The killer concubine of the sick prince

Taking a bath, taking a bath, or even sleeping in a room are trivial matters. It was already deep at night, and Jiang Jiuyi lay on the floor she had just laid and couldn't help scolding Zhao Ruixi, a dog man.

He wanted a room to sleep in, and he was not allowed to go to bed. Fortunately, there was an earth dragon in this room, so the ground would not be cold, otherwise he would be a rheumatic hemiplegia if he woke up the next day.

Jiang Jiuyi, who was so angry, fell asleep wrapped in a small quilt, and did not notice that Zhao Ruixi, who had been asleep for a long time, opened his eyes when he heard his steady breathing.

A trace of confusion flashed across Zhao Ruixi's affectionate and fickle face. He looked at Jiang Jiuyi's back, somewhat confused about what was going on in his heart. He couldn't help stretching out his hand to trace Jiang Jiuyi's outline, waiting for him to realize what he was doing When the time came, he immediately withdrew his hands and turned his back.

The angry look seemed like Jiang Jiuyi had done something unforgivable to him.

Before dawn, Jiang Jiuyi, who was sleeping, keenly heard a change in breathing in the room.

It was Zhao Ruixi's breathing that suddenly became heavy, one after another, like a dying person gasping for breath. At first he didn't want to move, after all, the bed was warm, and the air outside was cold, but gradually he heard Zhao Ruixi's breathing became more and more rapid However, Jiang Jiuyi got up and prepared to find out.

——Don't die suddenly, or he will be hunted down.

He walked in the direction of the bed in the dark, the night outside was not so dark, and there was a faint light that allowed him to see Zhao Ruixi's chest rising and falling rapidly.

His eyes were still tightly closed, his face was pale, and his expression was painful, as if he was about to pout at any moment.

Jiang Jiuyi shivered, feeling colder now than when she fell asleep.

Zhao Ruixi's appearance does not know whether it is asthma or shortness of breath.

But now there is no oxygen inhalation equipment or anything that can gather carbon dioxide at hand. Jiang Jiuyi is a killer, he can only kill people but not save people. With his half-knowledge about the human body, he quickly helped Zhao Ruixi up, and let his waist lean forward as much as possible. Keep airway clear.

Zhao Ruixi looked better, but he was still breathing heavily.

Do you need artificial respiration?

Jiang Jiuyi wondered for a moment, is artificial respiration useful for asthma or hyperventilation?

Just as he was wandering, Zhao Ruixi's limbs had already started to twitch, Jiang Jiuyi simply ignored him, put him down on the bed and took a deep breath before hitting him.

once, twice...

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Jiuyi, out of breath, collapsed beside the bed, while Zhao Ruixi fell asleep unconsciously.

Jiang Jiuyi couldn't help cursing secretly in her heart, this is a model of heartlessness.

In his sleep, Zhao Ruixi only knew that he had escaped the nightmare that had been troubling him all the time, and that the warmth that came from nowhere was like the light of the dawn that rescued him from the abyss, so even the winter became extraordinarily warm.

Out of anger, Jiang Jiuyi secretly pinched Zhao Ruixi's face, and looked at her hands in astonishment after the pinching.

It's an amazing touch!

As a big man, Zhao Ruixi was so exquisite that his skin was even smoother than the most cared-for female star he had ever seen.

Outrageous!

Jiang Jiuyi sighed, the sky outside was gradually rising, and after all this tossing, the sky was bright.

Jiang Jiuyi, who was completely sleepy, let out a long sigh of resignation, got up, changed clothes and washed, and prepared to start her own rehabilitation plan from today. Sooner or later, he will still be that super killer Jiuyi, Jiang Jiuyi, who has no power to restrain a chicken There is no way to survive in such a society.

If you don't want to be bullied, you can only make yourself stronger.

Whether it's force or status, it's something that belongs to him if he really holds it in his hands. As for the status of this shit's princess, it's not enough to cause him trouble.

So, the whole Prince Xi's mansion saw that the concubine they had just passed started to practice in the yard early in the morning, not only running, but also practicing some weird moves.

It looked so energetic that even the servants couldn't help but want to follow along to join in the fun.

When Feng Zhiyan woke up, he saw that Zhao Ruixi's palace was in full swing. That little girl from the Jiang family was running around in the yard for some reason, and the servants were also imitating her movements vigorously.

Feng Zhiyan looked at it for a while, and found that Jiang Jiuyi was actually practicing kung fu, but he didn't know which school or school of kung fu he was practicing, it looked weird.

He couldn't see the number of ways clearly, but his moves were fierce enough. Although his body couldn't keep up, anyone with a discerning eye could see that these were all killer moves, the most simple and unpretentious one-hit killer moves.

If you practice martial arts without practicing kung fu, it will be nothing when you grow old.

Feng Zhiyan could see that Jiang Jiuyi was savvy, otherwise it would be impossible to practice so well. Although the strength is not enough, the subtlety of the moves is obviously not inferior to the Dazong sect.

If it can be supplemented with internal exercises——

He simply said: "Princess Xi, give me a trick!"

Hearing the sound of breaking wind, Jiang Jiuyi leaned back sharply, Feng Zhiyan's fierce attack passed him by, and before he could stand still, another palm came at him, Jiang Jiuyi did not dodge or dodge, throwing his fist out for The gun shot straight at Feng Zhiyan's face.

But after all, he was no match for an adult man who practiced martial arts all year round. Jiang Jiuyi was restrained by Feng Zhiyan within ten rounds, and the folding fan hit his throat. If it was a sharp knife, his blood would have been spattered on the spot.

"Princess Xi is very skilled."

Jiang Jiuyi's complexion was very stinky. To him, losing is a very shameful thing.

And Zhao Ruixi, who slept until the sun was up, happened to see the scene of the two confronting each other. He didn't know the cause and effect, and he only thought that the two had a conflict, and immediately shouted, "Feng Zhiyan, stop!"

Feng Zhiyan withdrew his hand with a three-point smile, and the 24 bone paper fan was swaying in his hand, "Zhao Si, you are a remarkable princess."

The servants had already sensed something was wrong and scattered around. At this time, there were only three of them in the front yard of the huge palace.

Jiang Jiuyi was wearing a cyan bunt, with sweat on her forehead, pink cheeks, and a pair of bright black eyes filled with vigorous vitality and vigor. This was a level of vitality that Zhao Ruixi had never experienced in her 20 years of life.

He was actually somewhat envious of Jiang Jiuyi.

At this moment, he also understood that the two were not in conflict, they should just be fighting. Seeing Jiang Jiuyi's eagerness to win, Zhao Ruixi suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He glanced at Feng Zhiyan, lowered his eyelashes and asked, "What are you two doing?"

"It's just a discussion." Feng Zhiyan is even more refined. He and Zhao Ruixi have known each other for many years, so how could he not be aware of his emotional changes? He waved his folding fan and said casually, "Just now I saw Princess Xi exercising in the courtyard. Learn two moves."

Zhao Ruixi didn't speak, he looked at Jiang Jiuyi's vivid and bright face, and suddenly asked, "Do you want to learn martial arts from him?"

From yesterday's get-together, he could naturally perceive that Jiang Jiuyi was an ordinary person without internal strength, and even if he had it, it was just some boxing skills.

Jiang Jiuyi was very arrogant, she was not willing to learn from others easily, so she said with a sullen face, "I don't want to be a teacher, but I can learn from him."

Feng Zhiyan shook his folding fan and laughed, "Princess Xi, don't worry, I don't want my apprentice to marry someone like Zhao Si in the future."

Zhao Ruixi was furious, and decisively printed her own footprints on Yan Yuebai's robe.

It is exactly at the position of the buttocks, as if it is a slaughter mark.

Jiang Jiuyi thought of the purple stamp printed on the pig's body, and burst out laughing.

Zhao Ruixi, who was stunned for two seconds, covered his face with his sleeve and coughed lightly, his eyes drifted and said: "Practice hard, so that in the future, the killer will not be able to protect the king."

Jiang Jiuyi, who was in a state of excitement, was too lazy to argue with Zhao Ruixi, and even felt that it was a bit miserable for this sick man to just look at him helplessly, so he said to Feng Zhiyan, "He suddenly couldn't breathe this morning, what's going on?"

Zhao Ruixi was stunned for a moment, while Feng Zhiyan looked normal, as if this was not a big deal.

Feng Zhiyan was about to speak, when Zhao Ruixi frowned and said, "Zhiyan!"

Feng Zhiyan raised his eyebrows, with an obedient look, "Well, since Prince Xi won't let me say it, then I won't say anything. But—please ask Princess Xi to take care of the prince, so that he won't be careless one day Play with your own life."

Jiang Jiuyi couldn't understand the deep meaning in Feng Zhiyan's words, and she only thought that Zhao Ruixi was a patient who didn't cooperate with the doctor's orders, thinking that she had to return a little sincerity to learn from others, so she nodded, "I will."

[The author has something to say: Feng Zhiyan: I am really stupid, I only said that my apprentice should not marry someone like Zhao Si in the future, but forgot that he has already been married off now

Zhao Si: Feng Zhiyan, who do you dislike?

91: ...the two are so annoying]