You scumbag husband left me to a beggar? I am reborn to kill madness

"let go!"

After Zheng Zhien shouted to let go again, Jing Feiyuan saw that the door inside had been closed, so she smiled and let go, "Okay, let go -"

Jing Feiyuan bent down and looked at Zheng Zhien who was about to cry with a smile.

"Okay, that's it for now. Just accept the love from your domineering brother. Stop struggling. You see, he obviously hates the prince so much, but in order to treat your brother, he forced himself to let go of his prejudice against the prince. Aren't you touched by this sentiment? He sacrificed so much for you, and you couldn't bear to let his efforts go to waste? Your brother is only fourteen years old, and he is still a child who needs care. You don't want to recover early. Be a tall and mighty brother, protect him and take care of him?"

Jing Feiyuan stretched out his palm and invited, "Come, sit down, I will take your pulse."

Zheng Zhien lowered his head and felt aggrieved.

His mother bullied him.

Tan A Niu, who stole his identity, bullied him.

Ji Wushang also bullied him.

Everyone comes to bully him.

but……

Alan didn't bully him.

His younger brother A Lan likes him very much.

If it weren't for helping him as a burden, his younger brother would definitely be able to sit back and watch Ji Wushang, his love rival, suffer.

He was the one who dragged his brother down.

He could no longer waste his brother's thoughts.

Zheng Zhien clenched his fingers and took a deep breath, then looked up at Jing Feiyuan.

"Thank you for your hard work, Princess."

Jing Feiyuan looked at the little dwarf who finally gave in with a smile.

I thought to myself that this person just experienced so many miserable things when he was young, which made him angry and had a weird temper. In fact, he is not that annoying.

Jing Feiyuan and Zheng Zhien walked around the broken pieces of the table and sat down next to the small table, pouring him a cup of tea.

"Come on, let's have a cup of tea and calm down first. Your mood is fluctuating too much and your pulse is inaccurate."

Zheng Zhien pursed his lips and silently took the tea, drinking it one sip after another.

While he was calming down, Jing Feiyuan held her chin and looked at the closed door, feeling both expectant and anxious.

I don't know what's going on inside.

A Lan is so young, I wonder if he can successfully lift the curse for the prince...

Praying to God, I hope A-Lan can live up to her and the prince's expectations.

After a while, Zheng Zhien calmed down and was able to feel his pulse.

Jing Feiyuan put his fingers on Zheng Zhien's wrist and was about to close his eyes and call Xiaoyu when suddenly, Yan Lilan's exclamation came from the room——

"My lord!"

Jing Feiyuan's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly raised his head!

The next moment, she saw a spurt of blood spraying on the white window paper!

The window paper was instantly stained red, and this sight made her heart lift into her throat.

"My lord!"

She turned pale and immediately took her hand away from Zheng Zhien's wrist, stood up and ran quickly to the inner room.

When she came to the door, she pushed it hard.

But the door was bolted from the inside and didn't move at all.

She was so anxious that she hit the door with her shoulder, banged the door desperately and shouted -

"My lord!"

"Alan!"

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

"Open the door! Open the door!"

Jing Feiyuan knocked on the door several times, but it didn't move. At this time, Zheng Zhien's voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Get out of the way, I'll kick the door down."

Jing Feiyuan didn't dare to delay, and immediately stood up and stepped aside.

After the door was exposed, Zheng Zhien raised his short legs and kicked the door hard!

With the blessing of internal power, the door blocking Jing Feiyuan was kicked away in an instant.

The door panel fell to the ground, revealing Ji Wushang and Yan Lilan standing by the window.

Ji Wushang was naked from the waist up, with his eyes closed, leaning unconsciously on Yan Lilan. Yan Lilan supported Ji Wushang with both hands, anxious, and turned to look at the door.

"Sister, the curse in the prince's body has come back to bite him!"

"How could this be?"

Jing Feiyuan was shocked. She quickly walked through the door and came to Ji Wushang's side. With trembling hands, she touched Ji Wushang's breath.

Realizing that Ji Wushang was still alive, Jing Feiyuan felt a little relieved.

She pressed the back of her hand against Ji Wushang's cheek.

ice cold.

Her heart ached like hell.

"Alan, help him lie down on the bed quickly. I have to check his pulse and apply acupuncture -"

"Good sister."

Yan Lilan was also frightened. He quickly picked up Ji Wushang and walked quickly to the bed and put him down.

Jing Feiyuan sat down on the edge of the bed, calmed down, turned to Yan Lilan and Zheng Zhien and said, "You guys retreat outside first. I need to be quiet and no one else can disturb me."

"it is good."

Yan Lilan nodded and quickly pulled Zheng Zhien out together, for fear of delaying her sister's time to rescue the prince.

The two stepped out of the threshold and squatted outside the door like two little chickens.

Zheng Zhien glanced inside, bumped Yan Lilan's arm, and whispered, "What's going on? Didn't you say you could lift the curse?"

Yan Lilan pursed her lips, shocked, "I don't know, I don't know how this could happen..."

He glanced at the bright red blood stains on the window paper, scratched his hair and blamed himself, "I was obviously lifting the curse for the prince according to the method in my memory, but I don't know why he suddenly vomited blood... I shouldn't have done it. It’s like this, it shouldn’t be like this!”

Zheng Zhien felt a little distressed when he saw his brother blaming himself so much, and said softly, "It's okay, it's okay. It's my first time to help someone lift the curse. A few mistakes are inevitable. Just try a few more times and it'll be fine. Anyway, Ji Wushang He’s still alive, just wait until he recovers and try a few more times.”

Yan Lilan looked at Zheng Zhien with red eyes, grabbed her hair and blamed herself, "But he vomited blood! He fainted! Now I don't know if he will be okay! I... I really didn't think about it. Make him become like this!"

Zheng Zhien patted his younger brother on the shoulder and deliberately cheered up the atmosphere, "Don't blame yourself. For a grown man, it's no big deal if he vomits a few mouthfuls of blood. As long as he doesn't die, right? If he vomits a few mouthfuls of blood, just think of it as doing it for me." Take it out!"

Yan Lilan buried her head, not wanting to talk to her brother.

If he really hurt Ji Wushang on purpose, he could take it as venting his anger on his brother, but he didn't. He was obviously very serious about lifting Ji Wushang's curse, but he suddenly hurt him like this. When such an accident happened, he Really can't face it.

Wow, I don’t know what Ji Wushang’s condition is...

Will it die?

If Ji Wushang dies, will my sister think that he deliberately killed Ji Wushang?

……

inside.

Jing Feiyuan tried his best to calm down, put his finger against Ji Wushang's heart, and quickly called Xiaoyu.

"Xiaoyu, please see what's wrong with him. Is it okay?"

"Good host."

Xiaoyu immediately responded and checked Ji Wushang's body.

Jing Feiyuan lowered her head and stared at Ji Wushang's pale face, waiting for Xiaoyu's test results with her heart clenched, and her days were like years.

She took out a handkerchief with her other hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of Ji Wushang's mouth.

Looking at Ji Wushang who was unresponsive, her eyes were slightly red.

Well done, how could the curse backfire?