First Lady of the Crown Prince

Chapter 984 Cute Mengmeng (Xinyang VS Xiao Jifan)

This palace was so winding and winding that it made my head hurt to walk there. Coupled with the strong smell of incense, Xiao Ji frowned.

However, he still secretly recorded the route he took in his mind.

He didn't like studying when he was a child. First, his father pushed him too hard and he had a rebellious mentality. Second, his eyes and head hurt when he saw those dense words.

 Then he threw himself into the military camp and never went to school again.

His brain is actually not stupid. As long as he is not studying, he basically has a photographic memory of other things and can remember most of what he has heard.

 This gives him an advantage on the battlefield.

But no matter how many battles he won, it could not change the fact that he was a rough man. For a princess like Qin Fengwan who was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and who was both talented and beautiful, he selfishly felt that he was not worthy of being illiterate. .

Now he knows a lot of words, which was directly or indirectly influenced by Qin Fengwan.

"Sir, are you worried?" Hong Luan noticed that he was wandering in a daze, and seemed to be absent-minded about going to see the saint.

Xiao Ji's consciousness came back quickly, as if he was not thinking about anything else at all. He said sarcastically: "Do you saints know that you care so much about me in private?"

Hong Luan choked and did not dare to say anything anymore.

How come something that obviously has no connotation changes its taste as soon as it reaches the husband's mouth?

After she calmed down, Xiao Ji continued to think about what he had just done, but once some emotions were broken, it would be difficult to pick them up again.

 He frowned in annoyance.

The two of them arrived outside the inner hall of the Saint. There were four maids guarding the door. Everyone knew martial arts, and there were also many masters hidden secretly. It seemed that although there were no men in the Saint's Hall, the defense was not lax.

"Holy girl, your husband has arrived." Hong Luan reported outside the palace.

 “Come in,” the saint said.

His voice is quite young, with the aura of a superior person, and an aloofness that is otherworldly.

Xiao Ji secretly gave his first impression in his heart. As long as the saint never saw him in person, everything would be easy to handle.

It is impossible to say that his face looks like he is in his early twenties, but it is not necessarily true that there are many traces of age. The main reason is that his eyes and expressions are restrained and calm for his age.

He acted for a while and then lied about being overtired. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, he should be able to deceive him.

However, what is not as good as God is that the saint actually met Xiao Ji himself!

"It's you?"

After the saint took off Xiao Ji's veil, she stared at that handsome face and was suddenly shocked.

 Xiao Ji was confused.

 Not so unlucky, right?

 Has this been recognized?

The saint turned around, pulled out the long sword on the shelf, and placed the gleaming blade on Xiao Ji's neck.

Xiao Ji looked at the extremely sharp sword blade with his peripheral vision, then looked at the veiled saint, and asked: "Do we... know each other?"

The saint also wore a veil. She did not take off the veil, but said coldly: "You don't know me, but I know you! When you fought with the Dongyi army, I analyzed your tactics on the chariot. Number of ways.”

Xiao Ji suddenly realized: "Ah, you are the military advisor behind King Dongyi."

The King of Dongyi did not have much troops, but he was able to repeatedly defeat the border troops. The main reason was that he had a very powerful military advisor.

 He did not expect that the military advisor would be a saint from the Holy Maiden Temple.

The saint said angrily: "All the warriors of my Dongyi tribe were lost in your hands, Marquis of Xuanping Xiao Ji! I was worried that I couldn't find you, but I never thought that you would take the initiative to send me to my door!"

 She was very angry, but Marquis Xuanping did not feel any substantial murderous intent from her.

 She didn't want to kill him.

Why?

Xiao Ji's judgment of the enemy is very accurate. On the battlefield, any wrong judgment may lead to a large number of casualties.

Of course, this ability is not inherently flawless, and he paid a huge price.

Xiao Ji looked at her deeply and sat down on the chair.

She frowned. As expected, she didn't strike him with the sword, but continued to place the sword on his neck.

  Xiao Ji confirmed his guess.

 She really had no murderous intention towards him.

This is not a good sign.

He and she were sworn enemies, but she still refused to kill him. Could it be that she planned to capture him and go to King Dongyi to claim credit?

Wouldn’t it be more delicious to take his head?

　Things are not going well...

 “What did you do to that man?” said the saint.

Xiao Ji said nonchalantly: "It's okay. He's still alive. I'll bring him back to you soon."

 “Come here!”

 The saint suddenly gave an order.

 Two black figures flashed out from behind the screen. Both of them were women, but their skills were extraordinary.

 The two of them cupped their hands and said, "Saint!"

The saint said without mercy: "Kill him!"

"yes!"

 The two of them left in response.

Xiao Ji was stunned for three seconds. The person the saint wanted to kill... was the young man who was robbed by him, right?

　The development of things is not quite right...

An ominous premonition filled Xiao Ji's heart.

The Saint raised her sword and cut his clothes, revealing the large and small gauze wrapped around his body.

She raised her eyebrows slightly: "I see, let me tell you, you fell into the trap I set, how could you still be safe? You sneaked into the Saintess' Hall for your brother's antidote and your two bastards. Right? I disappoint you. The antidote is in my hands, but your son is in King Dongyi’s dungeon. But as long as you obey me, I can return your son to you."

Xiao Ji looked at her lightly: "What do you want to say?"

The saint sheathed her sword and put it back into its scabbard neatly: "Marry me and be my husband!"

  Xiao Ji: “…”

Xiao Ji looked at her and pointed at his head: "Is there nothing wrong with you? I have killed so many Dongyi people, and you still want to marry me? Aren't you afraid of betraying Dongyi?"

The saint raised her chin and said with dignity: "If you surrender to me, you will be a warrior of Dongyi in the future. You will kill more Zhao soldiers for Dongyi and make meritorious deeds!"

 This is the funniest joke Xiao Ji has ever heard.

He smiled sarcastically: "What if I don't agree? Are you going to kill me, or my brother and son?"

The saint looked at him calmly: "No, I will kill the attendant who came with you!"

  Xiao Ji's smile froze on his face.

He lowered his eyes and smiled, looking at her with cold eyes and said: "This kind of thing has to be based on your own will, right? If I am not willing to marry you, even if I get married to you, I will still abandon you."

The saint smiled: "No, you won't."

 Xiao Ji narrowed his eyes slightly.

The next second, he saw the saint turn around and press a switch on the wall. The bookshelf on one side moved to the other side, revealing a dark secret room.

  Xiao Ji couldn't use much strength at the moment, so a sneak attack was out of the question.

　　It is precisely because the saint knows his situation that she feels at ease and is not on guard against him.

 She entered the secret room and came out with a white pill on her fingertips.

She came to Xiao Ji with the pills, slowly leaned down, and lifted Xiao Ji's chin with her green-white fingertips: "Eat this, and you will be devoted to me."

 Xiao Ji looked at the white pill, and an idea flashed in his mind.

 Could this thing be the drug that Concubine Jing once gave the emperor?

The saint took his expression in full view: "Oh, it seems you know him? This is my Dongyi secret medicine, and it was later taken to the Shangguo by a Dongyi traitor. It is said that some pharmacists in the Yanguo also made it. This medicine, but the effect of those pills is not as long-lasting and strong as that of the Holy Lady Temple."

It’s more powerful than the medicine the emperor took. What kind of powerful drug is this?

Xiao Ji twitched the corner of his mouth and said calmly: "I don't want to eat it?"

The saint said coldly: "It's not up to you."

Xiao Ji vaguely remembered that he would have a crush on whoever he saw after taking this drug.

At that moment, he closed his eyes and refused to open them, thinking only about Qin Fengwan.

 She has the ability to cut off his eyelids!

 After taking the medicine, the effect was very strong, but within a few breaths he felt drowsy.

 Can't open eyes, can't open eyes.

 He tried his best to recall Qin Fengwan's face in his mind, trying to squeeze the shadow of the saint out of his mind.

　　Bang!

 It seemed like something had fallen down.

His consciousness began to blur, and the faces of the saint and Qin Fengwan flashed back and forth in his mind.

  After all, the last person I saw today was a saint, and it was really not easy to completely remove her from my mind.

 Fortunately, he has willpower that ordinary people cannot imagine.

With great effort, Qin Fengwan's face finally covered the saint's face bit by bit.

At this moment, he vaguely felt that he heard a familiar voice.

 “Hey! Big man! What’s wrong with him?”

 Then the next second, his eyelids were opened by Long Yi's hand.

Long Yi’s index fingers and thumbs opened his eyes wide.

Long Yi himself opened his eyes wide and looked at him without blinking: "Hello?"

Hour Xuanping’s last bit of mental strength was exhausted.

 Before he fainted, he looked at Long Mengmeng's face and gritted his teeth.

Hold!

Long Mengmeng bows and asks for monthly votes~

 (End of this chapter)