just a killer who took on tasks every day to make money. He never thought that he would like someone, and he didn't know what it was like to like someone.

Now he understands that it is so wonderful to love someone. He will keep a diary in his heart because of what the other person says, and he will care about everything about him. What I want to see is that Jiao anxiously restores his appearance.

I couldn't help but wiped my eyes, and got closer to the people around me. When I lowered my head, I saw the right hand tightly held by the other party. "What's wrong with the hand?" Ji Ziyang was puzzled, opened Ran Mofeng's hand a little, and breathed hard, the opponent's palm was full of thorns, and the sharp thorns were densely stuck in the palm of his hand.

Finally, tears fell one by one and cursed: "Fool!"

"Why are you crying...just a small injury..." Then Mo Feng woke up, raised his eyelids slightly, and saw Ji Ziyang looking at his hand, with two lines of tears hanging on his face, and suddenly Unhappy, the kitten cried, and he felt distressed.

"It was raining too much outside, and the raindrops fell in and hit my face." It was too embarrassing to cry, and he refused to admit it.

Ran Mo Feng glanced at the rain outside, then at the place around them, it was very dry, and said solemnly: "Well, it's really big."

Ji Ziyang picked up his hand and carefully pulled out the thorn for him, and changed the subject: "The last time I held a banquet in the palace, I met the eldest prince in the garden that day." Now he is 100% on Ran Mofeng's side, So he told the story of the garden.

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the man's face with a guilty conscience. Whoever made the other party too jealous might turn his face again, but Ran Mo Feng just nodded slightly: "I know."

"You... no wonder you let me walk back that night alone," it turned out that the vinegar jar had been knocked over, Ji Ziyang was annoyed and sweet in his heart: "Stingy!"

"You are hanging out with other men, and you still want this king to make you happy!" Mo Feng's face changed, and he raised his airs and called Wang Lai again.

"What nonsense! The eldest prince just wants to use me to steal your charm order!" Ji Ziyang retorted.

Only the man snorted coldly: "This order is not on me."

"Such a valuable thing is naturally hidden in a secret place, anyway, I won't steal it from you, just hide it well."

Ran Mofeng gave him a weird look: "Didn't I give you something?"

A certain person's neck stiffened suddenly, and he had a bad premonition, only to hear the other person say again: "Why do you think that thing was randomly placed in the study room, since it is what Yang'er wanted, so why not give it to me!"

What the hell, why does he feel such a toothache: "You are not afraid that I will hand it over to the First Prince!"

"This thing is useless, it's good to make you something to play with, if you don't like it, don't hesitate to give it to anyone." Ran Mofeng said casually.

Millennium Blood Jade... Ji Ziyang's distressed liver trembled, didn't it mean that it was extremely precious, even if it was useless as a token, it was worth a lot just as a piece of jade.

With trembling hands, he wiped it away from his bosom. At that time, everything was packed in the banknote, but the small seal was carried close to his body.

Ran Mofeng squinted his eyes at the thing he touched: "..."

"Because I like it so much, I made it into a seal," really lying and not drafting.

Ran Mofeng took the small seal in his hand and looked at it, frowned and said, "What is engraved on it?" It seemed to be a circle with curved lines and a small point at the top .

Ji Ziyang snatched it with his hands, and stuffed it back into his arms quickly, thinking seriously: "It's a green onion roll!"

Yes, it has to be scallion rolls!

The shoulders were hugged even tighter, and the chill around Ji Ziyang's body became more and more obvious, but it didn't emanate from him, but was sealed in ink.

"It's cold?!" Ji Ziyang was worried, and stretched out his arms to wrap around the opponent's waist.

"Yang'er hug me tightly so I won't be cold anymore," this little torture is nothing, he has survived the poisonous torture that made life worse than death, as long as he dispels the poison of the arrow wound slowly, but with the current The situation, the process will be slower.

It was rare for Ji Ziyang to lean on the other man's chest obediently and obediently, nodded, then raised his head shyly and kissed the man's chin, saying: "I don't allow you to have anything to do."

"it is good!"

"Then let me ask you, if you want you to let go of your power and position and live alone with me in this life, would you be willing?" Ji Ziyang's eyes were burning, waiting for the answer.

The sound of the rain outside gradually stopped, and he fell asleep peacefully with that promise.

Xuehe who came out of the palace did not meet the prince or concubine on the way to meet him, but only met the shadow guard A Yi who rushed to report the news, and the other three had already gone to look for the prince.

Because there were too many people, he was also wounded, and he was in a very embarrassing situation. The people who were chasing and killing were all aimed at King Zhenbei, and those people were too lazy to fight with them, so there was no danger of their lives.

Ah Yi and Xue He led the guards of the palace towards the direction before Ran Mofeng.

At the same time, the people sent by the emperor are also constantly searching, and they are bound to see people and dead bodies!

Ji Ziyang slept in a daze, and the more he slept, the more uncomfortable he became. The chest of his body was cool, but his back was hot, and the temperature was still increasing a little bit. Something hot was swimming on his body.

Waking up suddenly, he was lying on the ground, blaming him for being too tired and sleeping too deeply.

As soon as he turned his head, he bumped into a pair of fiery eyes, but Mo Feng had an abnormal blush on his face.

Ji Ziyang was startled: "Why are you so hot? What kind of poison is this... hot and cold!"

"Don't move...let me hold you for a while." The deep voice was suppressed, and the body below him was like his ice cube, and it was very comfortable to hold.

Ji Ziyang blushed almost to the point of blood: "I feel bad for you like this!" One side was cold and the other was hot, and his clothes were so disheveled, there was an indescribable charm that disturbed his heart.

"The back is not injured... Yang'er feels wronged." The deep voice began to breathe rapidly, and the welts were all in front of Ji Ziyang's body. The back was indeed smooth and delicate, and it felt quite good to the touch. "Rogue, you are poisoned, not a love potion!"

The warm breath came to his ears, as if it was about to seduce his soul: "Holding Yang'er is no different from the love potion."

Originally, he just wanted to take advantage of Ji Ziyang's body to relieve the heat on his body, but the angry and shy look of the little cat made him want to stop.

Suddenly, Ji Ziyang's ears seemed to be on fire: "Bastard, hooligan, shameless..." Although he was cursing, he didn't dare to struggle too much, lest the wound on the opponent's shoulder be burned. Cracked.

"Yang'er..." A low voice called in his ear. "I promise I won't think like last time..." Ran Mofeng bit his earlobe, kissed him, and began to be seductive.

Ji Ziyang covered his face in shame, and nodded with a stiff neck.

In the small cave, soft and low-pitched chants can be heard endlessly, filled with infinite warmth and warmth.

In the pitch-black night, three figures covered with a sparse rain curtain were speeding up. It turned out that they were the shadow guards who had been sealed in ink before.

Ah Er: "I clearly saw that the prince and the princess are coming in this direction."

Ah San: "That's true." Standing on the cliff and looking down, he asked again: "Will the prince and the princess jump down?"

Looking around, although there are many trees, it is difficult to hide, and jumping off the cliff seems to be the only way to get rid of the chasing soldiers.

Ah Si nodded in agreement and sighed: "Hey, we are useless to put the prince and concubine in danger. I don't know what's going on at this moment?"