The killer concubine of the sick prince

There are countless night pearls in the dark passage, but the light is still dim, and the footsteps echo, as if countless people are chasing after them.

Xia Jinyun's pace became faster and faster, her long Taoist robe was randomly gathered into a ball by her hands, and she strode forward.

——There is a dim light ahead.

Suddenly, a blinding light flooded in.

A light fragrance hit, and it was red yarn that caught the eye.

The extremely familiar scent made her barely able to move. She swallowed a few times, as if she had finally regained her sanity, and then retracted the foot she stepped out hesitantly.Letting go of the crinkled robe, she tried to look decent.Lifting off the layers of red curtains, he walked forward step by step firmly.

Just as she was about to get close to the big red bed in the center of the curtain, suddenly a wooden hairpin shot out from it, directly compared to the position on her neck.

The hairpin charged through the air with vigor, and even forced a bloodstain on her neck.

And this pair of hands as white as jade looked so familiar.

Tears fell from her eyes, she opened her mouth to say her name, but she couldn't find her own voice.

There was a sudden metal rustling sound in the quiet stone room, and those white hands began to tremble.

Suddenly, the wooden hairpin fell to the ground, and the red curtain was torn open——

Xia Jinyun finally found her voice.

"Nanzhi..."

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Jiang Jiuyi was drowsy leaning against the carriage compartment, but a sudden palpitation woke him up.

His back was covered in sticky cold sweat, his chest heaved violently, and his breathing was short of breath. He, who was always alive and well, felt that his limbs were limp and weak, and his inside felt empty.

The wheels are still moving forward, swaying as if the world is shaking.

Zhao Ruixi still didn't wake up.

There was a sound of horseshoes outside, and the team moved forward silently. The joy of the Xishan hunting trip became a passing memory, no one mentioned it, as if it had never happened.But everyone knows that something is different.

No matter how important Dong Anyi is, he will never be able to return to the situation where he was sought after by thousands of people, but Keduzhen will become more and more popular with the improvement of Prince Mozhe's treatment. favor.

But what about these?

Jiang Jiuyi wanted revenge, Zhao Ruixi wanted revenge, Yun Shaojue wanted revenge, and Nanzhi Nanduo wanted revenge even more.

The killing is bound to start, but it is still unclear who will be the teacher of justice and who will become the bereaved dog after the game.

After returning to Beijing, Jiang Jiuyi did not expect to see Zhao Wenyu and Ru'er in Prince Xi's Mansion, who will be in the future for a long time. Zhao Ruixi's eldest sister still looked indifferent and calm. Excuse me, Ru'er is obviously much more lively than when she was in the palace, she wears two small buns, and smiles with crooked eyebrows, looking innocent and innocent.

Although I already know that Ru'er is my younger sister, but now is obviously not a good time to recognize her relatives. When all the dust settles and Ru'er no longer needs to be covered up by Empress Xia, and she can live a bright and aboveboard life, I won't tell her any more. Late.

Ru'er was taken to play by Chun Tao and Xia He, and Zhao Wenyu pulled him to sit down in the room. It was not until she entered the room that Zhao Wenyu showed a serious look on her face.

"The situation outside the pass is not good." She said straight to the point, "The defeat at Qiuzi Pass back then may not be as simple as a few courtiers being greedy for profit."

Jiang Jiuyi silently pointed to the top, and the two looked at each other, knowing each other well.

"In this way, if you want to take revenge, you need stronger evidence. There is no way to bring down that person with just one mouth and a few witnesses."

"You once said..." Jiang Jiuyi said slowly: "Wait until others lose patience, wait until greedy people are restless. Some people can't sit still, and some people can't wait to want things that don't belong to them."

The young man's face looked unfamiliar in the light and shadow. Zhao Wenyu knew that her younger siblings had always been extraordinary people, with vision and ability, but they had no ambition. Whether it was revenge or survival, it was more like a thing he had to do.But what I saw today, she changed from a person who was pushed away to a person who took the initiative to set up a situation. Who is her target, and what exactly does she want?

Is my silly brother worth paying so much for a woman with so many secrets?

In the yard outside, Ru'er's laughing voice could be heard, as cheerful as a bird.

After sending Zhao Wenyu and Ru'er away, Prince Xi's Mansion passed a period of quiet life, no one visited or summoned into the palace, as if it was just forgotten in the huge western capital.

Zhao Ruixi still didn't wake up, his life was hanging by his blood, even Feng Zhiyan tried his best to wake up the comatose Zhao Ruixi.

Jiang Jiuyi became more and more quiet, always sitting by the window and looking at the sky outside, doing nothing but staring blankly.

Occasionally, Zhao Ruixi's informants would send news from various places, Jiang Jiuyi also tried to deal with it, everything was moving forward, only Zhao Ruixi was still in the past.

Sometimes Jiang Jiuyi would sleep by the window, and when he woke up, he would find that it was already dark. He would go back to the house and light the lamp, and then put a quilt on the hypocritical prince who was afraid of the cold, and then stuffed Mrs. Tang into it.

It was getting dark outside, and as soon as Feng Zhiyan entered the small courtyard, he saw Jiang Jiuyi leaning against the pillar and sleeping. This little beast, who was always vigilant, didn't even notice that he was coming.

It may be a coincidence once or twice, but it is not normal if the number of times increases.

It wasn't until Feng Zhiyan walked five steps that Jiang Jiuyi woke up, her eyes were not alert and clear, but a little dazed.

"It's cold, why are you sleeping here?"

Jiang Jiuyi wanted to stand up, but he couldn't exert any strength on his legs for a while. He didn't move, and he didn't want Feng Zhiyan to see his fragility at this moment. He waited for a while and waited for his legs to regain the strength of consciousness, then stood up and said: "Sleepy, why are you here today?"

Feng Zhiyan always lives in the Huguo Temple now. This miracle doctor is very busy now. He opened a medical clinic openly in the western capital, and there is an endless stream of patients who ask for consultations every day. Some people even chase him to the Huguo Temple to ask for medicine.

"Come to check on Zhao Ruixi's condition every three days." Feng Zhiyan said, today is the third day.

Jiang Jiuyi smiled bluntly, "I forgot."

"You're not very old, why is your memory getting worse?" Feng Zhiyan teased, as if to make the atmosphere more lively. In the past, Jiang Jiuyi always looked expressionless, but at that time she was always full of energy. Now Jiang Jiuyi looked like a rotten tree, her whole body seemed lifeless.

Jiang Jiuyi didn't speak, and brought Feng Zhiyan into the room. Before he walked in, he glanced back at the magnificent sunset. The orange pink and the dark blue of the night were intertwined, like an invisible competition.

"Winter is coming..."