The princess and the lord are brothers and sisters

There was already chaos outside Tianqing Palace.

Wu Yao held a maid in front of him with one hand, and put a long sword around the maid's neck in the other hand. He was confronting the other maids who surrounded him and waited for him. The two sides were at a stalemate.

"How dare you!"

A red shadow flashed past, and within two moves, Wu Yao was sent flying.

"Wu Yao!" Seeing this scene from a distance, Yang Meili was so frightened that her liver and gallbladder were torn apart, she rushed over regardless of Yang Yingjun's obstruction.

Yang Yingjun was afraid that Meng He Nasha would hurt his sister, so he hurriedly said loudly: "Palace Master, please raise your hand, everything is easy to discuss!"

Meng He Nasha suddenly slapped the newly rescued maid on the face, and the maid knelt down on the ground with a "plop", her forehead touched the bottom, and said in panic, "Eighteen sins deserve death!"

This turn of events made Yang Yingjun and the others dumbfounded.

Meng He Nasha said indifferently: "Trash! I have been with me for so long, and I can't even beat a person without internal strength!"

Lu Luo led the crowd to kneel down and said, "Palace Master calm down."

Yang Meili helped Wu Yao, who had been slapped, and his face was pale. Seeing him covering his chest in pain, his eyes were red with anxiety: "How are you? Where does it hurt?"

Wu Yao forced a smile: "I'm fine..." As soon as he opened his mouth, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Wu Yao!"

Meng He Nasha turned her face to look at Wu Yao who was on the verge of collapse, her winking eyes flew sideways, but she had no emotion: "You are asking for your own death after taking Hua Gong San but forcing your exercises."

Yang Meili's face turned pale, her lips trembled: "You... what do you mean?"

Meng He Nasha said: "I didn't use much force in that palm just now. He vomited blood not because of my injury, but because of the damage to his heart veins due to the forced movement of his internal energy under the seal."

Wu Yao pressed Yang Meili's hand and said in relief, "Don't listen to her, I'm fine."

Yang Yingjun stepped forward, cupped his hands to Meng He Nasha and said: "Palace Master, everything is just a misunderstanding, there are a lot of Palace Masters, can you get the antidote for Hua Gong San..."

Wu Yao looked at Yang Yingjun in surprise: "Wang..."

Yang Yingjun interrupted him immediately: "Wu Yao, long time no see, are you all right?"

Wu Yao hurriedly calmed down, passed Yang Yingjun and saw Ji Yinrong behind him, was startled again, subconsciously turned back to look at Shangguan Liuyun who was standing at the gate of Tianqing Palace watching a play.

Shangguan Liuyun had seen Ji Yinrong a long time ago, although his face was calm, his eyes could not hide his surprise.He exchanged glances with Ji Yinrong, but neither made a sound.

Meng He Nasha said: "He is like this now, even if you give him the antidote of Hua Gong San, it will not help. Luluo."

Luluo knelt and crawled two steps forward, respectfully said: "What is the order of the palace master?"

"Ask two people to carry him back to Spring Pavilion. Remember, you must be under strict supervision. If something goes wrong again, I will punish you!"

"Yes!"

Yang Meili hugged Wu Yao tightly, and looked at Menghe Nasha beggingly: "Sister Palace Master, can you let me go with you? I want to take care of him, please."

With a flash in his mind, Yang Yingjun hurriedly said: "Don't dare to bother the palace lord's maid, let my younger brother take care of it? After all, they are men, so it's more convenient, right?" If the younger sister stays in Huichun Pavilion, Ji Yinrong should There is no way to start with her, right?

Ji Yinrong suddenly glanced at him, that glance was unfathomable, Yang Yingjun's heart skipped a beat, and he pretended not to see him, not daring to meet his gaze.

Meng He Nasha raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Are you negotiating a deal with me again?"

Yang Yingjun said: "What kind of deal do you say?"

"If you want them to go to Huichun Pavilion, it depends on whether your qinxiao and ming are really worthy of the name."

Yang Yingjun was stunned for a moment, but Ji Yinrong smiled: "It turns out that the palace master still has this kind of elegance."

Meng He Nasha showed a look of nostalgia, and her eyes became gentle: "It is because of the melody that I have the honor to know Divine Doctor Qu, and I used to sing with him on the qin and flute. That jade flute was a gift from me. The tune he hums is composed by him. Miracle Doctor Qu and I are bosom friends, by the way, how is he now?"

Yang Yingjun said blankly: "Except for Qu Tan, there is no one else there."

Meng He Nasha was stunned for a moment, and sighed: "I'm afraid he has traveled... He has always been a free and easy person."

Yang Meili suddenly said: "Since he is so good, why did you not like him but a scumbag back then?"

Yang Yingjun and Ji Yinrong changed their faces together: "Hello!"

Meng He Nasha narrowed her eyes suddenly, staring at Yang Meili like a beast of prey, with a stern look on her face.

The hairs all over Yang Yingjun's body stood on end, staring at her like an enemy, secretly on guard, his heart beating like thunder, and his palms were sweaty.

After a long stalemate, Meng He Nasha's face melted away, and she closed her eyes, looking a little tired: "How can love be controlled by common sense..."

Yang Yingjun heaved a sigh of relief, and then heard Ji Yinrong's serious agreement: "Not bad."

"..."

Meng He Nasha raised her eyebrows, and said with a half-smile: "From what you said, could it be that you are also trapped by love?"

Ji Yinrong looked at Yang Yingjun quietly.

Yang Yingjun shuddered, and said with a stiff neck: "Then what! Don't you want to listen to the zither and flute? I'm ready! When will it start?"

Meng He Nasha glanced at him, and said coolly: "You are quite impatient."

"..." Yang Yingjun's mind was filled with ten thousand muddy horses galloping past.

Meng He Nasha said: "Luluo, I will leave this place to you. Except for the four of them, I will lock everyone up without missing anything, and send more people to guard them."

"Yes, Palace Master, please rest assured."

"As for the eighteenth, go to the punishment hall to receive the punishment."

The maid called Eighteen kowtowed: "Thank you Palace Master for your kindness, thank you Palace Master for your kindness..."

Meng He Nasha glanced at Ji Yinrong and Yang Yingjun lightly, and walked away first: "Go back to the Promise Palace."

"Showing the Promise Palace——"

Ji Yinrong followed Meng He Nasha and took two steps. He didn't hear any movement behind him. When he turned around, he saw Yang Yingjun standing still, and couldn't help but stop.

She was looking at Ji Yinli.Ji Yinrong thought numbly, looking at her back blankly.

Yang Meili looked up and saw that Yang Yingjun was looking at her. Although she didn't say anything, her eyes showed undisguised worry, so she pretended to smile relaxedly at him: "Don't worry."

Yang Yingjun wanted to say something, but Luluo interrupted coldly: "Why don't you go quickly?"

Someone came over with a stretcher, and Yang Meili helped Wu Yao onto the stretcher. Before leaving, she turned her head and smiled at the pale Yang Yingjun, and lightly beat her left chest with her fist, saying: "I will take care of myself, youtoo, OK?"

Yang Yingjun smiled "puchi", but his eye circles were red, and he nodded slightly.

Watching his sister drift away, Yang Yingjun felt his heart was hollowed out.

"code word?"

Startled for a moment, turning around, Ji Yinrong looked at him from behind, but couldn't see his expression clearly because of the backlight.

"what?"

In the dazzlingly bright light, Ji Yinrong repeated: "You have your own code words, don't you?"

Yang Yingjun was stunned for a moment before he realized: "You mean English? Then... that's right."

Ji Yinrong laughed, which sounded like sarcasm.

Yang Yingjun frowned displeasedly: "What?"

"It's nothing." After he finished speaking coldly, he turned around and left. His stiff back exuded a cold aura that rejected people for thousands of miles, like silent anger and rejection.

Yang Yingjun had never received such a cold reception before, he was dumbfounded, and followed Lu Luo's scolding.

The Qinxiao and Ming that followed were a mess.

The tacit understanding between the two seemed to be lost all of a sudden, stumbling and making mistakes constantly, Yang Yingjun went to see Ji Yinrong in surprise, and what he always got was a back view that resisted communication.

With a "bang", Menghe Nasha couldn't bear it anymore and jumped up: "Ah Jiu said that your zither flute and the sound of the whole Yizhou City are sensational. Is this the level? Or are you deliberately deceiving me? It is terrible for you to provoke me." No good!"

Seeing that Ji Yinrong was silent, Yang Yingjun could only bite the bullet and say, "Palace Master, please don't be angry, this...maybe Brother Rong's injuries are still unhealed, or his body is in a bad condition..."

Meng He Nasha suppressed her anger and said: "I don't care what's wrong with him, in short, if you don't satisfy me today, I will immediately order to kill the two people in Huichun Pavilion!"

Yang Yingjun's scalp went numb, and he stood up suddenly and said, "Please give me a moment, I will talk to him."

"Hmph!" Meng He Nasha was noncommittal, but her face was extremely gloomy.

Yang Yingjun walked up to Ji Yinrong, who had been facing away from him, and said, "Let's go to the inner room to talk."

Ji Yinrong was stuck like a log without even moving his eyelids.

Yang Yingjun pressed his shoulder: "Hey, what's the matter with you?"

It was only then that Ji Yinrong had a reaction. He glanced sideways at Yang Yingjun slowly, without saying a word.

"..."

Suppressing his anger, Yang Yingjun grabbed his wrist and said, "Come with me." Regardless of whether Ji Yinrong was willing or not, he dragged him into the inner room.

"What the hell is going on with you!?"

As soon as he entered the inner room, Yang Yingjun immediately shook off Ji Yinrong's hand and questioned him angrily.He couldn't help but wonder if the other party planned to use this method to get rid of Ji Yinli with Meng He Nasha's hand.

Ji Yinrong looked at him with a gloomy face and a daunting coldness in his eyes.

Yang Yingjun's heart felt cold, and he instinctively took a step back.

Having shared weal and woe for many days and depended on each other for life, he almost forgot that the man beside him who never fails to smile gently is actually a cruel, deep, cold and vicious person.

Unknowingly, he let go of his guard against him.

Since when did he believe him, trust him, and even rely on him without reservation.

This is by no means a good sign.Yang Yingjun was terrified and secretly on guard.He thought he was covering it up well, but how could the fleeting change in his eyes escape Ji Yinrong's eyes?

Originally, she still resented the tacit understanding and intimacy between her and Ji Yinli that no one else could interfere with, but seeing that the goodwill that had been built up over the past few days was about to fall apart, Ji Yinrong's heart tightened, and a gleam appeared on his cold face. A gentle smile, with a bit of bitterness and sadness in the smile: "I'm just angry that you and Ji Yinli are too close, but you are starting to guard against me?"

Such a simple sentence hit Yang Yingjun's chest like a hammer. The scene of the other party being whipped for him flashed through his mind, and he suddenly felt suffocated.

"I didn't..." With a guilty cough, Yang Yingjun hesitated for a moment, reached out and patted his shoulder: "Don't think too much, I... By the way, how is your wound?"

The topic turned abruptly, Ji Yinrong sighed secretly, but finally couldn't bear to force her: "It's okay."

"Really..." Yang Yingjun was inexplicably uncomfortable, his eyes dodged and he didn't meet his gaze, "You just... you are because I just... me and the prince... spoke a language you don't understand, so... Doubts?"

Unexpectedly, when she brought it up, Ji Yinrong's eyes lit up, restraining the joy rising in her heart, staring at her closely, and said calmly: "It's not doubts, but... jealousy? Or, taste? "

"..."

Yang Yingjun's face blushed uncontrollably, and he was speechless for a while.

Ji Yinrong gently took her hand, pressed it on her chest, looked into her eyes aggressively, and said in a low voice: "I know it's stupid, it's so stupid, but... I can't hold it back. I told myself that in order to protect the overall situation, I should complete the qinxiao harmony with you as soon as possible. But when I think of you and Ji Yinli, and the thought of you speaking a language I don't understand, I can't calm down..."

Yang Yingjun was stiff, his heart beating like thunder.

Ji Yinrong tentatively pulled her into his arms, hugged her gently, and whispered softly and domineeringly in her ear: "I have never regretted it, the word 'regret' can only show a person's cowardice and incompetence, but Every time I see the intimacy you and Ji Yinli show inadvertently when getting along, I can't help but ask myself, do I regret not keeping you by my side?"

This kind of hug was too unfamiliar, Yang Yingjun wanted to push him away, but he didn't dare to act rashly due to the other person's injuries.

Ji Yinrong hugged her even tighter, rubbed her face against her temple hair, pressed her lips against her ears, and murmured ambiguously: "Why do you want to be mandarin ducks with each other? , I have to be entrusted with breeding tails to be my concubine forever."

"..."

With the sound of "Ha Qiu", Yang Yingjun suddenly sneezed and broke free from the palpitating hug.

The bright eyes became gloomy, Ji Yinrong looked at her, and silently let go.

Yang Yingjun didn't dare to look at him, rubbed his nose and walked out: "Let's go, if you don't go, the eldest princess will go crazy."

So... what the hell is going on now?

Yang Yingjun can no longer deceive himself and others because of all kinds of ins and outs.Ji Yinrong was probably really emotional towards him, but it was precisely because of this that it gave him such a headache.