The princess and the lord are brothers and sisters

"Miss Luluo," a maid trotted in, and said, "Palace Master Shengjia is coming this way."

Lu Luo put her whip back, looked coldly at the hot spring pool stained red with blood, frowned displeasedly, and told the two maids: "Look at them." Then she threw down the whip and led the other maids out to pick her up.

Yang Yingjun hurriedly supported the limp Ji Yinrong: "How are you? Ji Yinrong!"

Ji Yinrong opened his eyes slightly, and gave him a pale smile: "It's okay, I can't die."

Yang Yingjun reached out to touch his back, touched the blood on his hand, and his eyes were stinging.

Yang Meili's heart tightened, and she subconsciously took two steps forward to help, but she thought of something, stopped, and looked at Ji Yinrong with a complicated expression.

"How is this going?"

Yang Yingjun and the others raised their heads when they heard the words, and there was another person by the pool, wearing a bright red dress, with loose black hair, gorgeous make-up, half-exposed breasts, and a pair of affectionate eyes, like coquettishness and sadness, it looked like a bone hair crisp.

Luluo lowered her eyebrows and said sympathetically: "Return to Palace Master, these people are too stubborn, Luluo is afraid that they will offend Palace Master, so she took action to teach her a few lessons."

The palace lord looked down at the three people in the pool who were in a panic, and said lightly: "If you want to teach me a lesson, you can go to prison to teach me a lesson. Why pollute the pool?"

Luluo became more respectful: "Luluo knows it's wrong."

The palace lord showed no sign of anger: "It's okay. You all step back first."

"Yes."

Luluo led a group of people out of the hall and closed the door.The hall was instantly as quiet as a cicada, and no one spoke for a while, only the sound of water, beating the wall of the pool.

The palace lord, who was heavily made up and barefoot, sat down slowly by the pool, stretched her white jade feet into the pool, and swayed her left and right feet up and down, as innocent as a teenage girl.

She stared blankly at the pool stained red with blood, in a trance-like state, without saying a word.

Yang Yingjun was worried about Ji Yinrong's injury, so he naturally lost his patience: "You..."

"Hush." ​​The palace lord raised an index finger and stuck it to his red lips, smiling innocently at the corners of his brows and eyes.

This kind of her is even more weird and terrifying. Yang Yingjun's whole body feels cold, and everything he wants to say is blocked in his throat.

In the huge palace, it was as silent as a tomb.

The palace lord suddenly hummed a ditty.

Yang Yingjun was startled, he felt that the tune she was humming was inexplicably familiar, so he couldn't help but glance at Ji Yinrong.Ji Yinrong was also looking at him, and they saw surprise in each other's eyes.

If you heard me right, the song she hummed was the same one that Qu Tan blew with leaves on the edge of the cliff.

Is it a coincidence?

After humming the ditty, the palace lord closed her eyes and fell into a memory, with a faint nostalgic smile on her lips.

Yang Yingjun couldn't help but probing: "Qu Tan... who are you?"

The palace lord opened his eyes with a "swish", the dark green eyes were filled with a cold light, and he just looked straight at Yang Yingjun, with a ferocious expression as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Yang Yingjun was secretly startled, and unconsciously grabbed Ji Yinrong's hand.

Ji Yinrong's heart skipped a beat, and he clasped her palm instead without hesitation, and intertwined with her fingers.

"Who are you?" The Palace Master asked quietly.

Yang Yingjun said: "Who are you?"

The look of madness surged, and then retreated into the depths of his eyes bit by bit, the palace master bit Dan Kou, giggled and said: "In your luggage, there is a jade flute and a guqin, did he give it to you? "

Ji Yinrong said calmly, "Do you know Qu Tan?"

The palace lord asked without answering, "Where is he?"

The voice is as gentle as drizzle, and it is touching.

Yang Yingjun said: "Tell me first, where is Ziyan? What did you do to her?"

"Zi Yan?" The palace lord tilted his head slightly, blankly: "I've never heard of it."

"It's the woman with us!"

"Ah... so there is another woman with you..." The palace master smiled and said, "Although I don't know, based on what I know about Ah Jiu, that girl should be in prison. "

"You let her go!"

The palace lord smiled softly: "Tell me first, where is that young master surnamed Qu?"

Suddenly, Yang Yingjun had an idea: "Qu Tan is our sworn brother, so we will not betray him!"

The palace lord was startled: "Sworn brothers?"

Yang Yingjun said eloquently: "Yes! We were hunted down and seriously injured. He rescued us. After that, we became sworn brothers. The jade flute and the piano were all gifts from him."

"Sure enough..." The palace lord suddenly became agitated, his eyes flickered with a strange light, and said eagerly: "Tell me quickly, where is he? Tell me quickly!"

Yang Yingjun said: "You demon girl must have heard that brother Qu is handsome, so you want to harm him, don't you?"

"No!" The palace lord denied it categorically, with a frantic look on his face: "How could I harm him? How could I harm him?" After that, he murmured a lot of birdsong, his expression half crying and half smiling.

Ji Yinrong showed a shocked expression.

Yang Yingjun said: "What did she say?"

"She speaks Xilan Mandarin." Ji Yinrong took a deep look at Yang Yingjun and said in a deep voice, "She is Qu Tan's mother."

"What!?" Yang Yingjun screamed.

No matter how you look at it, the palace lord doesn't seem to be able to give birth to a son as old as Qu Tan! ?

The palace lord gradually calmed down, and there was no trace of madness on her face, as if she who fell into frenzy just now did not exist at all.She squinted her eyes and looked down at the three people in the pool with different expressions, her face expressionless.

After an unknown amount of time, she said, "Luluo."

With a soft sound, the sound spread thousands of miles away, and the profound inner strength caused Ji Yinrong's complexion to change drastically.

Lu Luo pushed the door open and entered: "Palace Master?"

"Put the two of them into clean clothes and take them to Jiuxiao Temple." After she finished speaking, she flicked her sleeves and was about to leave.

Lu Luo hurriedly asked, "Do you want to take Jiang Junxiao to the Wuji Palace?"

The palace lord paused, turned his face to the side, glanced at the pale Yang Meili, and said indifferently, "I'm tired today, take me back to Tianqing Palace."

Yang Meili grasped Yang Yingjun's hand tightly.

Yang Yingjun blurted out: "He is my long-lost brother! Please allow us to be together!"

"Huh?" The palace lord raised his eyebrows, as if quite surprised, "Your brother?"

Yang Yingjun supported Ji Yinrong with one hand, grabbed Yang Meili with the other, and said very sincerely: "The palace master should know, the pain of life and death for relatives, please help the palace master."

The palace lord was startled, and said a little irritatedly: "Take them all to the Nine Heavens Palace!" After saying that, Lu Luo and Yang Yingjun, who were left behind in surprise, flew out of the palace like lightning, as if fleeing in a hurry.

Ji Yinrong's expression was complicated: "This kind of skill..." The words behind did not come out.

Lu Luo glanced at them coldly, and said loudly, "Come here."

Two maids walked in quickly: "What's your order, Miss?"

"Find some clean clothes for them to change, and then take them to Jiuxiao Palace." After giving the order, Lu Luo turned around and was about to leave.

Yang Yingjun hurriedly said, "I still need a doctor!"

Lu Luo paused, then left without looking back, leaving only one sentence: "Give them a bottle of golden sore medicine."

Yang Yingjun wanted to help Ji Yinrong away from the hot spring pool, but the other party was tall and burly, and he was petite, so it was difficult for him to lean on him, let alone walk with him.

"Ji Yinrong, are you okay? Hold on."

Ji Yinrong's face was pale and her lips were pale, but when she heard this, she opened her eyes slightly and smiled at her.

Yang Yingjun looked at Yang Meili who was watching: "Why are you standing around? Come and help."

Yang Meili said with a stiff face, "I...I don't want it."

Yang Yingjun looked up in surprise, thinking he heard it wrong, "What?"

Tears welled up in Yang Meili's eyes: "I will never forget the deaths of Xiaocui and Xiaodie...Brother, he is our enemy..."

Yang Yingjun was speechless for a moment.

Ji Yinrong suddenly sneered, and without knowing where the strength came from, he stood up straighter, and glanced coldly at Yang Meili's face, his eyes were sharp and deep: "You and I have grievances and no worries with others. I am an enemy of you, but However...'Brother Ling' is a friend in need, and he has been with him through life and death."

Yang Meili was taken aback, and looked at her brother in astonishment.

"..." After Yang Yingjun was shocked, his face turned red: "What... what life and death go hand in hand? What nonsense are you talking about!?"

Ji Yinrong smiled ambiguously at him and said, "I'm just telling the truth."

Yang Yingjun was so angry that he wanted to throw him out, but the other party was whipped all because of himself, so he could only patiently say: "Now we are all in the same boat, can you put aside your personal grievances for a while?"

Ji Yinrong said mercilessly: "I can't."

Yang Yingjun almost vomited blood.

The two maids who were ordered to take them to the Nine Heavens Palace saw that they had not come out of the pond, and said angrily: "Hurry up! Do you still want to taste the taste of the whip!?"

Yang Yingjun really had no choice but to pull Ji Yinrong's arm over his shoulder, wrap his other arm around his waist, and strenuously support him, looking as if he was about to be overwhelmed by a big tree little sapling.

Ji Yinrong half-closed his eyes, looking weak and might fall to the ground at any time, but in fact he was secretly memorizing the route from the hot spring pool to Jiuxiao Temple, and paying attention to the guards along the way.

"Follow up."

Suddenly hearing what Yang Pianran said, Ji Yinrong glanced at her slightly, only to find that she was talking to Ji Yinli who was walking behind, with undisguised worry on her face.When Ji Yinli heard what she said, he caught up with her in three steps at a time, and reached out to hold her by the corner of her clothes. This action obviously made Yang Pianran feel at ease.

Ji Yinrong's face darkened, and the corners of his mouth were tightened into a straight line.

When he arrived at the Nine Heavens Palace, seeing the maid was about to lock the door, Yang Yingjun hurriedly said, "Can I get a basin of water?"

Without stopping at all, the maids closed the palace gate with a "bang" and locked it.

Yang Yingjun cursed angrily: "Damn it!"

Ji Yinrong was in a better mood, and a smile appeared on his pale face: "Don't be angry, at least I gave you a bottle of golden sore medicine."

Yang Yingjun glanced at him, and his tone became gentle: "I'll help you to bed."

Ji Yinrong pretended to glance at Ji Yinli inadvertently, and saw that although he was staring at them, there was no trace of displeasure on his face, his eyes were bright and clear, and he did not look like an ambitious anti-king at all.Feeling suspicious, Ji Yinrong frowned and turned his gaze back.

Yang Yingjun carefully laid Ji Yinrong down on the bed, took off his shirt, and checked the whip wounds on his body.Ji Yinrong allowed her to move, and even squinted her eyes comfortably, half teasing and half probing: "Isn't the princess afraid of the prince's concern when she takes off other men's clothes in front of her husband?"

Yang Meili and Ji Yinrong had a grudge against each other, so they didn't go over, but just watched from a distance.

Yang Yingjun rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and said angrily: "You mean to ask the prince to do it for you?"

Ji Yinrong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and reached out to hold Yang Yingjun's hand holding the golden sore medicine.

Yang Yingjun looked up at him, raising his eyebrows suspiciously.

Ji Yinrong said softly: "You are not shy at all, do you...have a decision in your heart?"

"Ah?" Yang Yingjun was at a loss: "What decision?"

Yang Yingjun's hands were not smooth due to years of life in the military camp, but Ji Yinrong couldn't put it down. He gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingers and said, "If all this passes...would you...come back to the palace with me?"

He asked this lightly, and looked casual on his face, only the trembling eyelashes exposed the tension in his heart.

Yang Yingjun was stunned, and opened his mouth to refuse, it can be seen that his face was as white as paper, his body was covered with whips, and he swallowed the words silently, he couldn't bear it.

After a long while, he pretended to be casual and said: "Whether we can leave alive or not is a question, do you still have the heart to think about the future?"

With a light grip on his hand, he broke away from his hand and began to sprinkle golden sore medicine on his wound.

Ji Yinrong's face became more and more gloomy when he didn't get the answer he wanted, but the other party didn't reject it outright, so there was a glimmer of hope. He pulled himself together, smiled slightly, and closed his eyes, obviously very tired.

Yang Yingjun took a look at the bruises under his eyes, and relaxed his movements.

There are mixed feelings in my heart, and I can't tell what it feels like.