Jiang Huaiyang sat in front of the desk and flipped through the book. The candlelight on one side made the pages yellow. He felt in a daze that he seemed to be still on the wooden boat, and his feet were shaking a little.
He curled his fingers, pressed the center of his eyebrows, and reluctantly read on word by word. Somehow, he felt sleepy and his eyelids became heavy, so he simply lay down on the desk and took a nap.
In a trance, he seemed to dream of the dark river, the camphor trees planted on the bank, a few lights, and he and Lingling were the only two people on the boat.
In the distance there was the melodious singing of Dan Jiao'er, which made the heart of the river even more quiet.
He dreamed that her clothes were in pieces, and a small mole was particularly thick on her fair back.
This time he could clearly see Ling Ling's face, with slightly frowning eyebrows and disheveled temples.
She lifted herself up from the ship's board, pushed him gently, and her voice was like a bird's cry, soft to the bone, "Your Majesty, don't forget that we are here to set off the Kongming Lanterns. Don't delay for too long, lest we get burned.
It was very cold at night."
"You can turn on the light later." His peach blossom eyes were no longer cold, but seemed to be infected by the blush on her cheeks, so deep that it was impossible to see to the bottom.
Anyway, this place is right in the middle of the river, so no one will pay attention to it.
When the love got stronger, the Kongming lantern that was meant to be released was also knocked into the water. Ruan Yuyi climbed on the edge of the boat to reach it, but she failed to catch it and fell into the water.
Water splashes everywhere.
It was the biting cold wind that made the meridians on Jiang Huaiyang's forehead throb, making him feel even more uncomfortable than before when he woke up from a dream.
He jumped into the water regardless and fished her out. Her clothes were soaked and stuck to her skin, outlining her exquisite curves.
The little lady didn't know whether she was frightened or cold. She trembled softly in his arms and kept whispering:
"Your Highness—Your Highness—"
Jiang Huaiyang was startled and broke out of his dream.
"Your Highness, are you okay? I saw you frowning and looking uncomfortable, so I dared to wake you up." Ruan Yuyi still had the big cloak hanging on her arm, and she was bending slightly and tilting her head.
, asked softly.
Seeing the person in his dream appear in front of him, Jiang Huaiyang was still a little confused between reality and dream. But it was indeed her in front of him. He could see her clearly. There was only a green jade hairpin in her hair and a snow-white brocade skirt. Compared with the other things on the skirt,
The embroidered night flowers are a bit more elegant.
If he hadn't known that she didn't have this ability, he would have suspected whether the woman in front of him had bewitched him, or whether she was someone who couldn't quit once she was infected, and the more she was infected, the deeper the poison became.
Otherwise, how could he have an even worse headache today after being just fine last night?
Jiang Huaiyang closed his eyes hard, then opened them quickly, feeling that his thoughts were clearer, and said hoarsely, "Why are you here?"
"Go back to Your Highness, I'm here to give you my cloak." She handed the clothes to Wen Zhi at the side and replied.
"Why not come tomorrow?" It must be delivered tonight.
Ruan Yuyi lowered her head and closed her eyes, a little shy on her face, but said nothing.
Wen Zhi was standing by the side. Although his expression was as usual, he was murmuring in his heart, if Miss Ruan doesn't come now, how can she sleep with you. Their Majesty is used to asking questions knowingly.
"Your Highness," Ruan Yuyi glanced at him carefully and said tentatively, "You seem to have a headache. How about I come and massage it for you? I have studied it specially."
"No need." Jiang Huaiyang rubbed his temples, hoping for some relief, but there was still something turbulent in his mind, making him feel uncomfortable.
Wen Zhi's eyes lit up after hearing her words, and he also advised, "Master, why don't you let Miss Ruan give it a try for now, maybe it will have some effect."
The master's inexplicable headaches no longer occur every day or two, and even Imperial Physician Ning can't see any real symptoms. But this morning, the master feels refreshed and his temper is gone.
It was hard for Wen Pheasant not to think that it was her fault.
Then, Wen Zhi used the excuse of bringing some tea and exited the wing.
Seeing that he was silent, Ruan Yuyi assumed that he agreed, so she stood behind him, tilted his head slightly, put her cold fingertips on his temples on both sides, and started to massage with a little force.
"Your Highness, how strong is this?"
Her technique was really gentle and precise. He relaxed unconsciously and hummed casually.
Jiang Huaiyang closed his eyes, felt the strength of her fingertips, and gradually relaxed his brows. After a while, the headache was relieved a lot. When it was almost time to call it a day, he suddenly became selfish and hoped that her fingertips could stay for a little longer.
meeting.
Ruan Yuyi hadn't seen him make a sound for a long time, so even though her hands were a little sore, she continued to massage them.
The room was extremely quiet. At this time, even hearing each other's shallow breathing felt a little ambiguous.
Suddenly, Jiang Huaiyang opened his eyes, pushed her hand away, indicating that she didn't need to press it anymore, and looked around with a stern expression.
"Your Highness?" She didn't know why, with doubt in her eyes.
At this time, the silence in the room seemed a little strange, and she felt a little uneasy, so she looked sideways. She saw a flash of cold light, Ruan Yuyi's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously pushed Jiang Huaiyang away.
"Well." She groaned and covered her arm. For a moment, she felt overwhelming pain rolling up to her. Her legs were weak and she almost collapsed to the ground.
Not far away, a man in black clothes with his face covered stood standing with a bloody dagger in his hand. Only one pair of his eyes were exposed, as sharp as an eagle. The cold light came from the sharp sword tightly held in his hand.
Jiang Huaiyang's expression was stern, and his whole body instantly became cold. He stood up and placed her on a chair. She was scratched on her arm and lowered her head. She was already sensitive to pain, and she couldn't say a word at this moment.
Seeing that he had missed, the man in black didn't think much and wanted to slip out of the window. Assassination is all about one fatal move. If he wanted to hit him twice or three times, it would be easier said than done when the other party was already alert.
Jiang Huaiyang didn't give him a chance to escape. He stepped forward quickly, grabbed the opponent's dagger with one hand, and kicked him with his feet. His movements were clean and neat, without any sloppiness.
Within two seconds, he put the man in black down to the ground. He hit the ground with a muffled sound. The dagger was knocked out of his hand with a clang, and then Jiang Huaiyang gave a quick kick with quick eyes and hands, and the dagger flew to the corner of the wall.
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Ruan Yuyi was protected behind him, and her eyes couldn't help but fall on him. She saw that his back was broad and his attacks were ruthless. Every move looked like he had been specially trained. It didn't look like he was playing in the backyard a few times on weekdays.
Swords are used to strengthen the body.
She looked a little stunned for a moment.
The man in black still wanted to struggle to get up, fight back or escape, but he knew clearly that if he fell into this man's hands, he would not get any good results.
At this time, Wen Zhi happened to come back. Hearing the noise, his heart tightened and he quickly opened the door and came in.
Seeing this situation, he didn't spend too much time in being surprised. He put the saucer in his hand on the ground, stepped forward and took the assassin from Jiang Huaiyang, and quickly twisted it away. He acted very skillfully, as if like this
It has happened countless times.
The master and the servant cooperated tacitly. The two or three guards who came late at the door felt a little redundant and stepped aside to avoid getting into Wen Zhi's path.
Wen Zhi did not leave directly, but stopped and glanced at them. Fortunately, someone smarter stepped forward to take over the assassin.
The assassin seemed unconvinced and continued to curse. Wen Zhi waved his hand and told them to go faster, lest these obscene words would dirty the ears of the master and Miss Ruan.
According to their conversation, they should be sent to Jingzhao Mansion for closer examination.
In fact, Ruan Yuyi couldn't hear this at the moment. She only felt a buzzing in her head. She put most of her body weight on the back of the chair, and all her strength seemed to have flowed away from the injury along with the gurgling blood.