The prince's medicine attracts the foolish concubine

Feng Jialan just watched them quietly without moving.

Si Muhe gradually became agitated, and whispered to Ke Yunchu, "Don't you want him to save you? Call him for help, let him save you."

After hearing Si Muhe's words, Ke Yunchu stared at Feng Jialan without blinking, with undisguised expectation in his eyes, and shouted at him: "Brother Jialan! Help me!"

For the past three days, he has been running around with Si Muhe, and he has long missed Feng Jialan very much in his heart, and he feels that the baby in his stomach must also miss his father.

However, Feng Jialan didn't seem to see his gaze, and a contemptuous arc curled up on her lips, "You don't think naively that you can threaten me, do you?"

Si Muhe frowned: "What do you mean? Your princess, don't you care!"

"It's just a fool, do you think this palace will care? The whole world should have heard that the crown prince hates him the fool crown princess the most, right?" Feng Jialan chuckled and looked at the two casually: "I've come all this way, I have heard many versions in teahouses."

Si Muhe was startled, he had indeed heard that the prince didn't like the princess, but after seeing Ke Yunchu, he felt that he was not as bad as the rumors said, and thought that maybe the prince didn't hate him that much either.

He knew how much this little fool liked the prince. When he was mentioned in front of him these few days, his eyes were bright and his expression was silly, but brimming with happiness, which made him feel that the rumors were not true.

Unexpectedly, in the face of his threats, he could still be so calm and composed.

Feng Jialan looked at him playfully, "What? Have you reacted?"

Si Muhe took a deep breath: "If it can threaten you, you will know if you try it?"

As he spoke, he moved the knife closer to Ke Yunchu's slender neck.

Ke Yunchu finally became afraid belatedly, "Brother Jialan...save me..."

Si Muhe's knife stuck to his skin, and with a little more force, it would cut open his fragile throat.

Feng Jialan remained calm, and said with a half-smile: "As for this kind of threat, I really don't take it seriously."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and whispered behind him, "Bring it up."

Two guards carried an old woman to the front of the crowd. When Si Muhe saw the other person's figure, his face changed drastically.

He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Shameless! My mother doesn't know anything! Let her go!"

Feng Jialan didn't care about the other party's scolding at all, and lightly put the sword on the old woman's neck, as if the sword was made of cotton, and it didn't weigh a bit, and said lightly, "I will give you the sword." An opportunity to adjudicate, if you do not adjudicate, I will kill your mother, and none of your brothers will let it go. If you are sensible and adjudicated, I can still give your mother a way to survive. You handle it."

Si Muhe's chest heaved violently, he didn't expect the other party to be so shameless, using an old woman as a bargaining chip.

He lowered his head and glanced at Ke Yunchu who was standing beside him. It seemed that this child had been raised very well since he was a child. He was soft-skinned and tender-fleshed. He didn't know any dangers in the world. He was full of eyes on only one person.

However, is such a person really nothing in the eyes of the other party?

Si Muhe gritted his teeth, and brought the knife close to Ke Yunchu's neck again. The blade was so sharp that the skin on the surface was cut instantly, and a trace of blood flowed down the white neck, showing a kind of fragile beauty: "Don't think I really don't Dare to kill him."

"It seems that you haven't figured out the situation yet. Then I will say it again. The question now is whether you will confess the crime. The life or death of this fool is irrelevant to me, but the life and death of your mother..." Feng The sword in Jialan's hand also moved closer to the old woman's neck.

From the beginning to the end, he never looked at the little fool.

Ke Yunchu watched helplessly for a long time, and gradually realized in his heart that brother Jialan would not save him.

It's so strange, the neck is obviously injured, why does my heart hurt so much?

His vision gradually blurred, he blinked vigorously, and a drop of water dripped out of his eyes and hit the ground.

He said to Si Muhe: "Brother Muhe, I don't want to take the test...it hurts..."

Si Muhe admits that he has lost.

He doesn't have Feng Jialan's cruelty, he can't watch the one he loves get hurt in front of him.

As Feng Jialan said, he doesn't care about Ke Yunchu's life, but he has to care about his mother's life.

Si Mu and the knife in his hand relaxed a bit, looked at Ke Yunchu who didn't know that he was really murderous just now, and twitched the corner of his lips: "The result is obvious, now you should see clearly that you are on your side. What is the position in Brother Jialan's heart?"

Seeing Ke Yunchu lowering his eyes and staring blankly at the ground, he continued: "Heh... you little fool, you really don't love your mother or your father... I thought you still have a few years left. Useful, I didn't expect you to be nothing to him, I lost."

After speaking, the knife fell to the ground.

Si Muhe let go of Ke Yunchu, and knelt on the ground: "I will punish my crime and let my mother go."

In an instant, several people stepped forward and held him down, and one brought Ke Yunchu in front of Feng Jialan.

"Take them all to me and keep them safe!"

After they left, Feng Jialan could clearly see the wound on Ke Yunchu's neck.

Not deep, the blood has been congealed.

The tears on Ke Yunchu's face were still wet, so he vented his repressed anger: "Is it fun to make such a fuss? Now I know how to cry? I told you not to come out, but you have to come out! Do you think that besides trouble, you still have to What can it bring me?! Huh?"

Ke Yunchu wiped his eyes, subconsciously said: "I'm sorry..."

Si Muhe's words just now echoed in his head.

"You mean nothing to him."

He is brother Jialan's concubine...how could he be nothing?

"The life or death of this fool is irrelevant to me."

What does this sentence mean?

Why didn't brother Jialan save himself just now?

Is it because you are not important?

Ke Yunchu felt a little cold, but it was obviously still summer.

It was as if a big gap had been opened in his heart, and the cold wind was gushing in, making him shiver abruptly.

Seeing Ke Yunchu's dull appearance, Feng Jialan felt as if his fist had been punched into the cotton. After a long while, as if he had been defeated, he asked helplessly:

"Are there any other injuries?"

Ke Yunchu shook his head.

His abnormal silence made Feng Jialan frown, and he only regarded him as being overly frightened, so he eased his tone: "Go to Grandpa Sang to have a rest, let him check you up."

Ke Yunchu obediently followed him away.

When they arrived at Grandpa Sang's house, Feng Jialan pulled Ke Yunchu in front of him: "Please check...whether the child is affected."

Hearing about the child, Ke Yunchu finally had some reaction.

The old man took his pulse, "No problem, the pulse is very stable, and the little prince is in good health."

Before Feng Jialan could speak, Ke Yunchu said, "It's not the little prince..."

The old man showed a hint of doubt, and then he thought it through, and said, "Does the Crown Princess want a little princess?"

The old man didn't understand, but Feng Jialan did.

This little fool remembers what he said before, and he finally has a long memory.

Afraid that the idiot would say more, he stopped the topic and asked instead: "Did the bandit leader make things difficult for you these days?"

"Mu and brother are very nice to me...give me something to eat, and sleep on my back..."

The more Feng Jialan heard it, the darker his face became.

Was he taken hostage, or did he recognize his brother?

He snorted coldly: "Do you know how many children he killed, and you still think he is very good?"

"He...he had no choice but to do this..."

Seeing that Ke Yunchu was still speaking for him, Feng Jialan's face was completely condensed: "I don't know right from wrong, I really am a fool."

Ke Yunchu asked: "Brother Jialan, will Mu and brother be beheaded..."

He heard that anyone who committed a crime would be beheaded, and he didn't want Mu and his brother to be beheaded.

"What? You still want to intercede for him? Ben Gong tells you, don't even think about it!"

After Feng Jialan finished speaking, she shook her sleeves angrily and left.

Ke Yunchu looked at his back with a sad look in his eyes.

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With Si Muhe's conviction, the matter was finally settled, and Feng Jialan became a hero in the eyes of the villagers.

The two were about to leave the next day, and the villagers spontaneously held a farewell party for them.

That night, there were many bonfires and it was very lively.

The parents of the trapped children were very grateful to Feng Jialan, and they came to the chief seat with wine, and said with tears in their eyes, "Thanks to His Royal Highness, the grass people can find their son, otherwise... ..I'm afraid that we will be separated from each other in this life, and we will never see each other again."

People kept coming to toast, Feng Jialan turned to look at Ke Yunchu beside her, but found that he hadn't listened to their conversation from beginning to end, and was only focused on the plates of mutton and beef in front of him.

Ke Yunchu ate a bit laboriously and clumsily, struggling to tear the flesh from the bones.

The beef here is different from that made in the palace. The beef in the palace is sliced ​​and placed on a plate. The beef here is placed in a large piece with bones on the plate.

"Stupid."

Feng Jialan couldn't see it, so he directly pulled out a small knife, lifted the meat in front of him, brushed and pulled it a few times, and the meat fell down one by one, and then pushed it in front of him.

Ke Yunchu was burying his head in eating hard, but suddenly a few pieces of meat appeared on his plate, he raised his head and smiled at Feng Jialan, without saying a word, he lowered his head and continued to eat.

Although he smiled, he just bent his lips, not so much a smile as a habit.