rich little concubine

Chapter 53 Each has its own layout

Ji Ziyang closed his eyes, he didn't have the strength to struggle, his whole body was sore when he moved, especially in a certain unspeakable part, and he didn't want to talk to a rascal or a liar again.

Even the wide and warm chest on his back couldn't dispel the coldness in his heart.

"Since you don't want to drink medicine, then Yang'er will have some porridge to fill your stomach first. Come and prepare breakfast!"

The serving maid served the freshly heated medicinal porridge, which was specially prepared by the prince in the kitchen. Some precious herbs were added to the porridge, specially selected without bitterness, added to the rice porridge and cooked carefully, with a faint smell fragrance.

But Mo Feng kissed Ji Ziyang on the cheek, making gestures to help him up.

Only then did Ji Ziyang speak again, gritting his teeth: "Can you leave me alone!"

The person holding him was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood that he had been tossing him hard, so he strode out of the curtain, and then returned quickly, with a small emerald green box in his hand.

As soon as the lid is opened, there is a little fragrance, which is very pleasant.

However, Mo Feng lifted the quilt with one hand, and Ji Ziyang's slender young body curled up in one place, looking especially distressed.

The big hand stroked his waist, grabbed the hem of his trousers and was about to pull it down, Ji Ziyang was so frightened that his heart trembled, he quickly grabbed the other's wrist, and said angrily, "What do you want to do again!"

"This king will apply medicine to you."

"No!" A loud roar almost exhausted his strength.

But all his current strength can't match the strength of Ran Mofeng's one finger.

The white hands were held backwards, the man leaned down, kissed his slightly pale lips, as gentle as water, and said: "After applying the medicine, it will recover quickly, and it won't be so uncomfortable next time."

"Who wants to have a next time with you!"

Ji Ziyang was suddenly frightened and angry, almost paralyzed once, and again, how could he still have his life!

The men surrounding him were still coaxing him: "This king promises Yang'er that he will be lighter next time!"

Ji Ziyang was so angry that he couldn't speak, he could only stare at the other party with rounded eyes, suddenly his body felt cold, his pants had been taken off, he tried to struggle but found that he couldn't move.

"I am afraid that you will hurt yourself, so I tapped the acupoints. After applying the medicine, I will help you untie it."

Ji Ziyang's eyes were flushed: "Ran Mofeng! I will kill you in the future."

"Okay, okay," the other party only took him for a moment of anger, the white legs had been separated, and the injured place was still red and swollen, then Mo Feng dug some plaster in the small box with his fingers, and slowly applied it. Be careful and gentle.

The angry and ashamed person can only close his eyes angrily, it is daytime, and there is still a maid standing outside the curtain!Such a shameful and embarrassing thing made him feel ashamed.

This is breaking his face again and again!

"Is Yang'er better? Is the pain still severe?" The shameless culprit was still asking him solemnly, with his palms moving below and never leaving: "Do you want me to rub it for you?"

"You...you..." Ji Ziyang twitched his lips, wondering if the other party was humiliating and teasing him on purpose, and almost gritted his teeth: "If you touch me again, you will burn me on fire when I'm done." Believe it or not in your palace!"

However, Mo Feng helped him carefully apply the medicine and put on his trousers. He didn't care about the words of Ji Ziyang and others just now, and the tenderness in his eyes never faded. Yes, I can build a few more to burn Yang'er up, I just hope that Yang'er can calm down!"

As soon as the acupoints were unlocked, Ji Ziyang immediately rubbed his chest with his hands, his heart ached so badly!When did this prince change from being cold-blooded and ruthless to being such a rogue.

"Luan'er, come in!" Luan'er was called directly, and she heard what his young master said just now, outside the curtain, she was terrified, sweating, and the clothes on her back were already soaked.

He lifted the curtain and came in, bowing his head deeply.

"Serve the princess with porridge."

"Yes." Luan'er responded, picked up the medicinal porridge on the table, approached the bed, and called softly: "Master..."

Ran Mofeng sat on the head of the bed, lifted the person slightly, and leaned against his chest. Although the person in his arms struggled a bit, the movement of the other person was like a kitten scratching an itch, with no strength.

"Don't drink it, take it away!" A man who was so angry that he showed a stubborn temper like a donkey.

"Okay, if Yang'er doesn't drink, the king will kill this girl." The low tone was soft and threatening, Luan'er is a maid in Ji Ziyang's yard, so she always has to be cautious.

"You! Despicable!" Looking up at the man, his eyes are full of hatred. Why is he restricted everywhere when he meets this man, restrained in everything, often unable to resist.

Seeing her young master like this, Luan'er felt a pain in her heart, plopped down on the ground, held up the porridge bowl with both hands, and said: "Young master, slaves and maidservants have such a low life, death is not a pity, I just ask the young master to take a sip, Don't go against your own body."

"Okay, I'll drink." Ji Ziyang compromised.

However, Mo Feng was satisfied this time, so he picked up a spoon to scoop up a mouthful of porridge, handed it to the kitten who was still frying fur, and said softly, "My lord feeds you."

After finishing a bowl of porridge and half a bowl of medicine, Ji Ziyang directly pulled off the ink-sealed skirt with his hands and wiped his mouth. The fine silk brocade robe was wiped like this, and it was stained with medicine. Rubbed and wrinkled, Luan'er on one side softened his legs from fright, the young master really lost his head, isn't this looking for death again!

But the prince suddenly laughed out loud, he was in a good mood, he was more relieved that his kitten still had such mischievous energy.

"My lord, I'm sleepy." Ji Ziyang issued the order to evict the guest.

"Okay, Yang'er rests first, the king happens to have something to do, so go back as soon as you go." After asking Luan'er to take good care of her, she left the yard.

Ji Ziyang called Luan'er, and asked about the business of the two shops in detail, and there was an accident just at the beginning, so he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Young master, don't worry, this business has not fallen. The prince sent Ah Wu to help, and those portraits were sent directly to the other village. The prince said, let the painters follow the previous style to make their own decisions. If the paintings are not good, they will be let." Their heads are in different places, although they are not as ingenious as the young master, but they are still ingenious."

The corners of Ji Ziyang's mouth twitched. This is painting with his life. Those painters can't be careful, but this can only be a short-term solution, not a long-term solution: "Just now you said Ah Wu? What about Ah Liu?"

"I heard from Ah Wu that Ah Liu was punished by the prince and was whipped. I'm afraid... he won't be able to get out of bed for ten days and half a month." Luan'er sighed.

"What about the little wood?"

"Wood is safe and sound, in the young master's original yard."

Ji Ziyang nodded, feeling relieved, and felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out.

"Master, don't worry about these things, it's important to take care of your body."

Then Mo Feng went back to the study, and Yijing hid behind the expressionless Xuehe with a grin, his heart beating violently, and he poked his head: "My lord, I really didn't do it on purpose." He cursed in his heart: He was wronged He, who knew that the prince had used his identity to moleste the princess.

The previous tenderness no longer existed, but Mo Feng sat on the main seat in awe-inspiring manner, not allowing the slightest offense from others, glanced at Yi Jing lightly, closed his mouth and stopped talking to the convenience.

"The original plan has been disrupted, and this king wants to advance things."

As soon as these words came out, the two people in the study were shocked: "My lord! Isn't it a little hasty to act like this?"

A cold and heartless voice sounded, with undeniable bloodthirsty, and said slowly: "This king... wants to come with a praying mantis, a cicada, and an oriole."

Yijing thought for a while, analyzed the current situation and understood it, and said in surprise: "Then the princess is..." No wonder the prince suddenly changed his temper again, and was very gentle to the princess.

However, Mo Feng's eyes sank, Yi Jing didn't say any more, he just sighed, that day Xue He still felt that the prince was reckless this time, but he didn't think that the prince had already calculated everything.

Although he Yijing is a staff member of the royal family, but in terms of this scheming technique, he is far inferior to the tall and superior person in front of him. Turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain is only in the man's thought.

"This king wants you to leave in three days."

"Yes!" Yijing took the lead.

After discussing for a while, Xuehe and Yijing stepped out of the study door, Yijing paused, Xuehe's figure had gone away from him, thinking of the past with a sinking heart, he returned to the study.

The person on the main seat is closing his eyes and meditating.

"My lord, my subordinates have the guts to ask, did the lord use his true feelings towards the concubine?" Yijing asked, waiting for the answer, not knowing whether he was asking for others or for himself.

After not getting an answer for a long time, Yijing sighed and exited the study.

If the prince had used his true feelings, he would have put the concubine alone in this game of life and death.

And the happiest person at this time is none other than Ji Ziqing, the eldest lady of the Ji Mansion, listening to the news inquired by the servant girl, she feels extremely happy.

"Is what you said true?"

"No, it's too much noise. The Fifth Young Master was punished by King Zhenbei for doing that wrong thing. He almost lost his life. It will definitely be difficult in the future!" Zilan laughed, looking gleeful look.

"How can a lowly male concubine please the king of Zhenbei? Now that he is in poor health, how can he concentrate on the business of the shop? Why don't I, the eldest sister, help him?" Ji Ziqing's gentle and dignified face revealed A trace of complacency.

"Miss, what do you mean?" Zilan moved closer.

Ji Ziqing whispered a few words with a smile, her eyes were full of calculations.

"Miss, good idea! The servant girl will do it now!" Zi Lan blessed her body, turned around and was about to leave, but was called back by her own lady.

"What are you in a hurry for? It's still early. Let's help him fuel the fire first." Ji Ziqing gracefully picked up the teacup at hand, took a sip leisurely, and was in a good mood.

"Miss, does the eldest lady need a servant to attend the meeting?"

"No, I will give this big gift when things are done. Bo's mother smiled. By the way, you might as well pass this matter to my good sister quietly. Didn't mother agree to her request? If she asks again If you ask, I'm afraid you will be able to enter the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion in a few days, that's really a good show."

The master and servant both laughed heartily.

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