The bright moon sits on the ground

Xiao Xueyang first looked at Nie Qiu blankly, then at Zhang Yu.

However, she couldn't afford to hesitate too much at this time.

Jia Zhao covered the wound on his neck with his hands, and the sound of his breathing was like a dilapidated bellows.

Xiao Xueyang stepped forward quickly, took out several bottles of medicine and gauze from the medicine box, and treated him quickly.

Now that I took a closer look, I found out that the wound on Jia Zhao's neck was not that deep, so it wasn't a fatal wound. exaggerate.

Zhang Yu didn't even look at Jia Zhao, but just went down to the ground on her own, walked to the side barefoot, tiptoed to get the rosewood pipa hanging on the wall, and her thin figure dangled in the air , and then managed to maintain the balance.

She hugged the pipa in her arms, and sat back on the bed, gently wrapping the tight strings with her fingertips.

A melodious and melodious melody flowed from her hands, but I couldn't tell what it was.

If musical instruments can reflect the mood of the musicians, then, Zhang Yu's current mood is probably...

Quiet like ancient cypresses, without the slightest bit of panic or astonishment.

The blood from Jia Zhao’s wound barely stopped, but he still put his palm on his neck with lingering fear, and stared angrily at Zhang Concubine, his wife who had been married to him for three years, “Zhang Concubine,? Are you Want to kill me?"

The arpeggio stopped abruptly, Zhang Yu slowly raised her eyes, and calmly looked at the flame in his eyes.

When she tilted her head, the deep blackness that spread from her chest to her neck was exposed, making the light in her eyes dim.

"Jia Zhao, if you are not convinced, then go and call your father over to comment."

Jia Zhao wanted to say something more, when he saw Zhang Yu's hand covering the sour branch wooden pipa lightly slid, and pulled out a short sword hidden in the pipa from the top, and played with it in his hand, with a leisurely expression, the short sword was fingering. Flying and dancing, reflecting the cold light of Lingling.

So he swallowed the second half of the sentence.

After what happened just now, he already had an inexplicable fear of Zhang Yu.

At that time, Jia Zhao saw Xiao Xueyang went out, turned around and closed the door, and chatted with Zhang Concubine seemingly inadvertently: "Concubine, can the doctor see the cause of your illness?"

The beauty on the bed lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, concealing the expression underneath, "Miss Xiao said, my illness may not be caused by poison, but by Gu insects, so those doctors who came here in the past did not get sick. Didn't see a name for it."

Immediately afterwards, she asked, "Why is your husband here at this time?"

"I'm also concerned about you, so I'm here to find out how your condition is." Jia Zhao walked in as he spoke, stopped and stopped, and finally stopped by the incense burner seemingly unintentionally, "Speaking of which, when I How long have you been using the soothing incense for you?"

"It's been almost a month." Zhang Yu replied.

"Since it's been used for so long, it's time to change this calming incense. A few days ago, I heard my elder brother say that the fragrance on your body is too strong, and he was born with a bad nose. He felt dizzy when he smelled it. , could not stop sneezing."

"Then follow your husband's will."

Jia Zhao was waiting for these words. He took out another box of tranquilizing incense from his bosom, put it on the stage, and then extinguished the stick of incense.

Just as he was about to pour out the ashes in the incense burner, Zhang Yu's voice sounded slowly behind him.

"My husband came here this time just to give me a different kind of incense?" She chuckled, "Are you guilty of being a thief and afraid of being discovered?"

"What do you mean by that?"

Was it Dr. Xiao who discovered something was wrong with An Shenxiang and told Zhang Concubine?

Jia Zhao thought wildly for a while, but the expression on his face did not change, it was still so calm.

Zhang Yu didn't answer his question directly, but passed another question: "Why don't you want me to have an heir? Because I'm afraid of your brother Jia Ji? Or do you feel inferior, or want to destroy the child?" me?"

These words completely angered Jia Zhao, he turned around abruptly, and the censer belt on the table was knocked to the ground with his raised sleeves.

The small incense burner landed on the soft carpet, barely making a sound, and rolled around a few times.

Countless dark thoughts suddenly sprouted in the bottom of his heart, intertwined and entangled, and climbed upwards, finally weighing him down until he couldn't breathe.

Jia Zhao almost rushed in front of Zhang Concubine, stretched out his hand and pushed his wife, whom Ming Media was marrying, onto the bed.

Zhang Concubine looked up at him, her long black hair was scattered on the bedding, and was kneaded into a mess of seaweed in the violent movements.

"We have an appointment, you can't touch me."

Although her expression didn't change, her voice became cold enough to freeze the marrow of a person's bones.

Jia Zhao was so angry that he suddenly laughed, "Yes, I promised you before we got married that I hadn't touched you for several years, and even slept in the same bed with you that night in the bridal chamber—then you married into Jia's family just because This? Is it for my brother Jia Ji?"

"If you want to take a concubine, I won't say a word. The marriage was originally for the benefit, so why don't you tell me now, what kind of true feelings do you have for me?" Zhang Yu also laughed along with him, and said Twitching the corners of his mouth, "Also, I told you, I don't like Jia Ji, I don't like anyone, and it's impossible to like anyone."

Jia Zhao's eyes slid inwards along Zhang Concubine's parted skirt, and saw the blackness on her snow-white chest, not like a black spot, but like the deep black on Yayu's body, with a stern luster, so he restrained himself. From M's gaze, he didn't look in, but shifted his gaze, and asked, "Since you don't like Jia Ji, why didn't you reject him?"

"Jia Ershao, is your younger brother that easy to deal with?"

"Zhang Yu, haven't you ever been tempted by anyone?"

"Yes," Zhang Yu looked away slowly, looking at the rosewood pipa on the wall, "the pipa I brought."

Jia Zhao felt that what she said was nonsense, and couldn't help but sneered, thinking that she was prevaricating himself.

Zhang Yu said lightly, "Are you only allowed to like living people, and I am not allowed to like dead things?"

After finishing speaking, she bent her knees and pressed hard on Jia Zhao's lower abdomen. Jia Zhao didn't expect her to make a move suddenly. When he realized it, the pain was overwhelming, his eyes turned pale, and he fell off the bed .

Boom, there was a muffled sound, followed by a knock on the door.

Zhang Yu didn't pay attention to the people outside the door.

"I told you not to touch me easily."

"Dead things can still accompany me for the rest of my life, and I don't need them to talk to me, but living people have to try their best to please them, which is really boring..." She had just finished speaking when she saw Jia Zhao's face full of anger, holding back the pain , rushed over.

Zhang Yu pulled out the gilt hairpin from her hair, and flicked it lightly in the air as if she was dancing with her sleeves.

The blood spurted out immediately, splashed all over the ground, and even splashed on her body, it was warm, fishy, ​​and bright red.

Then she saw Jia Zhao looking at her in disbelief, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and he reached out to cover the wound on his neck.

The injury shouldn't be too serious, Zhang Concubine felt a little regretful.

"What do you think, should I let them in, or let you bleed to death here?"

Jia Zhao's breathing became more and more rapid, he gasped for breath, and felt that the woman in front of him was a lunatic, a complete, reckless lunatic, and the voice was squeezed out from his throat: "cough, Zhang Concubine...you fucking...are a lunatic...since you don't like living people, why...why don't you allow me to cut off your heir?"

Zhang Yu stretched out a finger and tapped M's chest, "This is my body. I have the final say on whether I want to have children or not. What are you? Why should you make decisions for me? Jia Zhao, since you have It worked, you should be happy."

The smell of blood in the air became more and more intense, Jia Zhao's vision gradually blurred, his face was as pale as paper, and several deep tooth marks were bitten on his lips, which were abnormally white.

Beads of sweat dripped into the eyes, and then slid down from the corners of the eyes, leaving tear-like water trails on the cheeks.

He had inherited the handsome appearance of Jia Lingchang when he was young, and he usually kept his face shut, but now he looked extremely vulnerable, kneeling on the ground with one knee, his always straight back slightly arched, unconsciously leaking two or three words from his mouth. A quick gasp.

The knocking sounded again.

Jia Zhao realized that he had to escape from this place.

He opened his mouth, intending to call for help, but Zhang Yu's hand quickly reached out to cover his mouth.

The sweet and sticky calming fragrance quickly poured into his nostrils, making it even more difficult for him to breathe.

"Husband, why not do this. If you are willing to beg me with a golden mouth, then I will let them in."

She looked down from above, showing a sincere smile for the first time since Jia Zhao entered the door, "What do you think?"

Jia Zhao answered Zhang Yu's words with practical actions.

The not-so-sharp teeth bit down on the jade hand, leaving a deep tooth mark in her palm.

The semicircular tooth marks, the skin and flesh sunk, and thin and dense blood beads ooze out from inside.

Concubine Zhang was in pain, her arms trembled, and then she heard Jia Zhao say, "Since you don't like me touching you, then don't touch me either."

Jia Lingchang said before that Jia Zhao is too paranoid, extreme and stubborn, such a person will suffer a lot sooner or later.

With life and death in front of him, he was unwilling to ask for mercy.

"Don't forget, my father is King Zhen'e. Even if you die here, the Jia family will not do anything to me. What's more, you intend to add medicine to my tranquilizing incense. You usually do nothing and do everything. No, it’s just a useless pawn.” Zhang Yu looked into Jia Zhao’s eyes, and her tone suddenly softened, no different from the past, “But…”

She slid her fingers down, lifted Jia Zhao's sweat-stained chin, carefully looked at his Adam's apple rolling up and down due to nervousness, and said, "This time, you owe me once."

Then, Zhang Yu got up and sat back on the bed, raised her voice, and let the two people outside the door come in.

What just happened, that's it.

Although Jia Zhao was unwilling to beg for mercy, after Xiao Xueyang pulled him back from the abyss of death, he felt a wave of fear belatedly, not only the fear of almost losing his life, but also the fear of Zhang Yu's eyes at that time.

This lady of King Zhen'e's family is usually very gentle and has a good temper, and she seldom gets emotionally unstable because of anything.

That's why everyone let down their vigilance. I really thought she was this kind of person.

However, the way Zhang Yu looked at people at that time was clearly the way a superior looked at their prey.

Xiao Xueyang asked cautiously: "Did you two have a fight?"

Before Jia Zhao could answer, Zhang Yu put the dagger back into the pipa, and said slowly, "Of course not, we two are like glue, like each other, and my husband refuses to take a concubine because of me, so why would he quarrel with me over trivial matters?" ?”

Could it be that the wound on Jia Zhao's neck was caused by him knocking himself into the hairpin?

The other two thought at the same time.

Zhang Yu put the sour branch wooden pipa aside and smiled: "What's more, he still owes me a favor, right?"

Jia Zhao didn't want to pick up on her, but just wanted to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

It is true that he has real feelings for Zhang Yu, but now he wants Jia Ji to come over and ask this Rakshasa to go.

Also, Jia Lingchang should more or less know about this, lest he be fooled by this person's harmless appearance.

"I don't owe you anything."

Jia Zhao's voice was still a little hoarse, he was stubborn and refused to admit it.

Before Zhang Yu could react, the second young master hurried away at a faster speed than when he came.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-09-11?22：52：37～2020-09-13?22：54：54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Sulu Zhizhi? 1 piece;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of plain shoes; 5 bottles of weak water and three thousand fleeting injuries;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!