"Yangyang!!"

"Miss!"

Three voices rang out at the same time, nervousness, worry, and endless anger poured out directly in the chest pain of the two men at the same time, the eyes of the two men widened at the same time, Wanxue was so frightened that she covered her mouth, although Bai Feng Junli had already withdrawn the sword, but it was too late, the sword deviated from the original direction, and blood flowed out of Jiang Weiyang's left shoulder......

With a bang, the sword in Feng Junli's hand fell directly to the ground, and the whole person was in a state of panic: "Someone is coming, pass on the imperial doctor!" “

"Yangyang, how are you?" Jiang Zijing smoothly hugged Jiang Weiyang, who was blocking in front of her, into his arms, and the three souls scared away the seven spirits, and his voice trembled, "Why are you so stupid?" Can he still kill me? “

"Brother, I'm fine!" Jiang Weiyang forced the sharp pain in his shoulder, and comforted Jiang Zijing softly, although his left shoulder was injured, fortunately, Feng Junli had already withdrawn the sword, and the injury was not very serious, but it was just some flesh wounds.

"You let her go!"

A hoarse voice came out of his throat, and the next moment Feng Junli had already snatched the person in Jiang Zijing's arms, Jiang Zijing wanted to do it again, but he couldn't bear it for the sake of Jiang Weiyang's injury, and now like this, if the two of them do it again, it will only make Jiang Weiyang suffer, Feng Junli, this man, doesn't know what retirement is at all, for the sake of Yangyang, he has to endure it.

Jiang Weiyang endured the severe pain and looked at him with a frown, the blood on his shoulders slowly seeped out, the cold sweat on his forehead, the strength of the whole person seemed to be taken away, and it was a little difficult to open his mouth, no matter how he listened, he had a feeling of anger: "Are you satisfied now?" “

"Not satisfied!" Feng Junli looked at her with a torch in his eyes, and his voice choked out directly from his lungs, "It's all hurt like this, this king is still satisfied!" What about the Imperial Doctor? Why hasn't it arrived yet?? “

Looking at the blood slowly oozing out of Jiang Weiyang's shoulder, Feng Junli was obviously irritable to the extreme, his patience was exhausted, and Wanxue ran in and out.

"Lord Wang, let me take a look, the imperial doctor hasn't arrived yet!"

Just as Feng Junli was roaring, Ziyue Huanting's figure appeared in front of them, still holding various medicine bottles in her hands, and her eyebrows were slightly tufted when her eyes touched Jiang Weiyang's wound.

"Okay, this king almost forgot, you are the best at this!" Feng Junli breathed a sigh of relief, got up and carried Jiang Weiyang into the back room, and put him directly on the soft couch, "Ziyue is still better than the imperial doctor in this regard, don't worry, it'll be fine!" “

Jiang Weiyang was so painful that he couldn't speak, he just nodded reluctantly, and saw Jiang Zijing and Wanxue who followed up with a faint smile, relieved them, Wanxue stood beside Jiang Zijing, tears falling down one by one.

"Lord Wang, you retreat, I have to untie the princess's clothes before I can check the wound!" Ziyue glanced at Feng Junli's somewhat embarrassed opening.

"Undress, undress, why are you letting me retreat!" Feng Junli's whole mind was on Jiang Weiyang, where else could he take care of, only after half a sound did he react, and glanced at Jiang Zijing behind him, "If you want to go out, he will go out, this king is the husband of Yang Yang, why go out!" ”

Yangyang, if you hurt, you will shout out!

Jiang Weiyang wanted to open her mouth to let her out, but the wound hurt badly, and he didn't care about entangling with him, besides, it's just a shoulder, just look at it, she is a woman in the new era, and she is not so pedantic, so she glanced directly and didn't want to take care of Feng Junli, she didn't look good, but it was just a shoulder, in the twenty-first century, wearing suspenders and bandeaus, which were exposed on the street, the world could see it, and he was a prince and there was nothing to look at.

"If you don't go out yet, does your brother even want to see his sister's body?" Before Ziyue's fingers untied Jiang Weiyang's clothes, Feng Junli found that Jiang Zijing was still standing, and he couldn't help but be manic again.

"Young Master, the slave will accompany you to the outhouse and wait!" Wanxue couldn't help but remind Jiang Zijing that it was indeed inappropriate to stay here like this, and it was no wonder that the prince was angry, but she thought that the eldest young master was too worried about the young master, so he forgot to pay attention to the details.

Jiang Zijing glanced at Jiang Weiyang who was lying on the soft couch with his head pouted, and retreated: "I'll go out and wait, you are here to accompany Yangyang!" In a shallow consciousness, Jiang Zijing's loyalty to Wanxue is still very reassuring.

Feng Junli thought about him, her eyes were motionless as she watched Ziyue pull her clothes to her chest, revealing a large piece of fragrant shoulders, and a deep scar on her white skin was lying at this time, a steady stream of blood donations were being made, which was dazzling and shocking.

"Ziyue, there won't be such a problem, right?" Feng Junli's heart was beating wildly, he was not a person who had never seen blood, and he knew that this was just a flesh wound, but he still couldn't help but worry.

Ziyue looked at Feng Junli and gently shook her head to indicate that he was okay, then cleared the wound again, and then looked at Jiang Weiyang and reminded: "Princess, I will help you with the medicine now, this medicine may be a little painful, you bear with it!" “

"I'm fine!" These three words were almost spit out by Jiang Weiyang's breath faintly, and the pain swept the whole person, if it was impossible to say that it was okay, in the twenty-first century, the opportunity to be injured like this is too rare, and such a heart-wrenching pain is also the first time to experience it.

"Yangyang, if it hurts, you will shout out!" Looking at Jiang Weiyang's stubborn little face that was already sweating densely on her forehead in pain, and she was still trying her best to hide it, Feng Junli's big hand held her slightly trembling little hand, and her heart seemed to be pushed to the guillotine and was full of fear.

Jiang Weiyang continued to ignore it, she has no strength to shout now, if she has this strength, what she wants to say most now is to let her get out, the farther she goes, the better!

"Pain ......" As Ziyue put the medicinal powder on her wound, a piercing pain rose from the bottom of her heart, and the pain seemed to remove her heart alive, and all the consciousness in her mind was only one pain word.

"Ziyue, you tap!" Seeing Jiang Weiyang's teeth clasped into his lips, blood flowed out of the cracked lips, and the whimpering sound was painful, Feng Junli couldn't hold back anymore, a pair of lips directly covered it, pried open her mouth, and the next moment Jiang Weiyang's teeth hit his lips directly, and the blood stains of the two were filled together, spreading between the lips.

Ziyue's eyes widened and she looked at the heads that were put together on the soft collapse, the blood flowed from her lips to Jiang Weiyang's pink neck, and drop by drop fell on the white fragrant shoulders, she never thought that the enchanting and cold prince would have such a domineering and tender side.

This king will not give you this chance!

I always thought that his face was hot, his heart was cold, so cold that he didn't even have a chance for a woman to get close, but he didn't expect that such a woman would enter his heart.

"Lord Wang, if you don't let go of the princess, she will be suffocated by your kiss!" Ziyue Shang gave a faint reminder, and then reached out and gently put Jiang Weiyang's clothes together.

Hearing this, Jiang Weiyang's teeth loosened, Feng Junli let go of her, didn't care about the bitten bloody lips, just wiped the dense beads of sweat on her forehead with the sleeves of her shirt, and a pair of eyes fell on Jiang Weiyang's stubborn face, and said softly: "Yangyang, are you better?" “

"I want to see my brother!" Jiang Weiyang said in a low voice, and he didn't look at him angrily.

"You're going to go with him?!" Feng Junli's face sank instantly, anger arose, and when her eyes skimmed the treated wound on her shoulder, her tone softened again, "I admit that I hurt you by mistake, it's my fault, but Yangyang, you are a married princess, what does it mean to go to the frontier with your brother?!" “

"Who said I was going to the Frontier?" Jiang Weiyang is a little funny, I don't know if this man's brain is showing, or in his eyes she is such a person, when did she say that she was going to the frontier, should she take it out of context so much?

"You didn't mean that?" Feng Junli had to admit that he was overjoyed when he heard this, lowered his head and turned his stubborn face over, and confronted him, "It's Jiang Zijing's wishful thinking, right?" “

God knows how angry he was when he heard this sentence, she said that she wanted him to cook, he really went to cook, and it took him half a day to make a bowl of peach blossom lotus seed soup after learning from the imperial chef, and he happily brought it over with his own hands, but he saw such a scene, and heard Jiang Zijing keep saying that he wanted to take her away, he was really angry at that time, and he didn't care about her words, now that he thinks about it, it seems that Jiang Zijing was talking alone.

"I want to see my brother!!" Jiang Weiyang looked at him, but he didn't answer his words, but he just wanted to see Jiang Zijing in a determined tone, and although his voice was low, he couldn't refuse.

"Okay, but this king must be present as well!" Looking at his stubborn little face, Feng Junli sighed for a while This woman is really soft and hard, except for her, he really has no choice, "Wanxue, call your stupid young master in!" “

Wanxue hurriedly turned around and went out, Ziyue stepped aside, just looking at Feng Junli, a trace of pain in her eyes spread, but no one noticed.

"Yangyang!" As soon as Jiang Zijing entered the door, he saw Jiang Weiyang on the soft couch with a pale face, and there was a faint blood stain on the corner of his lips, which was obviously bitten by himself, and then glanced at Feng Junli, there was a similar scene, "Yangyang, brother is sorry for you!" “

If he wasn't useless, Yang Yang wouldn't have been injured, Jiang Weiyang was afraid that Feng Junli would hurt him, so he would suddenly block in front of him, if he had beaten Feng Junli, Yang Yang would not have suffered this.

"Yang Yang is fine, brother don't blame yourself!" Jiang Weiyang struggled to get up, Jiang Zijing just wanted to help her, but was pushed away by Feng Junli, and looked at him with a cold look, the meaning was obvious, his woman could only be hugged by him.

Jiang Zijing sighed, and had to withdraw his hand, fortunately, Feng Junli didn't seem to be so ruthless to his sister, he naturally knew that if he hadn't withdrawn the sword in time, Yang Yang would have only hurt his shoulder, it was estimated that half his life was going to be gone, and his nervous expression just now didn't seem to be pretending, while breathing a sigh of relief, there was another emotion in his heart, which made his taste sour.