Chapter 15: Flowing water has feelings, falling flowers have no intention (2)
Chapter 15: Flowing water has feelings, falling flowers have no intention (2)
Looking at Zi Yingluo's back leaving in a carefree manner, Gong Ziyu laughed at himself, didn't he already know her skills, why did he jump down and ask for trouble.
Zi Yingluo walked up the cliff gracefully, regardless of the eagerness in Bai Lixuan's eyes or the shocked eyes of Wu Huan, she said lightly: "Go back"! Then she strode out.
Wu Huan looked at Zi Yingluo's back and frowned. When did Zi Yingluo have such an ability? She could actually come and go freely on such a high cliff. Then, her Qinggong must be at its peak.
"Zi Yingluo, wait a minute!" Wu Huan pulled Zi Yingluo's arm and said, "Prince of Mingyue Kingdom, where is Gongzi Yu?"
Zi Yingluo pulled out the arm tightly held by Wu Huan and said, "At the bottom of the cliff, if you want to find him, then go"! The cold voice without any warmth made Wu Huan tremble all over. This feeling was like being locked by her.
Being chained through your bones in a cellar has never been so scary.
"Zi Yingluo, you are still as ruthless as ever. Do you know that Gong Ziyu jumped off the cliff to save you?"
"I do not need".
Zi Yingluo's cold voice came from in front of her. Wu Huan stood there, looking at Zi Yingluo from a distance. He thought he was ruthless, but compared to the woman in front of him, he was really no match for her.
Princess Mansion
Zi Yingluo was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Her mind was filled with Gong Ziyu's furious and condemning eyes, Bai Lixuan's tear-stained face, and Wu Huan's... hateful and disgusting eyes.
Gong Ziyu sat indifferently at the bottom of the cliff, ignoring the roars of the wolves around him and the green corpses. He was betting on her concern for him. He didn't believe that she really abandoned him like this.
Gong Ziyu's eyes lit up, she was here, because he smelled her scent. Unlike other women, she always had a faint fragrance on her body, just like a man. It was this smell that made him feel at ease inexplicably, Gong Ziyu.
Yu glanced at the stone he was sitting on, suddenly lay down on it, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Zi Yingluo, with her hands behind her back and her white clothes looking extremely dazzling in such a dark night, finally relented.
"Wake up." Zi Yingluo stretched out her foot and kicked the man in front of her. Seeing that he still had no reaction, she frowned slightly. She forgot that the temperature at the bottom of the cliff was very low.
Zi Yingluo sighed helplessly, picked up Gongziyu, hugged him in her arms, and continuously sent spiritual power to warm him. In the dark night, which she didn't pay attention to, Gongziyu's face showed a suspicious look.
Blush and body gradually becomes hot.
"Ying... Luo..." Gong Ziyu murmured in Zi Yingluo's arms, his voice was hoarse, "Good boy, it's okay." Zi Yingluo gently stroked Gong Zi Yu's face.
Her voice was extremely gentle, and her father used to comfort her like this when she was sick.
"Yeah"! Listening to her gentle and doting voice, Gong Ziyu gradually closed his eyes and fell asleep completely.
"Princess, it's not good, it's not good..."!
As soon as Zi Yingluo entered the princess mansion, she saw Qingcao rushing towards her. Zi Yingluo frowned slightly. She didn't like the people around her who were always irritable. "What's the matter?"
Huh? Looking at Zi Yingluo's indifferent face without any expression, Qingcao's head suddenly panicked. She forgot about her master's habits again, "Back to Princess, Ji Xiangjun is poisonous."
"Ji Zijun? Who is it?"
Huh? Qingcao looked at Zi Yingluo in confusion, "Princess, you really don't remember. Ji Zijun is the eldest son of the Ji family, one of the four aristocratic families. Ji Zijun doesn't seem to like the princess very much and doesn't want to stay in the princess mansion.
As a result, the princess poisoned her, and she would have an attack on the fifteenth day of every month."
Poison? There was annoyance in Zi Yingluo's eyes. She didn't know why "Zi Yingluo" always liked to do these boring things, "Let's go and have a look."
Zi Yingluo stepped into the room, Geshu paced back and forth anxiously, Wu Huan leaned lazily by the door, as if watching a play, the man curled up and lay on the bed shivering, looking extremely embarrassed. The man next to him struck a blow
Dressed in crescent-colored robes, he looked at the person on the bed quietly with his eyes, and felt his pulse with one hand.
Zi Yingluo looks like a man. This man is very taciturn and has a low sense of presence, but he is still a handsome man. If she guessed correctly, this man should be Leng Ye.
When Zi Yingluo saw the face of the person on the bed, she couldn't help but be surprised, Ji Mochen? It's him. She had seen this man during the banquet today. Such a jade-like man, she didn't know how she got rid of the original Zi Yingluo.
"Yingluo, look at Mo Chen quickly. He seems to be feeling very uncomfortable!" Ge Shu had tears in his eyes and looked at Zi Yingluo pitifully.
Seeing Geshu's pear blossoms with rain, Zi Yingluo's eyes flashed with a trace of awkwardness, she frowned and said: "A grown man should not cry and cry all the time, it makes you upset."
Huh? When everyone heard this, they looked at Zi Yingluo blankly, not knowing how to react. Crying is a man's patent, and men are generally called little men.
"What kind of poison did he get?" Zi Yingluo looked at Ji Mochen on the bed and asked in a deep voice.
"Hehehe" Wu Huan leaned against the door panel and looked at Zi Yingluo with a sneer, "Princess, you can really pretend. Didn't you poison me?"
Zi Yingluo looked at Ji Mochen on the bed expressionlessly. She was not the real Zi Yingluo, so naturally she didn't know where the antidote was and couldn't ask.
"Bring me the knife".
"Knife"? Qingcao looked at Zi Yingluo in shock, why would the princess want a knife?
"Princess, do you want to kill Mo Chen?" Ge Shu looked at Zi Yingluo tremblingly. She should not be such a person. Ji Mo Chen, who was on the bed, was startled when he heard Ge Shu's words. He was about to die.
Well, he died at the hands of this nymphomaniac princess. She finally got tired of him, but he couldn't die yet. He still cared about the father who was abandoned by his mother and sent to another house to take care of.
"Don't make me say it a second time"!
Qingcao was so scared that Zi Yingluo could not hear the emotion in her voice, so she had to respectfully hand the dagger on her waist to Zi Yingluo. Zi Yingluo took it expressionlessly and walked towards the bed step by step.
Ji Mochen's body became more and more tense. He was not afraid of death. He was only afraid that his father would be helpless and that the white-haired man would have to give up the black-haired man. Thinking of this, Ji Mochen struggled to sit up and said, "Princess, Princess
, Mo Chen is not afraid of death, I just want to ask you to save my father and take him away from the Ji family." Ji Mochen smiled bitterly, "Don't tell him the fact that I am dead."
"Why should I help you?" Zi Yingluo looked coldly at the trembling man on the bed. What was this man thinking? Did he also think she would kill him?
"I, please, you." Ji Mochen endured the physical discomfort and said word by word to Zi Yingluo. He knew that this so-called princess did not understand the value of family affection at all. It was in vain to beg her.
, but for the sake of his father, even if he abandoned his pride, he still wanted to give it a try.
Zi Yingluo ignored Ji Mo's look of contemplating death and said calmly: "Open your mouth."
Ah? Ji Mochen looked at Zi Yingluo blankly. He didn't understand what she wanted to do. Did she want to...kiss him...? Ji Mochen glanced at Zi Yingluo in disgust, with a defensive look on his face.
She covered her mouth tightly with both hands. Could it be that, even if she died, she would ruin his reputation?
Zi Yingluo knew what Ji Mochen was thinking. This man showed everything on his face. He was so simple, "Open your mouth!" Looking at Zi Yingluo's cold and sharp eyes, Ji Mochen slowly opened his mouth.
He closed his eyes tightly, that's all. As long as he could make his father live a good life, it didn't matter what he did. He only asked that he would not have such a face in his next life. He would rather be uglier.
Seeing Ji Mochen like this, Zi Yingluo couldn't help but feel funny. She exposed her white arms and gently touched them to the soft call of the grass. The bright red blood flowed out and dripped into Ji Mochen's slightly opened mouth drop by drop.
inside.
The flow of blood also represents the flow of spiritual power. Zi Yingluo injected her spiritual power into the blood and fed it to Ji Mochen to suppress the toxins in his body.