The naughty and cowardly little crybaby sold himself out

The group entered the city smoothly and settled down. This time they did not stay in an inn, but in a small courtyard.

As soon as Chu Jian entered the room, he climbed onto the bed, hugged his legs and curled up on the inside of the bed, looking at them with fear and vigilance on his face.

Seeing this, Jing Muyang waved his hand and said, "You all go out, Qingye, bring the food over later."

They all went out obediently. Jing Muyang walked to the bed and sat down, gently patting her instep, "Take off your shoes?"

When she first saw him, she kicked her shoes off. She was so scared that she forgot to take them off.

Jing Muyang stood up and went to the table to pour her a glass of water. "Does your throat still hurt? Drink some water to moisten it."

Chu Jian took it and drank it all, then carefully handed it over, "I want more."

Jing Muyang took it and went back to the table to pour some water. Just as he was about to go back, he suddenly saw the fear in Chu Jian's eyes deepen.

"Your legs...can walk?!"

Jing Muyang was stunned. His legs had indeed almost recovered when he left Yangshu Village. He could barely walk without support. Although he was on the road for the past two days, he also received acupuncture and boiled medicine for treatment during his rest time.

But she had been keeping her distance from him since the night they first met at Li Daqiang's house. He wanted her to be closer to him, so he dragged his feet and pretended not to be done.

“First meeting…” Jing Muyang wanted to get closer.

"Don't come over here! Don't come over here!" Chu Jian almost yelled, kicking her legs and shrinking to the corner of the bed. She was so scared. Last night she felt sorry for him and helped him to bed, but today he was so nimble. This man who kept asking her to believe in him has been lying to her all along!

When did his leg get better? Or was there nothing wrong with it and he was just pretending? Did he collude with the old doctor? Otherwise, why was he so determined to stay in Yangshu Village for treatment and take the old doctor with him when he left? Was his poisoning also arranged? But why?

The first time I saw it, I was terrified and my whole body started shaking uncontrollably.

"Okay, I won't come over. Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." Jing Muyang retreated to the table and sat down with a distressed look. He regretted it. "It was our first meeting. I didn't mean to hide it."

She couldn't calm down for a while because she didn't speak when she first met him.

"Young Master." Qingye had already arrived at the door with the food, and Jing Muyang motioned for her to bring it in.

Qingye was serious and put the food on the table. She looked at Chujian like a little chicken. In addition, the impression left by Qingye's strong bathing yesterday made Chujian think that Qingye was not a servant at all, but more like a killer! That's right, she was a killer!

When I first saw it, I couldn't help but feel goosebumps on my back. Even though I had already reached the corner of the bed and curled up my toes, I still unconsciously shrank back.

"Qingye, you go out first." Jing Muyang held his forehead with his hand. Seeing her frightened look for the first time, perhaps he really shouldn't have assigned Qingye to her, but it was not easy to find a trustworthy maid halfway through the journey.

"Chu Jian, come and have something to eat. We have your favorite silver thread soup."

Jing Muyang put some in a small bowl. This was the dish she had eaten an extra bowl of yesterday, so he wrote it down and it should be what she liked.

She didn't move when she first saw him, but still looked at him warily.

"Chu Jian, you haven't eaten for a whole day. No matter what you think now, eat something first. If you don't want me to be here, I'll go out and you can eat something by yourself. Mr. Fang Lin will come over later to check if there is any remaining poison."

After saying that, Jing Muyang stood up helplessly, looked at her, then turned and walked out of the house.

When I first saw him leaving, I felt a little lonely, and a little awkward due to his inconvenient legs and feet, which gave me an indescribable sadness.

It took her a long time to get out of bed when she first met me. She was not only hungry, but her throat was really sore and burning, and she wanted to drink some water.

Of course, she also calmed down a little. When they were in the tomb, Jing Muyang let her go without burying her with him, and asked her to go because he didn't want to drag her down. And the black blood that the old doctor vomited out when he was treating him, and the black blood that flowed from his fingers, these were not fake, he was really injured.

She started thinking again from the beginning. The "War King" engraved on the tombstone, the jade plaque in the bundle, Qingshan's obedience to him, and the ambush he encountered along the way all proved his identity. If he was really the War King, then was she really his princess? But why didn't he recognize her?

Also, what was her identity in this world? If she was not the child of the Blue Mountain Villa on Jade Street, then whose child was she in this world?

The old doctor pushed the door open and came in with medicine. Chu Jian subconsciously left the table and shrank back to the corner of the bed.

"Girl, if I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't have saved you and given you the detoxification." The old doctor put down the medicine and walked to the bed. "Let me see your hand?"

Chu Jian stretched out his hand, looked at it for him, and then retracted it. The old doctor did not come any closer. He only needed to take a look. The blue color on his fingertips had almost faded.

"Well, drink this medicine, and your throat will stop hurting soon. I'll change the medicine for the wound on the back of your hand tomorrow." The old doctor handed the medicine to her. "Drink it."

Chu Jian knew she was poisoned, but there was nothing she could do. She didn't know how to detoxify, and there was no analyzer here. She didn't know what poison she had been poisoned by, and there was no antidote injection. How could she be asked to prepare the herbs herself?

You must be kidding! For a medical student like her who has only studied for one year, that is impossible! What's more, she is not studying Chinese medicine.

Now this old doctor can help her detoxify. No matter who he is, she should wait until she recovers.

She took the bowl and gulped it down in one breath without frowning.

The old doctor looked at her with higher regard. This girl had steady hands, quick knife and ruthless heart. She could take such bitter Chinese medicine without any expression at all.

"Girl, is your grandfather really in the capital?"

Chu Jian shook her head. Since this was not her world, there would be no grandfather in the capital.

"Okay." The old doctor wanted to get her to relax a little, but he didn't expect her to be so defensive.

"We will stay here for a few days. Mu Yang's leg has not fully recovered, and he was stabbed by a sword today. You stay here well. I will come to see you tomorrow."

There was no response at first sight, so the old doctor went out and asked Qingye to come in and clear the things on the table, and also prepared a lot of cakes and pastries.

"Princess, I'm outside. Call me if you have anything." Qingye still had her cold expression and left after she said that.

Naturally, she didn't call anyone when she first met him. She needed time to accept the situation and what to do in the future. Should she follow Jing Muyang or go alone?

She didn't know how long she had been thinking about it. When Jing Muyang came in, he saw that she was still hugging her knees, but she had already fallen asleep.

If she knew that the bowl of medicine just now not only removed the remaining poison but also contained a sleeping pill, would she have made a note of it for herself?

Jing Muyang had gauze wrapped around his leg. When Chu Jian passed out from the poisoning, he immediately ordered Qingmu to bring Mr. Fanglin over, while he stood in front of the carriage to fend off the assassins who wanted to approach. Although he was good at martial arts, his legs were still not very flexible, so he was cut.

He carefully laid Chu Jian down and stood by the bed.

When they first met, Jing Muyang really didn't know who she was. Qingmu said that after he fell into a coma, his father was heartbroken and said that if his son passed away, the princess who had not yet married him should be buried with him. The princess who had not yet married him was the apple of the Prime Minister's eye, so how could the Prime Minister agree to that? But he could not disobey the emperor's order!

Then he pulled out another woman from somewhere and said that she was his daughter born before he entered the officialdom. Since his ex-wife had passed away, he had been raised in the countryside. She had been weak and sickly since childhood and was now terminally ill. He hoped that the emperor would agree to replace her daughter with another one for the purpose of burying her with the emperor because they were both parents.

The emperor originally wanted the future princess to be buried with him when he was in great sorrow. Later, when he calmed down, he felt that it was inappropriate. Now the prime minister has thought of a way. After all, she is his legitimate daughter. After checking her birth date and horoscope, she and Jing Muyang are a perfect match made in heaven.

Perhaps God took pity on his child, and also took pity on the Prime Minister's unpopular eldest daughter, and paired them together so that they would not be alone on the road to the underworld.

The emperor agreed, and that's how he and Chu Jian were buried together.

Logically speaking, the person I first met should be the Prime Minister's child without a doubt.

But from her actions and words, what she saw and heard, her descriptions and her current reaction, he could be sure that she was not from this world, although he didn't know where that was and couldn't imagine what that world was like with planes flying in the sky and people going to the moon.

Maybe she really is a fairy from the Namo Holy Land.

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When I woke up from my daze for the first time, it was just dawn.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Jing Muyang leaning against the head of the bed, quietly unconscious, with one leg wrapped in gauze and stained with blood lying on the bed, and his hand holding hers.

This is... guarding her all night like this?

Just as Chu Jian was about to move, Jing Muyang also moved. She immediately closed her eyes and pretended that she had not woken up.

Jing Muyang opened his eyes, stretched his legs, rubbed his eyebrows, looked at Chu Jian, touched her head, stroked her face, slowly stood up, and tiptoed out.

When she first met him, she felt scared but also a little warm-hearted. Looking back on everything that had happened during this period of time, she knew that Jing Muyang was actually very nice to her and she liked him very much, otherwise she would not have wanted to take him home.

Or maybe she understood that she actually had no choice. She knew very well that in this unfamiliar foreign world, it was impossible for her to conquer the world alone with the title of princess. Following Jing Muyang was her only way out at the moment.

After recognizing the reality, I felt much more at ease when I first met him. Everyone can only live in the present, there is no point in being afraid.

But she was very sad, she would never see her grandfather, her parents again...

As she thought about it, she started to cry, but she didn't dare to cry out loud. She curled up her body and held back her sobs. Her tears flowed like crazy. When Jing Muyang came in again, her eyes were red and swollen from crying.

"First meeting..." When Jing Muyang approached and saw her like this, he didn't know what to do for a moment. He was scared and distressed. In the end, he reached out and tried to touch her.

She didn't hide when they first met, Jing Muyang was the only support she could feel.

Jing Muyang was relieved that he was not rejected. He lay down carefully, gently took her into his arms, and patted her gently to comfort her.

"Don't be afraid, I will be responsible for you and I will protect you."

He had never been a man who was gentle and patient with women. He had only met his fiancée a few times. They had never had tea alone or met in private. They had only greeted each other briefly at a banquet where they were both present.

But before we first met, he subverted his image again and again, and became unrecognizable to himself, but he enjoyed, liked and was greedy for such changes.

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