The eldest princess is a captive and the abstinent official is seductive

Wen Jin pursed his lips, exhaled softly, and tried to stand up.

Still a little numb.

He gently moved his limbs, already looking forward to returning to Suzaku City - no, already looking forward to leaving Chu.

As long as he no longer stayed in this disgusting place, he could go back to Suzaku City or the Imperial City. As long as he stayed with her, no one would bother him, anything would be fine.

Wen Jin lowered his eyes and looked at his palm. The medicine given by Langya was naturally very good. The wound on his palm had improved a lot after the ointment penetrated overnight, and the wounds on his buttocks and legs were no longer so painful.

Rest for another day and you can leave here tomorrow.

Wen Jin went to wash up, and when he came back, he passed by the bronze mirror and looked at the person in the mirror. The person in the mirror looked much better than before, but after running on the road for several days and being exposed to the wind and sun, it was obviously unlikely to recover to the same state as before within a day or two.

The maid had prepared breakfast, and Yan Qing looked up at Wen Jin who was looking in the mirror, and sat down at the table slowly.

Wen Jin quickly walked over and stood in front of the table, wanting to serve Yan Qing for dinner, but Yan Qing said in a light tone: "No need for you to serve."

Wen Jin was startled, and then sad.

"Finish your meal early and go exercise." Yan Qing looked him up and down, "You've been getting weaker lately. I can see you're going to degenerate into a weak girl."

Wen Jin was also happy to be scolded by her. The gloomy mood disappeared before he had time to digest it. He sat obediently beside Yan Qing and ate quietly.

His manners were elegant and calm, and it was still pleasing to the eye.

Yan Qing ignored him, and the two ate quietly without disturbing each other.

Halfway through the meal, Ji Weiyu led a few maids in, "Why is Your Highness eating? I haven't come yet."

Wen Jin paused slightly, then lowered his head to eat the rice porridge as if nothing had happened.

"You prepared so much, do you want to feed the pigs?" Yan Qing glanced at the maid holding a dazzling array of cups and plates, "You don't need so much."

Ji Weiyu wanted to say that His Highness was of noble status, so how could he not make a bigger show? Besides, the breakfast was originally a little more, His Highness could eat whatever he liked, and there was no need to save it for him.

But Yan Qing was already full, wiped the corners of his mouth, and stood up.

Wen Jinyu put down his chopsticks, stood up and met Yan Qing's eyes, and said, "I am full."

"After eating, go for a walk." Yan Qing said, "Digest the food, and then practice your swordsmanship."

Wen Jin agreed.

"What sword skills does he need to practice?" Ji Weiyu listened with dissatisfaction, "His claws are enough to kill people, and he still needs to practice sword skills? Your Highness, do you think he is not cruel enough, and his hands are not ruthless enough?"

Yan Qing glanced at him: "If you are not as skilled as others, look for the reason in yourself, don't always expect others to be weaker than you."

Ji Weiyu bit her lip: "Then he can't tell fortunes."

"That's right." Yan Qing nodded slowly, "So after breakfast, tell fortunes for yourself and see when you can surpass him."

Ji Weiyu was depressed.

Your Highness is too biased.

Yan Qing walked away, and Wen Jin followed her quietly, not even glancing at Ji Weiyu.

At most, he could endure him for one more day, and he could leave tomorrow.

Wen Jin's head was no longer depressed, and the sourness was gone. His mood seemed to be like the beginning of the thick fog and the warm sun.

Looking up at the side face of His Highness, his heart palpitated even more. Wen Jin lowered his eyes silently and thought that His Highness had nothing special to do with Ji Weiyu. That person was just a passer-by. When they left here, they might never meet again.

At least, he would try his best to make him have no time to go to Suzaku City to see His Highness.

"How is the injury?"

Wen Jin came back to his senses, and his voice became gentle and calm: "It doesn't hurt much."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to show her: "This ointment is very effective, it shouldn't leave scars."

After a while of taking care of it, it will be as beautiful as before.

Yan Qing glanced at him, and Wen Jin lowered his eyes: "I will take good care of this face, Your Highness, don't worry."

Your Highness likes his face and hands, so he will take care of them and will never let Your Highness dislike them.

Yan Qing looked at him silently and quickly retracted his gaze.

The garden was fresh and slightly cool in the morning, with a faint fragrance in the air, refreshing.

The tea brewed yesterday was not finished yet, and the book that Yan Qing was reading was left in the flower hall. Yan Qing walked into the flower hall and sat down, his eyes falling on the garden full of flowers: "Practice a set of swordsmanship for me to see."

"Yes."

Wen Jin walked over and casually broke off a branch. His figure was as graceful as a startled swan and as agile as a swimming dragon. The branch turned into a sharp weapon in his hand, sweeping like a meteor, and the petals fluttered.

It was like a young man wandering in a rain of flowers, with a handsome appearance and dazzling brilliance. His figure shrouded in the morning light was as agile as a swimming dragon, without losing his noble and refined self-restraint.

Yan Qing held his chin, abandoned all distracting thoughts, and just focused on appreciating the handsome figure, indulging a little visual enjoyment.

Wen Jin's movements were smooth and fluent, without any stagnation due to the injury, and he looked much better than yesterday.

After practicing a set of sword techniques, Wen Jin slowly retracted his moves, turned his head to look at Yan Qing, and walked back to the flower hall.

Yan Qing raised his eyes slightly, and slowly moved his sight from Wen Jin's face down, carefully looking at his whole body, and then curled his lips: "Young Master is so handsome."

Wen Jin was stunned, then his eyebrows and eyes relaxed, pursed his lips and smiled: "As long as Your Highness likes it."

"Why did you attack Ji Weiyu last night?"

Wen Jin's smile disappeared immediately, and his eyes fell on Yan Qing's hand. He wanted to take a peek last night, but he was worried about being discovered by her.

How did you get hurt?

Why does it hurt?

Yan Qing followed his gaze and looked at her arms. She understood what he was talking about in a few seconds. She raised her hand and opened her sleeves: "If you want to know anything, you can ask me directly."

The slender arms looked white and flawless, but when he looked carefully, he found that there were faint and messy scars all over them. He didn't notice them last time at the eldest princess's mansion.

The color on Wen Jin's face faded: "Why?"

"It's nothing." Yan Qingyun said as if he didn't care, "I rowed it myself, it has nothing to do with others."

Wen Jin's good feelings had lasted for less than half an hour, and now his face was pale and even more serious than when he was seriously injured. His hands hanging by his sides were clenched tightly, and his eyes were so sad.

Yan Qing frowned: "Everyone is over."

Wen Jin knelt down stiffly and raised his hands to lightly touch the scars. Even though he had never seen them with his own eyes, he knew how painful it would be to scratch them.

Yan Qing has never been able to comfort people, and it was even more impossible now.

"I don't want to see you look so fragile anymore." Yan Qing put her sleeves over her face and said lightly, "It's like parting from life or death."

Wen Jin's head throbbed when he heard this, and there were waves of pain as if it had been scratched by a sharp knife.

"The art of treating poisons can never be learned overnight, and the human body can only bear its limit." Yan Qing said calmly, "I need to control the most practical things, and I don't want to be controlled by others, so I use myself to test poisons. The first is to make the body resistant to poisons, which is what they often say is immune to all poisons; the second is to distinguish the toxicity of various poisons for easy control and utilization. "

It's just that some poisons are really powerful. After being poisoned, the pain will be to a certain extent that even the strongest self-control can't bear, so hurting yourself can be regarded as a way to resist poison.

Transfer pain to relieve pain.

"Unless I have experienced it myself, how can I know which poisons will definitely make people obedient?" Yan Qing's voice was indifferent, as if he was recounting something that had nothing to do with him, "To deal with people like Ji Mingzhu, the Queen Mother of Chu, Only by causing them great pain and fear can we make them take action.”

Although her original purpose was not to deal with the Queen Mother of Chu.

Wen Jin could only hear the phrase "test the poison with one's own body", but could not hear a word of the other words. What did Queen Mother Ji Mingzhu of Chu have to do with him?

Whether they obey or not, what does it have to do with him?

He only knew that His Highness tested the poison on his own body, and was so tortured by the poison that he couldn't bear it, and that's why he cut so many wounds on his arm.

How painful it was for her.

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