The people in the Guogong Mansion were noisy, and it didn't stop all night.

Pu Jia, who successfully crossed the sea and returned to Yanhui Hall, didn't know about this, covered the door, took off her shoes, and went to bed, embroidered a warm pillow and slept soundly for half a night.

When I woke up, it was already dark, and there was a sound of footsteps outside the window.

Pu Jia immediately opened her eyes and sat up on the pillow. At the same time, there was a "clang" on the door, and four or five small servants broke in, bringing in a strong bloody atmosphere.

Liu Er, who was sleeping outside, had already squinted and rushed forward: "Bold bandit, I fought with you-ah?!" ”

The last "ah" word was raised in a tone that seemed both surprised and frightened. Then there was a heavy crash.

It sounds like the comer is not good.

Pu Jia took out the short knife under the pillow and put it across her chest, and sneered: "Why, now that the murder of the Guogong Mansion is so blatant, even those cover-up methods of damage have been saved?" ”

Zhong Liang's voice came from outside the screen, and he also sneered: "To kill you, you don't need any shady means." ”

"Huh? Are you dying? Pu Jia was suddenly stunned and blurted out.

Zhong Liang's voice, she was too familiar. Despite his best efforts to pretend nothing was happening at the moment, she could easily sense his weakness.

Getting up, getting out of bed, and turning the screen, this set of actions is completely unthinking. When she came back to her senses, she was standing in the doorway, staring at the bewildered little ones.

Wei'er was the first to come back to her senses, squeezed out a smile and bowed to salute: "Your Highness forgives your sins, the prince is seriously injured, and the minions are in a hurry to come back, and they forget about ...... for a while."

I forgot for a moment that there was an obstructive woman in Yanhui Hall.

At this time, Pu Jia had already seen Zhong Liang, who was lying on a bench and being carried by the little guys, covered in blood.

Looking at each other, Zhong Liang closed his eyes in disgust, and no longer concealed his weak voice: "Wei'er, send me to the garden." ”

"Master!" Wei'er cried, "It's wet and cold in the garden, how can there be a place to live?" It's just usual, but now your injuries can't be joked! ”

Zhong Liang didn't say anything again for a long time, motionless and didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Wei'er had to look at Pu Jia again, dragging her crying voice and complaining: "Your Highness......

"Put it in the Luohan bed." Pu Jia interrupted him with a frown.

Before Wei'er could say more, Liu Er had already gotten up from the ground and gave him a blank look, turned to Pu Jia and said, "Princess, you are still too good at talking!" Someone said last night that if you don't worship the flower hall, you are not a husband and wife, and it is not right to live together, and he broke his promise before dawn at this time! Since he is not a husband and wife, what is his old man living here? Male pets? ”

As soon as these words came out, the faces of several little guys became ugly. One of them took a big step forward with a calm face, as if to make a rough move.

Wei'er hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, coaxing the companions to place Zhong Liang well, and then bowed his head to Pu Jia and said: "Please bear with me, Your Highness, the prince has just been beaten with a hundred military sticks, and he fainted several times in the middle, and the master ordered that he should not be allowed to treat the injured ......."

"I see. Put them here, and go out. Pu Jia yawned, and impatiently cut off the little girl's words again.

Wei'er hesitated, unwilling to go.

Pu Jia glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, and seemed to smile: "This is already the inner room of this princess, and you refuse to leave, could it be that you see that your master can't survive, and you have some thoughts in your heart?" ”

Before she could finish speaking, Wei'er was gone.

is worthy of being a slave of a family of military generals, and his legs and feet are very fast!

After confirming that several of the little guys had gone away, Pu Jia beckoned and instructed Liu Er: "You go and call a doctor to take a look." The wound is so bad, it really doesn't cure the dead. ”

Liu Er agreed and walked out quickly.

The clothes behind the pillars moved slightly, revealing Wei'er's little red face. After seeing Liu Er walk away, the little guy breathed a long sigh of relief, grinned, and slipped away along the wall.

Pu Jia glanced at the swaying flowers and trees under the porch, turned around and closed the door, and her face immediately sank.

On the Luohan bed in the room, the man's eyes were closed tightly, and he didn't know who was going to know.

He was beaten very hard: his clothes were completely torn, revealing a bloody back, and in a moment the work had stained the newly laid bedding on the Luohan's bed.

Will it die?

Probably not. This man's life is very hard, when he encountered wolves in the mountains and was bitten all over his body, didn't he only lie down for a few days and then be alive?

Of course, this time his opponent was not the wolf pack.

Pu Jia walked to the table, slowly spread the handkerchief in her hand on the table, and lifted the teapot on the corner of the table.

Thin threads of water flowed out of the spout, soaking the plain silk embroidered with folded plum blossoms a little bit.

The tea is cold and not fragrant.

Pu Jia smiled inexplicably, put down the teapot, folded the handkerchief in half twice and turned it into a small boxy piece, and picked it up.

Turning around and walking to Luohan's bed, Zhong Liang still didn't wake up.

This is a godsend.

Pu Jia knew that her skills were far inferior to Zhong Liang, and in his sober state, it was almost impossible for her to take revenge.

What she didn't expect was that the opportunity would come so quickly.

Presumably, the Immortal Heaven also has mercy on its people who have died in vain, so she must use her hand to punish this heinous liar.

The story started with him, and it should end with her. It's far from fair now, but it's not a matter of urgency. As long as the culprit is dead, the remaining debts can be collected slowly.

Pu Jia bit the corner of her lip, and held the soaked silk handkerchief in her hand steadily, and sent it to Zhong Liang little by little, little by little.

He didn't have much strength under his serious injury, as long as he gently covered his mouth and nose, he was-

Pu Jia suddenly shuddered, and almost exclaimed.

Because, Zhong Liang, who was in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes.

"What do you do?" He jerked out and grabbed Pu Jia's wrist.

Pu Jia's body froze, and it took a while to relax, and she said expressionlessly: "You have a little fever, it's better to apply some cold water." ”

Zhong Liang hesitated for a moment and let go of her wrist: "Don't bother. ”

Pu Jia threw the wet handkerchief on his head, sneered and shook his hand and stood up: "The dog bites Lu Dongbin!" ”

Zhong Liang subconsciously picked up the handkerchief and held it in his hand, then threw it out irritably, and said coldly: "The military order is like a mountain." Father said that if you don't want to be cured, you can't be cured, don't make trouble for me! ”

"Got it!" Pu Jia turned around and sat down on the square stool in front of the table: "You want to die quickly, I just want to change to an obedient colt!" ”

"You want to change horses," Zhong Liang coughed weakly, "you can kill me while I'm asleep." ”

Pu Jia's heart sank, and she only felt the cold sweat on her forehead dripping down.

Fortunately, Zhong Liang didn't say anything more. He didn't even look at her again, retracted his arm and closed his eyes again.

Pu Jia sat in front of him in a daze, her heart beating like a drum.

She didn't know if Zhong Liang was aware of her intentions just now, and she didn't know if he was still awake at the moment.

Can you do it again?

After the fright, she didn't have much courage left.

But this opportunity is really rare, if she misses it like this, how can she be willing!

The soaked handkerchief had been thrown to the ground by Zhong Liang. Even if you don't, you can't use it anymore.

Zhong Liang was much more sober than she originally thought. The strength with which he grabbed her wrist was still very strong.

This approach doesn't work.

Then—

Pu Jia turned her head to look at the short knife she had placed on the table earlier.

At first, she was reluctant to use a knife for fear of leaving a wound on Zhong Liang's body.

Now it seems that there is no need to be afraid.

With a knife in her hand, she is not afraid that she will not be able to do anything.

The injured Zhong Liang will definitely not be able to deal with her with a knife. As long as he is dead, even if she has avenged most of her revenge, even if she dies in this country's mansion, she can be blinded.

Thinking about it, Pu Jia gritted her teeth, grabbed the short knife and stood up again.