The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Pan Shu didn't sleep peacefully, she frowned and raised her eyelids.

What caught his eye was a pair of red eyes.

Qi Yu pursed his lips tightly, and his cold and seductive voice became hoarse, "My innocence was taken away by His Highness, and His Highness must be held responsible."

Pan Shu nodded her head as if pounding garlic.

There was a hint of apology in her voice, "I was drugged, I'm sorry."

Qi Yu sighed softly and hugged her tightly, "I volunteered."

It was already bright outside the temple, and suddenly a sound of rapid footsteps and the collision of knives exploded like thunder in the quiet temple.

With a "bang", the door was kicked open violently. The already worn-out door was crumbling, as if it was about to fall to the ground in the next second.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness..."

Two completely different voices overlapped.

There was a hint of sullenness and surprise.

The other is a deep sense of grievance.

Shen Zui was the first to react. He ordered people to guard the door and closed the dilapidated door tightly.

Pan Shu rarely felt guilty.

She lowered her head, her earlobes stained red.

After making love, the girl's delicate eyebrows, which were originally cold, became a little more charming for no reason.

Like a delicate flower nourished by the rain.

Too beautiful to look away from.

Shen Zhuan clenched his fist tightly.

Hold back the raging murderous intent.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Pan Shu suddenly raised her eyes and saw the young man running staggeringly. He probably didn't notice the gravel under his feet and just stumbled to the ground.

He crawled to her with red eyes.

Check Pan Shu's body carefully for any injuries.

The fingertips were trembling slightly with nervousness.

But when she saw the bright and dazzling hickeys on Pan Shu's neck, her eyes became even redder.

Tears swayed, as if they were about to fall down in the next second.

"Jiang Zhan..."

"Your Highness is fine."

His lips were pale, and the cinnabar between his brows was much darker.

When the young man fell down just now, the sharp stone cut his arm, and blood dripped down. Pan Shu looked unbearable and said, "There is blood on your wrist..."

"It's okay." Jiang Zhan tugged at his lips, "It'll be fine, Your Highness."

The bracelet is gone.

Probably the Buddha really wanted to abandon him and no longer protect him.

I haven't been feeling well these past few days. Last night I heard the news that His Highness was missing. The young man who was kneeling in front of the Buddha and paying homage to the Buddha suddenly panicked.

The hot temperature of the incense candle burned his palms.

Bloody.

He hadn't felt this much pain in a long time.

The young man curled his slender fingers and looked at the Buddha statue on the jade platform with his beautiful and calm eyebrows.

"Buddha is merciful. Zi Qian has nothing to ask for in this life. I only wish that His Highness will be healthy throughout his life."

It doesn't matter if the Buddha doesn't bless him.

He has His Highness.

Your Highness will protect him.

His Highness likes Ziqian very much.

Pan Shu noticed the scars on the young man's palms. The flesh and blood had not yet dried up, and it was shocking when they stuck together.

"What's wrong here?" Pan Shu looked up at him, her eyes filled with uncontrollable distress and worry, "Jiang Zhan, do you feel any pain?"

The young man was startled.

His slightly tightened hand suddenly loosened.

He curled his lips aggrievedly, "I was burned by the incense candle, Your Highness, it hurts so much."

But there was a satisfied smile in Jiang Zhan's eyes.

Just a word of concern from Pan Shu.

It was as if thousands of fireworks were set off in his heart, so grand and gorgeous that he was so happy that he didn't know what to do.

——His little Highness is so gentle.

He is the best person in this world.

Jiang Zhan felt that he was so lucky.

"Let's go." Shen Zui knelt down and put his heavy cloak on Ban Shu, "My wife, this Mr. Qi? What should I do with him?"

Disposal.

It's really a cheap word.

Like sending away a beggar.

Qi Yu lowered his head, and others could only clearly see the sharp and delicate profile of his face, but they could not clearly see the obscure and dark light in his eyes.

Pan Shu also paused, looking at a loss as to what to do.

Shen Zuan still had a smile on his face, but there was no trace of warmth in his eyes. It was as cold as the deep winter, so cold that his teeth chattered. He glanced at Jiang Zhan lightly and said, "Why don't you just be like Jiang Bianjun and act as Fangjun."

Pan Shu's lips curled up slightly, "The Lord is right."

Look.

She understands it all.

But he didn't say anything, waiting for him to say it himself.

This way it would be hard for him to blame her.

She is evil and cunning.

But there are so many men who like her, as if they were bewitched, and they will love her violently until death.

The same goes for Shen Zuo.

There was no way he could share her with another man without any grudge.

Only a sedan chair carried Qi Yu into the princess's palace, and the matter was over.

The original plum blossoms in the courtyard had withered completely, and several more plum blossoms given by the emperor were planted in the house. However, within a few days, the petals of the plum blossoms withered and turned yellow, and they died silently.

The boy fell obediently in front of the girl's knees.

The flickering candlelight hit Jiang Zhan's superior nose bones, and Pan Shu lowered her eyes to look at him.

Jiang Zhan coquettishly said, "Your Highness hasn't been to Zi Qian's place for several days. Your Highness only likes Qi Yu but not Zi Qian."

"It's not good! It's not good! Your Highness..." Tianzhu opened the door, knelt on the ground with a thud, and knocked his head twice on the ground. His face was instantly covered with blood, "My young master suddenly vomited blood and fell unconscious. Please, your highness...please take a look at the young master!"

The young man stood up and said, "How dare you, a cheap slave, break into my yard?"

Under the dim candlelight, the young man's bones were exquisite and perfect, and his thin red lips curled up coldly, "Someone, drag this bitch down and kill him with a cane!"

Tianzhu's intrusion was indeed disrespectful.

It is reasonable for Jiang Zhan to be angry.

Pan Shu narrowed her eyes, "What's the matter?"

Tianzhu also calmed down, and he wiped the blood and tears on his face carelessly, "My young master was not in good health at first. He only got slightly better after returning to the Princess's Mansion. After taking the medicinal soup tonight, he suddenly said that his heart hurts. Soon the young master vomited a large mouthful of blood..."

Pan Shu raised her feet and walked out.

The young man quickly followed Pan Shu, "Your Majesty, don't worry, Mr. Qi has his own destiny, and everything will be fine this time."

The night wind howled, scratching my ears.

Emitting an eerie wail.

Another section of the plum blossoms in the yard died.

Pan Shu suddenly stopped and turned around to look at the young man's gentle and harmless face in the moonlight, "I heard from Zhong Yingying that you are good at poison and poison."

Jiang Zhan's back stiffened, and he lowered his eyelids softly, "What does this mean, Your Highness?"

Pan Shu pursed her lips and said nothing.

Jiang Zhan laughed softly, "Does Your Highness suspect that Zi Qian poisoned Mr. Qi? In His Highness's heart, is Zi Qian such a vicious person?"

"Ziqian has been worshiping the Buddha for decades. Naturally, he is the most kind-hearted. It's just me who is suspicious."

There was a mist in the night air.

The barking of wild dogs could be heard from the overlapping mountains in the distance.

Pan Shu opened the door, Jiang Zhan suddenly grabbed her cold wrist, his eyes were red, "Your Highness, you still doubt Zi Qian?"

Qi Yu lay there lifelessly.

Fold your hands and place them on the quilt.

"The plum blossoms in the yard are all dead." Ban Shu suddenly said with unclear meaning, "Plum blossoms are cold-tolerant but not heat-resistant. It is normal for the plum blossoms to wither in spring, but the few newly planted trees were improved varieties from Yuci. The seasons are always prosperous.”

The blood on Jiang Zhan's face suddenly faded.