Salted fish, he thought about it

His hand was still in Xue Fangli's, and Xue Fangli's hands clenched tightly when he heard the words.

Jiang Juan took a light breath, and said slowly, "My lord, didn't we agree, you can pinch, but it should be lighter."

He was pinched, but he didn't lose his temper. He just reminded Xue Fangli in a low voice, "You used so much strength again."

Are you strong?

It's just that he is too afraid of pain and too delicate.

Xue Fangli didn't speak, just stared at Jiang Juan. After a long time, he finally opened his mouth, with a gentle tone, "Sorry, I forgot."

Jiang Juan said "Yes", he has a lot of salted fish, so he didn't care about it with the prince, and said, "My lord, I also helped you out."

Before, he was the salted fish lying flat, and the prince helped him back up. Today, he also helped the prince teach the bully who talked nonsense. Jiang Juan looked at Xue Fangli with bright eyes.

Xue Fangli was stunned for a moment, his red lips lifted, and he said with a light smile, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

After a pause, Xue Fangli said slowly again: "Don't do it yourself next time, you are already afraid of pain, and the guards raised by the palace are not just for display."

Jiang Qingliang: "..."

It's hard for him to describe how he feels right now.

Your Highness is very good, very good?

He's a shit.

but……

He seemed to care about Jiang Juan, the princess.

Jiang Qingliang thought about it, if he is also trusted by such a little beauty, and refuses to believe him no matter what is wrong, then he—fuck me, he is also afraid that his hands will hurt.

No, what a dangerous idea.

Jiang Qingliang shook his head, in a trance, he had been staring at Jiang Juan for a long time, but this time, he met Xue Fangli's smiling eyes, and Jiang Qingliang was shocked immediately.

He dare not say whether the prince is good or not, but he knows that if he continues to watch, the prince will definitely tear him apart.

With a "crash", Jiang Qingliang dived into the water, sadly looking for the bracelet that didn't exist.

Jiang Juan asked Xue Fangli: "My lord, why are you here?"

"Looking for you," Xue Fangli said with a half-smile, "I didn't ask anyone to wake you up before, and I wanted to let the abbot come over after you woke up, but the king was not here, so you came out."

Jiang Juan: "..."

The intention was seen through, Jiang Juan blinked, and argued seriously: "The Fa conference is not over yet, so I want to come and see it."

"Then go in and have a look."

After saying that, Xue Fangli walked into the hall, Jiang Juan was taken aback, "My lord, don't you want to come?"

Xue Fangli said in a flat tone: "I don't want to, but you have said it too many times, it doesn't matter if you come."

Jiang Juan let out an "oh", followed him, and walked into the puja together.

In the hall, many monks were sitting on the ground, chanting scriptures in a low voice. Jiang Juan listened for a while, but couldn't understand.

What happened to Yu Meiren, Jiang Juan only had a little guess now, but no matter what, she was unlucky. Jiang Juan held Xiang and closed his eyes.

Xue Fangli neither stopped him nor offered incense with him, but just watched from a distance.

Jiang Juan bowed his head, his brows were slightly frowned, his face was almost shrouded in green smoke, but the sympathy and pity in his expression were not concealed, and he focused and devoutly prayed for Yu Meiren.

Seeing and watching, Xue Fangli's expression turned cold.

Why did he forget that this is his little Bodhisattva, but not his own little Bodhisattva.

His compassion is not limited to him alone.As long as there is suffering, anything can make him sympathize, and anything can make him soft-hearted.

The wolf is, the peacock is even more so, even people he has never met before.

How much Xue Fangli likes his soft heart, and how good at using it to manipulate him, at this moment, how much he hates Jiang Juan's soft heart.

Because this kind of soft-heartedness and focus is not unique to him, and he cannot monopolize it.

The boy had a clear heart and a bodhisattva heart, which he already knew.

Xue Fangli closed his eyes lightly, suppressed his unhappiness and dissatisfaction, and stared at Jiang Juan with a smile.

Maybe the woman was right.

If you want to keep a person, you have to make him afraid, let him live only by himself, and become a dodder.

But what he wanted to keep was a little Bodhisattva.The little Bodhisattva doesn't know his true nature, he is fearless and fearless, he is afraid of pain and delicate, but he will never be a dodder, he has too many things in his heart.

Too much is too much.

He likes too much, and he loves too much.

The violence in the depths of the soul was raging again, and Xue Fangli could hardly restrain himself.

"My lord, I'm fine."

After Jiang Juan finished incense, he returned to Xue Fangli, and he asked, "Shall we go back now?"

Xue Fangli looked at him who was close at hand, and suddenly asked: "She...my concubine, you don't ask anything?"

Jiang Juan said hesitantly, "I want to ask, but..."

He had a lot of things he wanted to ask, but he was afraid that asking the prince would make him feel bad, so he had to hold back and planned to wait until he had thought it over before asking.

The last time he directly mentioned the memorial day, the prince hadn't appeared for several days, Jiang Juan felt that he had to be more cautious.

Xue Fangli glanced at him, then said calmly: "What did Jiang Qingliang tell you?"

After the words fell, he himself sneered first, his brows and eyes were cold, "What he said was nothing more than this king killed her and wanted to set her on fire."

Jiang Juan was startled, nodded slightly, and then quickly added: "But I know it can't be the prince."

"What if it's the king?"

Xue Fangli raised his eyes, his voice was very low, and he said in an extremely cold tone: "Do you know how much this king hates her?"

"I can't wait to eat its flesh and drink its blood raw."

In Jiang Juan's eyes, the prince is gentle most of the time, and only a little indifferent when he is in a bad mood, but this is the first time Jiang Juan has seen such a violent moment.

He was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say, and looked at Xue Fangli blankly.

His eyes were still so clear, he and his whole soul seemed to be extremely clean, without causing a speck of dust.

Xue Fangli and Jiang Juan looked at each other, his hostility was almost solidified, and he was suddenly tired of this game of playing the good guy.

He should be afraid of himself.

He should be raised as a canary.

No matter how much he had in his heart, he broke off his wings and put him in a beautiful cage, he could only look at him and feel pity for him alone.

"My lord..."

"gone."

Xue Fangli lowered his eyes, and suddenly didn't want to hear what he said, let alone look at him - no matter what kind of eyes Jiang Juan would cast, it would not be what he wanted.

Xue Fangli raised his foot indifferently, and Jiang Juan subconsciously grabbed his sleeve, "My lord, wait a moment."

Xue Fangli didn't look back at him, but his footsteps stopped. Jiang Juan returned to the furnace, looked down, and stretched out his hand.

Jiang Juan came back soon, "My lord, let's go."

His tone was the same as usual, but for some reason, Xue Fangli still looked sideways.

Jiang Juan was pursing his lips, and his eyelashes drooped slightly, and a small tuft was wet, like dew.

Xue Fangli looked away for a long time, but still lowered his eyelids, and asked, "Did I scare you just now?"

"Ah?" Jiang Juan shook his head, "No, I just..."

It's just something, but he didn't have anything to say. Xue Fangli waited for a while, and his irritability struck again. He said without expression: "Then let's go."

They went back to the dormitory one after the other.

The abbot has already been invited over, and the senior executive is refilling tea for him. Seeing the two of them coming back, the senior executive hastily said: "My lord, my concubine."

Xue Fangli didn't respond, but Jiang Juan responded, but his emotions were not too high. The executive looked at him and said with a smile, "Princess, this is the abbot of Miaoling Temple."

Jiang Juan looked over, the abbot put down the tea, and said with a smile, "Can the poor monk give the princess a pulse?"

Jiang Juan gave him a "hmm" and gave him a hand. The abbot put his hand on it. After a while, he said softly, "Look at the pulse, the princess's visceral energy is weak, and there must be congenital deficiencies. She must take good care of her and don't relax."

He said the same thing as the imperial physician, but probably the abbot also saw that Jiang Juan was not in a good mood, and said, "In addition to paying attention to recuperation, the princess should also keep her mood clear."

After a pause, the abbot said again: "My lord, my lord, and my concubine often have heartaches, and she even fainted once today. The poor monk will clear your meridians for you."

Jiang Juan: "..."

He felt that he didn't need to dredge the meridians.

Jiang Juan stared at Xue Fangli hesitantly, but Xue Fangli just sat aside with lowered eyes and didn't look at him. Jiang Juan was forced to drive the duck to the shelf.

"The Zhiyang point has the effect of calming the mind, calming the mind, widening the chest and regulating qi. My princess, the poor monk will give you acupuncture here today."

The Zhiyang acupoint is on the back, and if you want to perform acupuncture here, you have to take off your clothes to the shoulder blades. Jiang Juan slowly unbuttoned the clothes, and then slowly pulled them down.

As soon as the white and round shoulders were exposed, a hand suddenly pressed down vigorously, not allowing him to pull it down, Xue Fangli said calmly: "Gao De, you go out."

The high-ranking officer lowered his head and didn't dare to look around, but he was relieved when he heard the words, "Yes, my lord."

"Lie down on the bed first."

Xue Fangli spoke coldly again, Jiang Juan glanced at him, and lay down nervously, Xue Fangli pulled off his clothes for him.

The bare back was the color of snow, white and shiny, and a lot of jet-black hair was scattered, which only made it more beautiful.

Xue Fangli paused.

"My lord, does it really hurt?"

Jiang Juan was so frightened that he put his hands on the pillow and looked up at Xue Fangli. Because of his movements, his hair fell from his back and his beautiful and slender neck was exposed.

Xue Fangli didn't speak, just stared at Jiang Juan.

"...My lord?"

Xue Fangli didn't answer, Jiang Juan was even more scared, and couldn't help calling him.I don't know how long it took before Xue Fangli said, "Well, it doesn't hurt."

Jiang Tired believed it.

As a result, the next second, the abbot began to administer the needles. The pain in his back still made Jiang Juan take a light breath, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the pillow.

It's okay if you don't squeeze it, but when you squeeze it like this, Jiang Juan's eyelashes trembled, and mist condensed again.

"...It hurts."

Jiang Juan's left hand curled up unnaturally, he endured all the way, and now he couldn't bear it anymore, the pain caused tears to fall one after another.

No matter how afraid of pain, acupuncture shouldn't hurt like this. Xue Fangli looked down at him, and suddenly, as if he saw something, he grabbed Jiang Juan's left wrist.

On this hand, there were several scalding blisters on the fingertips, which were accidentally crushed by him.

"what happened?"

"Just now... my lord, you said you hated Yu Meiren, so I took out all the incense for her."

Jiang Juan was in pain, his eyelashes trembled violently, his tears kept falling, and he said intermittently: "But I accidentally burned it..."

"My lord, you hate her, so I won't offer incense to her."