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When Mi Jiang opened her eyes again, she found that she was lying on a hot couch.
She slowly sat up, leaned on the bed, and looked at the room she was in.
This room is far from luxurious, but it is definitely unusual. Although the furniture made of lacquer wood is not valuable in Chu State, lacquer wood has its own grades after all. The bed Mi Jiang is lying on now is of high value in Chu State.
Bedding made of lacquered wood is considered to be of the highest quality.
And looking at the jade decorations on the walls and tables inside the house, as well as the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls that clearly bear the cultural customs of Chu State, even though Mi Jiang has been in Ba State for a long time, he also knows that only the established clans in the country have
Qualifications and capital to live in such a house.
"Well..."
She clutched her chest and moaned softly in pain.
She had a fever in her mouth, so she wanted to get out of bed to find some water to drink, but she accidentally touched the wound, causing her to inhale hissingly in pain.
"Plop"
Inside the house, there was a sudden sound of something heavy falling to the ground.
Anyone?
Mi Jiang was slightly startled, and subconsciously touched the back of her waist with her right hand. Unfortunately, not only did she not touch the dagger she was used to placing behind her waist, but she accidentally touched the wound again, and it was so painful that she did not dare to move anymore.
At this moment, she suddenly saw a pair of bright eyes appearing next to the bed. A delicate and beautiful woman was hiding beside the bed and timidly asked her: "Do you want... want a drink of water?"
Mi Jiang looked at the girl for a few times and then remembered that this girl was the teenage girl who had been standing next to Zhao Hongrun when she and her sister Mi Rui tried to kidnap the latter.
The youngest clan girl of the clan. Yang Yanxing
"Thank you." Mi Jiang said in the same cold tone as before.
"Ah?" Yang Shixing was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses. He hurriedly poured a glass of water and handed it to Mi Jiang timidly.
"Thank you." Mi Jiang repeated her thanks. Then she took the tea cup and took a sip.
She frowned because she found that the water in the cup was too hot.
"Isn't there anything cold?"
Yang Yanxing shook his head and said timidly: "His Royal Highness ordered you not to drink cold water. It will not be good for your injury."
Your Highness?
Mi Jiang looked at Yang Yan Xing with strange eyes and asked, "Are you a Chu girl?"
"Yeah." Yang Yanxing nodded.
She is obviously the daughter of Chu Di, why do you listen to him so much?
Although she was muttering in her heart, Mi Jiang did not ask in detail. After all, when she was brought back by Zhao Hongrun, she had already seen tens of thousands of Pingyang soldiers cheering from the bottom of their hearts for Zhao Hongrun's safe and sound return.
Those people are all Chu people.
How could a Wei man gain such prestige in the Chu region...
Mi Jiang slowly drank the warm water in the cup, and when she finished drinking it all, she let out a sigh of relief.
"Anything else?"
"I...I'll pour it again." Yang Yanxing took the tea cup in a panic and quickly poured another cup over.
At this time, Mi Jiang's thirst had eased a lot. Therefore, after taking the tea cup, she was not in a hurry to drink water, but asked curiously: "You... seem to be afraid of me?"
"No...no." Yang Yanxing shook her head in panic.
Seeing that the other party was unwilling to say anything, Mi Jiang stopped asking and just drank the water from the cup.
Seeing this, Yang Yanxing hesitated for a while, and then asked in a low voice: "Um... are you really a witch?"
Mi Jiang was about to say something like you can understand it at a glance, but she glanced at herself. Only then did she notice that the clothes on her body had been changed, and she was no longer the witch from the Zhurong Ruins in crimson clothes and white sleeves.
The attire is an ordinary Chu-style women's robe.
She gently lifted up her gown and looked inside. She found that the wound on her chest had also been bandaged, and it was no longer the messy look it had when Zhao Hongrun simply applied medicine and bandaged it for her.
"Where are my original clothes?" Mi Jiang asked with a frown.
"I took it to wash..." Yang Yan Xing whispered.
Seeing that her witch costume had not been thrown away, Mi Jiang felt relieved a little, then pointed to her chest and asked: "You also bandaged it for me?"
"It's...slave." Yang Yanxing whispered: "This is my first time bandaging someone. I hope you are satisfied."
Looking at the other party's timid look, Mi Jiang nodded and affirmed: "Not bad...Thank you very much."
Yang Yanxing smiled happily, probably because she saw that the witch Mi Jiang was not as close to strangers as she knew in the past rumors. Therefore, she mustered up the courage to ask: "Sister Mi, why do you want to harm her?"
Where is His Highness Prince Su? He is a good person."
Mi Jiang was not surprised why this woman knew her surname. After all, this woman from Chu who seemed to be one or two years younger than her sister was someone close to Zhao Hongrun. It was obvious that he also trusted her, so
It's not hard to guess that he will tell her something.
Ji Run, he has killed many people in Dachu, but you still think he is a good person?
Although she was muttering in her heart, Mi Jiang did not say these words. As a witch, she could feel that the soul of the woman in front of her was very pure, as if she was spotless.
"Ji Run...is he a good person?" she hummed self-deprecatingly.
Regarding Ji Run, that is, Zhao Hongrun, Mi Jiang did not think that King Su of Wei was a soft-hearted person. He was an outstanding superior, possessing the qualities and necessary means of a great noble.
From when he learned that Xiong Tuo, Lord of Yangcheng, was trying to change the current situation of Chu State, with murderous intent in his eyes, Mi Jiang realized that this young King Su of Wei State had such a deep heart in the face of important events.
His strength was by no means inferior to that of the kings of Chu State whom she knew.
"Where is he? I mean, Ji Run." Mi Jiang asked.
"Your Highness is in the study. I heard that Qu Cheng, Yan Mo and other generals were summoned." At this point, Yang Yanxing muttered in a low voice: "Why is Your Highness not a good person? He gave you his dormitory and gave you orders.
I will take good care of you..."
Is this Ji Run’s sleeping bed?
Mi Jiang's cold face blushed slightly when she heard this, especially when she vaguely remembered that before she fell into coma, it was Zhao Hongrun who rode here and carried her to the bed, and her face turned even redder.
"It's so... so hot. Inside the house."
She defended with a slight panic, because she suddenly found that Yang Yanxing was looking at her curiously with his head tilted, and he seemed to have noticed the blush on her face.
"Oh." Yang Shixing suddenly understood after hearing this, nodded and said in relief: "Because His Highness is afraid that you will catch a cold, so he specially ordered more stoves in the house..."
…
Mi Jiang was stunned. Only then did she notice that the room was really as warm as spring. It was even warmer than the ordinary spring weather. She was only wearing a robe and didn't feel the warmth at all.
cold.
"Ah! I almost forgot..." As if he suddenly remembered something, Yang Yanxing said quickly: "Your Highness asked me to fry ginger soup for you, sister. I almost forgot. I will bring it over right now."
After saying that, after a while, Yang Yanxing brought a bowl of steaming ginger soup and said nervously: "Drink it while it's hot. Your Highness said the medicine won't be effective when it's cold..."
Ginger soup…
Mi Jiang was stunned for a moment, then brought the ginger soup, blew in the hot air, took a sip, and then sighed inexplicably.
"Bitter...is it bitter?" Yang Yanxing asked with his eyes wide open.
A hint of bitterness appeared on Mi Jiang's indifferent face, and she murmured: "Ginger... is naturally bitter." Note: The ginger in her name refers to the surname Jiang, not the surname Jiang. Here again
Under remarks.
"Then... do you want honey?"
"No need." Mi Jiang shook her head, remained silent, and slowly drank the entire bowl of ginger soup.
Yang Yanxing took the bowl from Mi Jiang's hand and said in a low voice: "Well, sister Mi, let's take a rest for a while. I'll make you a pot of meat porridge. His Highness said that you can only drink porridge in the past few days..."
…
"Thank you." Mi Jiang nodded gratefully. Unfortunately, perhaps out of habit, the expression on her face was still cold.
"No... bother." Yang Yanxing ran out of the house with the bowl in his hand.
Seeing this, Mi Jiang changed her sitting position and leaned on the bed, closing her eyes to rest.
It was undeniable that the hot ginger soup was indeed very effective. Within a moment, she felt a layer of sweat on her body, which made her feel sticky and uncomfortable.
At this time, the door of the house opened with a creak.
Mi Jiang thought it was the sheep tongue apricot who had returned, but unexpectedly, it was Zhao Hongrun who came.
"Hey, it looks like you're recovering well."
…
Mi Jiang didn't say a word, just stared silently at the young Wei man in front of him, who was the king of Su of the Wei State, and his status was equivalent to the princes of Xiong Tuo, the king of Yangcheng, Xiong Sheng, the king of Liyang, etc. of the Chu State. It was this young man who was said to be only fifteen years old.
The young man carried her for a long distance in the ice and snow, and the two of them were finally rescued by the cavalry of the Jun Navy Army.
He was obviously a pampered and pampered young master of the Wei Kingdom, but he had such a persevering heart. Mi Jiang suddenly felt that her death at this moment might be a more favorable situation for him, Da Chu.
Because if she dies, he dies too.
This young Wei man may become their most terrifying opponent in the future of Chu, and once this son becomes the king of Wei, it will be a nightmare for Chu State, no, it may be a nightmare for the entire world.
However, even though she knew that the other person was not completely sincere in saving her, Mi Jiang couldn't help but hesitate when she was on his back and watched him struggling to carry her towards Zhengyang County.
"Have you found anything about green Gu?" Mi Jiang asked calmly.
"Huh?" Zhao Hongrun was stunned and asked curiously: "How do you know?"
"I heard what the little girl from the Yangzi clan said that you summoned Qu Cheng, Yan Mo and several other Chu generals in the study... At this time, you were anxious to summon those generals who were originally from Chu. I think there was only one of them.
Explained." After that, Mi Jiang looked at Zhao Hongrun's expression carefully and said in an inexplicable tone: "It seems that there is nothing gained."
Zhao Hongrun glanced at Mi Jiang somewhat depressedly and said angrily: "If a woman is too smart, she will be disliked by others!"
Can't he just give up?
Mi Jiang muttered secretly, and then sighed silently.
It was undeniable that she was a little confused at the moment.
She hoped that Zhao Hongrun could really find a way to remove the green poison and cut off the bad relationship between the two caused by a misunderstanding. At the same time, she was a little worried that he would really remove the green poison.
Not only because he may be the most formidable enemy of Chu State in the future, but also because of the two people's unwillingness to abandon each other when they were lost in the snowy field.
"Have a good rest. He is obviously a few years older than me but not much taller than me... my prisoner." Zhao Hongrun bent down and whispered a word, and then left on his own.
After hearing him close the door, Mi Jiang shook her head silently.