There was always a condensation smell on his body, like agarwood, and like medicinal incense.

At this time, the warm exhalation was full of blood, skimming her cheeks and lapping against her neck.

Murong Xi felt a tingling, and it was not good to push the person away directly, and after changing her posture and standing firmly, she bypassed Jiang Huaiyin's back with one hand, pulled his long arm with the other, and put it on her shoulder.

"Isn't the prince a martial artist? How can it hurt? Do you want me to take a look for the prince first? ”

Jiang Huaiyin leaned on her soft body and lowered her eyes.

"When did the king say he was hurt?"

Murong Xi dragged his body, a little struggling, and gasped: "But the smell of blood is so strong, and the prince's steps are also very vain——"

Jiang Huaiyin said: "This king has not slept for two days, and his physical strength is overdrawn. If the princess doesn't want to support the king, she can say it directly. ”

Murong Xi's eyes flashed with a look of struggle, and he was hesitating whether to push the person away, when he heard Jiang Huaiyin say coldly: "This king is Jingyuan." ”

Murong Xi: "? ”

"Jun Jing is like Ye, and Yuan Yu is standing up. Hehe. but with righteousness and intentions. Murong Xi complimented uncomfortably.

The small characters of the prince are mostly given by the emperor.

It can be inferred from this that Jiang Huaiyin's status in the heart of the first emperor can be seen.

But this is not a topic that needs to be concerned about at the moment, Murong Xi secretly looked at Jiang Huaiyin, he seemed to be full of energy and calm, if it wasn't for her leaning on his armpit to help him support, this body was likely to fall down at any time.

Murong Xi pursed her lips and said, "Lord Wang, let me see if you are injured, right?" ”

"Not necessarily." Jiang Huaiyin's slender fingertips pressed his temples, "There is a Penglai Inn not far ahead, and the right room of Tianzi is the room of this king." ”

Murong Xi nodded, and with a goal, he helped Jiang Huaiyin more vigorously towards the inn.

When he arrived at the inn, with the help of the light, Murong Xi finally saw the part of Jiang Huaiyin's right back shoulder, and the blood seeping was the size of a palm.

Murong Xi took out the needle sac, and her tone was unacceptable.

"Before I left, I brought gold sore medicine."

Jiang Huaiyin knew that he couldn't hide it, lowered his eyes and looked at the Buddha beads hanging on his wrist, and twisted them, "Before the residual poison in the king's body is completely removed, you must first ensure your own safety." This king made a move, just because of the solution-"

"I know."

Murong Xi couldn't help but interrupt Jiang Huaiyin's words, and reached out to untie his shirt.

Jiang Huaiyin looked at her actions, and did not have the slightest sense of rejection in her heart, and unexpectedly half of her body leaned in the direction of Murong Xi.

The wound was not deep, as if it had been wounded by some hidden weapon, and it was pierced in the center of the wolf's head scar on his back and shoulder.

Murong Xi pulled the candlestick closer, carefully sealed several acupuncture points with silver needles, stopped the speed of bleeding, and carefully wiped the blood off with a water-soaked handkerchief.

"Fortunately, the secret weapon is not poisonous."

Murong Xi said to Jiang Huaiyin with confidence, continued to move in his hands, and gently shook the small porcelain bottle, so that the powder in it could stick evenly to the wound.

After doing everything, Murong Xi glanced at the blood-soaked shirt, and then at Jiang Huaiyin, "Lord Wang, this dress is dirty." ”

In the dead of night, Jiang Huaiyin's voice was particularly low, "There is a change on the bed." ”

Murong Xi opened the package on the bed, and there were several clothes neatly stacked inside, not surprisingly, they were all pure white.

He took it casually, handed it to Jiang Huaiyin and said, "I'll go outside to guard first, and the prince will call me when he is changed." ”

"Stop." Jiang Huaiyin took the shirt and hung it on the crook of his arm, "Hugh has to stay away from the sight of this king, if you do it again, this king may not be able to save your life." ”

This trick of intimidation was very useful to Murong Xi.

When she thought about it, although Bashu was Jiang Huaiyin's nest, she hadn't been in contact for a long time, and it was very likely that someone would occupy the magpie's nest.

How many people Jiang Huaiyin secretly has, Murong Xi doesn't know.

Just from the fact that when inquiring about the palace, it can be seen that Jiang Huaiyin has the upper hand in terms of numbers.

Murong Xi stopped in place, thinking about it, and went around to the palace of the king.

I don't know if Lu Qingyuan is dead or not, and whether the Nightblade people can escape safely.

While thinking about it, the candle shadow in his sight suddenly trembled slightly, and a sturdy figure was reflected on the window paper, changing the clothes on his body-

Murong Xi's face suddenly turned crimson, and she closed her eyes tightly to adjust her breathing.

But as soon as I closed my eyes, the shadow began to repeat itself in my mind more clearly.

Murong Xi's breathing became heavier and heavier, she took a deep breath, and silently sang the gourd baby in her heart.

This song is a thriller song for her to watch ghost movies.

Whenever I was stimulated and couldn't calm down, I would turn it over and sing it again.

But time has passed, and in this situation, this "song of justice" does not seem to have the slightest effect.

The shadow slowly changed from a black-and-white film to a color—

She seemed to clearly see Jiang Huaiyin unbuttoning his shirt, seeing his solid and sexy chest, and his waist-

"What are you thinking?"

The cold voice was like an ice pick hung with frost, ruthlessly shattering the mirror in her mind, making the reverie scene shatter in an instant.

Murong Xi opened her eyes suddenly, Jiang Huaiyin stood in front of her at some point, and she didn't need to look at it to know that her face at the moment must be yellow!

In the blink of an eye, Murong Xi hurriedly turned around, avoiding Jiang Huaiyin's inquiring gaze, and said hesitantly: "I, I'm thinking, thinking - whether the Night Blade will escape safely." ”

Jiang Huaiyin looked at her panicked back, and slightly hooked the corners of her lips, "You should ask, will anyone from Lu Qingyuan's group of unpopular subordinates leave alive." ”

Murong Xi: "...... But there are many of them. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a soft knock on the door.

It was Nightblade's voice, "Master, none are left. ”

Murong Xi: "......"

Jiang Huaiyin's clothes were neatly dressed, and he was as beautiful as ever, and he sat on the chair and responded lightly: "Come in." ”

The words fell, and the door was slowly pushed open.

Nightblade's appearance was a little embarrassed, his expression was still condensed, and he said to Jiang Huaiyin: "Master, my subordinates are derelict in their duties, and they didn't find out the details of Lu Qingyuan, so that she has been lurking in the palace for many years. ”

"That's it." Jiang Huaiyin didn't raise his eyelids, and said faintly: "The dark night door is pervasive, when Lu Qingyuan entered the palace, he must have done enough disguise, and even this king didn't see her abnormality, I don't blame you." ”

Nightblade was ready to receive the punishment, and the action of bowing was about to turn into kneeling on one knee, and he didn't want to hear Jiang Huaiyin's words regardless of his previous suspicions, and he couldn't help but raise his eyes in a daze.

When did the prince become so magnanimous?

Murong Xi didn't notice anything wrong, and nodded, "It's true that Night Blade is not to blame for this, but there is one thing that Night Blade seems to deserve death!" ”

Nightblade wondered, "Please make it clear to the princess." ”

"You have something to hide from me, and you didn't tell me that the prince didn't leave Bashu, so I almost lost my life!" Murong Xi glared at the Night Blade viciously, openly and secretly complaining about Jiang Huaiyin's distrust.

Jiang Huaiyin naturally heard Murong Xi's ulterior motives, and his fingers, which had nowhere to place, took out the Buddha beads and twisted them in the palm of his hand, ignoring the frightened gaze of the night blade for help.

Nightblade: "The subordinate is Bong-"

"Nightblade!" Jiang Huaiyin pointed his fingers, and swept the night blade with his eyes, "Go and bring people over, this king will interrogate him personally!" ”

Murong Xi's mind was so easily abducted by Jiang Huaiyin's words, and asked curiously, "Didn't you leave no room for life?" Who does the prince want to interrogate? ”

Jiang Huaiyin smiled incomprehensibly, "When people come, the princess will know." ”