The killer concubine of the sick prince

In addition to the head of the Tianlao, Father Fulin, who was beside Emperor Meng Qing, led the way during the prison visit.

After leaving the prison, Eunuch Fulin returned to the palace to return to his orders, and Jiang Jiuyi went to Xianglin Ke for dinner.

On the way to Xianglin Ke, one must pass Chunyu Building, and here Jiang Jiuyi saw Ren Yunliang who was rejected again.

He raised his hand and ruthlessly greeted this lonely son, "Yo, we meet again."

Ren Yunliang has no official position and is an idler. When he saw Jiang Jiuyi, he was a little surprised. He just took two steps forward, and seemed to suddenly remember something. .”

Jiang Jiuyi nodded. He was not interested in Ren Yunliang's love history, and he didn't intend to waste time here, so he turned around and left.

But just two steps away, Ren Yunliang followed from behind.

"Where are you going?"

Jiang Jiuyi didn't speak, he and Ren Yunliang didn't count, and the greeting just now was just on a whim, it's a bit pitiful to see this person standing alone in the middle of the street.But if you want to talk to someone—it would be more comfortable to let him go alone in a daze.

"Are you going to Xianglin Ke? I invite you today."

Jiang Jiuyi turned around suddenly, took a fixed look at Ren Yunliang, and said seriously, "Are you treating me?"

Ren Yunliang nodded hastily, "I treat you."

Jiang Jiuyi turned around, "Let's go."

Ren Yunliang froze on the spot, and laughed without temper for a while, he held his forehead, the smile on his face was helpless and tolerant, it was really the first time that he was rushed to give someone a treat.

When he came back to his senses, the person had already gone a long way, and he hurriedly chased after him.

Upstairs in Chunyu, someone watched his back go away.And the old man nestled in the corner looked up and groped for a while——

"Why does this girl look more and more familiar the longer she grows?"

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After dinner, Jiang Jiuyi, who had nothing to say to Ren Yunliang, went straight back to the mansion, but not long after entering the mansion, she changed into night clothes and went straight to the prison of the clan's mansion.

He was going to sleep, but the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. After being teased by Zhao Ruixi during the day, and having been honest for a few months, Jiang Jiuyi felt that he could not suffer, so he got up from the bed immediately.

Nan Duo just came back from the outside, saw Jiang Jiuyi was about to go out and was about to follow, but Jiang Jiuyi said without looking back: "Auntie, I'm going to the prison, I'll be right back."

Zhao Wenyu was holding Ru'er in the yard looking at the stars at that time, glanced at Jiang Jiuyi's jumping figure, smiled and continued to tell the story to Ru'er.

Zhao Ruixi is arranging tasks with his subordinates. The capital will be chaotic in the past few days. The matter of Lao Qi's intention to murder the prince is full of quarrels, but Zhao Fuqing has not come to a conclusion for a long time, and people's hearts are unstable for a while.

As soon as his people left, Zhao Ruixi was still thinking about the matter just now, and didn't notice the black shadow coming down against the wall. When he realized something was wrong, someone had already pressed him on the bed.

It probably has something to do with Jiang Jiuyi's blood, and Zhao Ruixi discovered that it was Jiang Jiuyi almost the moment the two of them came into contact.

He pretended to be lying on the bed, the baggy robe was loose at this moment, and even his chest was exposed.

He raised his upper body slightly, with a smile in his eyes, and gently tilted Jiang Jiuyi who was sitting on his waist.

"What do you want to do to my weak prince?"

Jiang Jiuyi's expression under the black kerchief was indifferent, as if she didn't notice what was pressing on her, but she took off her own strength and simply sat on it.

Zhao Ruixi's breathing suddenly became rapid, "Dare to ask what the hero is doing, Xiaosheng has never seen the world, so he is so scared."

Jiang Jiuyi still didn't speak, and even felt that Zhao Ruixi was a bit annoyed that he didn't get into the topic, so she just pulled off the mask and bumped directly into it, and said vaguely: "Picking flowers."

Zhao Ruixi struggled pretentiously, then quickly gave up resistance and embraced Jiang Jiuyi's shoulder obediently, from passive to active, slowly straightened up and pressed the person into his arms fiercely, as if this bird with wings would not will leave myself.

The scene of Jiang Jiuyi staring at the sky in the dream is still clearly engraved in his mind. He turned over and put him on the bed, rubbing the tip of Jiang Jiuyi's nose affectionately, leaving traces of his presence on Jiang Jiuyi's face like a butterfly.

Jiang Jiuyi's eyes were watery, and her breathing was unsteady. She noticed that Zhao Ruixi had stopped moving, her eyes were clear and revealing a bit of inquiry. Seeing that Zhao Ruixi was still not moving, she simply started pulling Zhao Ruixi's clothes with her own hands.

Zhao Ruixi let him move, sighed, and said helplessly to Jiang Jiuyi who was arching around like a puppy: "After all, I am a weak prince, please take pity on me."

Jiang Jiuyi directly used actions to express her heart that she didn't want to feel pity. When Zhao Ruixi talked nonsense, he was the one who couldn't stop talking too much every time. If he was a weak prince, there would be few in the world. Strong man!

Compared with Zhao Ruixi, who is always comfortable in this way, and likes to take it step by step slowly, Jiang Jiuyi is always very eager, like a rampaging little beast, pursuing the most primitive stimulation.

Zhao Ruixi is more like a hunter, controlling Jiang Jiuyi's senses and emotions bit by bit, making the whole person his own from the inside to the outside, and likes to leave his own on the young man's thin and resilient body Trace, enjoy the feeling of deep possession.

As a killer, the most taboo thing is to keep your body out of your control, but Jiang Jiuyi especially likes the feeling of being controlled by Zhao Ruixi and being able to control Zhao Ruixi.

Sweat, breathing, heartbeat, rhythm after rhythm, slight pain makes everything more exciting.

Jiang Jiuyi was panting, trying to suppress her voice so as not to draw attention.

Zhao Ruixi's eyes were like ink that was too thick to dissolve, and Jiang Jiuyi was the only existence in this black vortex.

His teeth brushed against Jiang Jiuyi's neck lightly, causing a shiver. He used the tip of his tongue to take away the beads of sweat that he was reluctant to part with. How hard it is.

But he had to do this, Zhao Ruicheng would show his feet only when he left Xiangzhou, and everyone's attention would be on him, so no one would pursue Jiang Jiuyi's sneaking to Xiangzhou.And the affairs of the Western Capital need him to personally plan, and the old department of the Su family only recognizes him.

What's more, now - Zhao Fuqing doesn't have many people's hearts, and the emperor's dragon chair may not last long.

Zhao Ruixi embraced Jiang Jiuyi again, "We'll go to Liuyang when the matter is over, and the mountains will be high and the water will be far away to live our happy days."

When the sunlight swept over the dark sky prison again, Zhao Ruixi subconsciously wanted to bring the person into his arms, but he was unable to do so.

Jiang Jiuyi has long since disappeared.

He stroked his forehead and couldn't help laughing, "Wait out, I'll teach you that you won't be able to leave the room for three days."