Late at night, the palace of Prince Su was completely silent. Except for the guards of Prince Su who were responsible for protecting the palace, the others had already fallen asleep.
In the Tea Garden in the East Garden of the Beiwu, Mi Jiang was sitting on her knees in the boudoir on the second floor, silently drinking the tea she had brewed with her own hands.
She liked drinking tea very much, and was used to adding some white flower petals called tea to the tea to add a bit of fragrance to the slightly bitter tea. For this reason, she even named the house where she lived Ming Tea Garden.
"Bang bang bang"
On the street outside Prince Su's Mansion, the sound of the clock could be heard. Judging from the sound of the clock, it was already around midnight (i.e. Zi time).
It's time...
A thought flashed through her mind, and Mi Jiang drank all the tea in her cup silently, then slowly stood up and jumped out from the second floor window.
"Tap tap tap"
There was a faint sound of footsteps on the path in the distance.
Mi Jiang knew that they were the Su Wang Guards in this palace, a group of well-trained and experienced veterans.
Therefore, she quickly turned over and hid in the garden next to the corridor, waiting silently for the guard to pass by.
"Huh?"
Among the seven or eight people of King Su's guard, an old soldier seemed to have noticed something and glanced at the shadow where Mi Jiang was hiding.
The old pawn's companion may have noticed his behavior and asked in confusion: "Old Peng, what's wrong?"
I saw King Su Wei, who was called Lao Peng, staring at the place where Mi Jiang was hiding, frowning and saying, "I always feel... as if there is something there."
"Really?" The smiles on the faces of the other King Su guards suddenly faded when they heard this.
They looked at each other, and several of them turned over and crossed the corridor in unison, surrounding them in the direction pointed by Lao Peng.
These veterans who have been on the battlefield trust their intuition more than their eyes. The intuition honed on the cruel battlefield has allowed them to escape death again and again, and finally waited until the time to remove their armor and retire.
Several people approached cautiously, their steps were very light, making almost no sound, and their hands were pressed on the hilts of the swords at their waists, ready to draw the sword at any time.
However, when they suddenly jumped behind the tree, they were surprised to find that there was nothing behind the tree.
Several people looked around and observed for a long time, then they put away their vigilance, and several people started to make fun of Lao Peng.
However, just behind a short tree only a foot away from them, Mi Jiang was sitting on the ground with her back against the tree, holding her breath.
This group of soldiers who retired from the Wei Dynasty's dredging navy is really extraordinary. They can actually capture my subtle breath. They are indeed soldiers who have experienced hundreds of battles...
Mi Jiang waited quietly for the few Su Wang guards to leave.
To be honest, relying on the practice of witches to communicate with nature and eliminate one's own aura should not be discovered by ordinary people. However, there are always exceptions. For example, some people often wander on the edge of life and death and have honed their skills on cruel battlefields.
Elite soldiers with beast-like intuition can "feel" threats that ordinary people cannot detect.
This is the reason why Mi Jiang avoided this group of King Su's guards in advance.
That dwarf...really hired a group of incredible guards.
After the Su Wang guards left, Mi Jiang stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and then quickly walked towards the north room.
In the blink of an eye, Mi Jiang arrived at the main hall of the North House where Zhao Hongrun lived.
Of course, it was impossible for her to enter through the palace gate with such arrogance. After all, this was the most heavily guarded place, with more than one team of King Su's guards guarding it.
She still followed the path she took last time and came to the window on the side of the palace.
She glanced around a few times, gently pushed open the window, quickly climbed in, and immediately turned around to close the window. After all, she couldn't tell when the patrolling Su Wangwei would be here.
After arriving in the Beiwu Hall, the defense was relatively weak, but Mi Jiang did not relax her vigilance because she knew that Zhao Hongrun would be closely protected by a Zongwei who was more powerful than those Su Wangwei. With.
Mi Jiang had already competed with the Zongwei such as Shen Yu, Lu Mu, Wei Jiao and others when she was in Chu State. Without the help of medicinal powder or sword dance, their sisters may not be the same as these Zongwei. opponent.
The dwarf's guard tonight...should be Gao Kuo, right?
The appearance of Zong Wei Gao Kuo appeared in Mi Jiang's mind.
After all, after staying with Zhao Hongrun for several months, Mi Jiang had a general understanding of the ten clan guards around Zhao Hongrun.
And Gao Kuo is the kind of person who is very alert. This person may cause some obstacles to Mi Jiang's actions tonight.
She took out a small finger-long bamboo tube from her arms, put it in her mouth, and then quietly opened the door.
"squeak"
There was a faint sound when the door opened, which made Mi Jiang secretly think something was wrong.
Sure enough, Mi Jiang instantly heard a dark figure sitting up on the small couch in the outer room, and subconsciously looked at the door with a pair of glowing eyes in the dark night with a little confusion.
"puff"
Mi Jiang exhaled from his mouth, and saw a faint silver light flashing through his mouth, and the black shadow on the couch suddenly seemed to be about to collapse.
Seeing this, she quickly stepped forward, carefully held the black figure with her hands, and gently laid it down on the bed.
Sure enough, it's Gao Kuo...
After seeing Zong Wei clearly on the couch, Mi Jiang reached out and took out a slender silver needle from his neck, put it back into the bamboo tube spit out from his mouth, and carefully stuffed it into his belt.
The tip of this silver needle is dipped in a concoction that can induce drowsiness. It has strong medicinal properties. Just this one shot will surely make Gao Kuo sleep soundly until tomorrow morning.
What a waste, I wish I were still the stupid Chu Heng...
Mi Jiang sighed slightly in her heart. After all, she could easily sneak in here a month ago. She walked directly to Zong Wei Chu Heng, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and pricked his neck with the silver needle. , forget it.
Not as nervous as today, if the silver needle in the bamboo tube just now failed to hit Gao Kuo, then it would be a big deal.
It's all this dwarf's fault...
Standing next to Zhao Hongrun's big bed, Mi Jiang looked at Zhao Hongrun sleeping peacefully on the couch angrily.
Suddenly, Zhao Hongrun groaned a few times in his sleep, and soon Mi Jiang's name was recalled.
Sure enough, one month is the maximum limit...
In the dim moonlight coming in from the window paper, Mi Jiang's face could be faintly blushed.
"Mi Jiang... I know this is a dream, and you can't deceive me... Hmm... Since it's in a dream, let me just let you serve me well, haha..."
Zhao Hongrun, who was sleeping soundly, mumbled out a few incoherent words from time to time.
…
Mi Jiang looked at Zhao Hongrun with a red face, shook her head for a while, and lifted up the sleeve of her left hand.
I saw a wound on her left wrist that had not completely healed for some reason.
Suddenly, she took out a small dagger from the back of her waist and cut the wound that had not yet healed. Immediately, blood gushed out.
At this time, she was seen biting the handle of the dagger in her mouth, opening Zhao Hongrun's mouth with her right hand, and then hanging her left hand above his mouth, silently watching the blood flowing out of the wound on her wrist, as if a
Like a red thread, it flowed into Zhao Hongrun's mouth.
This wound was quite deep, and it would not be an exaggeration to call it bleeding profusely.
Because of this, in just a dozen breaths, the complexion on Mi Jiang's face became unsightly, gradually revealing the pale complexion that results from excessive blood loss, and even her lips turned slightly white.
She took out a bamboo tube with her right hand, dug out some ointment that looked like white grease, and applied it to the wound on her wrist.
Not to mention, the herbal ointment prepared by this witch herself was very effective and stopped the bleeding almost instantly.
She sat on the edge of Zhao Hongrun's bed for a moment because she felt a little dizzy.
This is caused by massive blood loss.
She looked back at Zhao Hongrun.
For some reason, when she looked at Zhao Hongrun, her pale face turned a bit strangely red, and even her breathing could not help but speed up a bit.
She hesitantly reached out her hand and gently touched Zhao Hongrun's face.
Gradually, her eyes became gentle and blurred. As if she was out of control, she slowly bent down and moved her lips slightly, as if she wanted to put her red lips on Zhao Hongrun's mouth.
Suddenly, her whole body was shaken as if she had been electrocuted, and even her blurred eyes regained some clarity.
She took a few deep breaths and finally got rid of the control of some weird desire in her heart.
Is it really impossible to remove the green poison?
Mi Jiang's face showed a bit of helplessness.
To be honest, she had no feelings of disgust or resistance towards Zhao Hongrun. Even if she had done so in the past, her view of him had already been changed by some magical existence.
Just as Zhao Hongrun felt that Mi Jiang was becoming more and more cute and acceptable, Mi Jiang also gradually developed a special affection for this little man who was not as tall as her.
But her reason made her understand that it was not a real feeling.
Therefore, she felt confused.
But what troubled her even more was that the little man in front of her, whose fate was now linked to hers, seemed to still be "resisting" this fate.
This made her a little unhappy.
After all, any woman will feel angry when she is rejected, even if they are not actually interested in the other person.
Because of this, Mi Jiang was actually a little angry when he learned that Zhao Hongrun was trying to get rid of the green poison.
But she was angry, but she secretly used her blood to help Zhao Hongrun relieve his symptoms.
That is a secret passed down from generation to generation among witches: the green poison in a man's body will only temporarily enter a dormant state when it is contaminated with the bodily fluids of the witch who inflicted the poison. And the best bodily fluid is undoubtedly blood, after all, green poison
Gu is fed by the blood of witches and is particularly sensitive to the smell of the breeder's blood.
However, she did not hesitate to harm herself in order to help him relieve his symptoms. Even Mi Jiang herself could not figure out why she would do this.
It's really unpleasant...
Looking at Zhao Hongrun's beautiful sleeping face, Mi Jiang felt a little angry for some reason.
But when she caught a glimpse of Zhao Hongrun taking off the socks hanging on the bedside out of the corner of her eye, an inexplicable smile appeared on her lips.
"snort!"
After a while, Mi Jiang carefully left along the original path without disturbing the Su Wang guards who were patrolling near the North House.
However, Zhao Hongrun, who was still asleep, had a sock stuffed in his mouth.
After a while, he muttered something vaguely.
"Huh? It's such a big piece of durian... Strange, where did I, Da Wei, get the durian? Never mind... (Chews and chews)... Hmm? Why can't I bite it off?" (To be continued.)