The constant whipping just now did not make Yang Jiao frown, but now when he saw Jiang Xuening, he frowned lightly and said:

"If my father-in-law is still angry in his heart, just punish me, and please let her go."

A smile appeared on King Pingnan's face:

"Then how can it be done, the little girl who was finally invited, how can she say that she will let it go? Unless."

His expression changed:

"Your relationship with Yan Mu, you don't need to say more about this king, although he will not be used by this king, but if there is the persuasion of your nephew, who has loved and felt guilty since childhood, the result is still unknown."

"You were cultivated by this king, and I know that there must be a way for Yan Mu to willingly submit to this king."

"Now, since you have said that the magnates in the capital are miserable by Shen Jue, then this king wants you to persuade Yan Mu to take the lead in raising troops all the way south and going straight to the capital."

Seeing that Yang Jiao was silent, King Pingnan raised the horsewhip in his hand:

"What? You don't agree? ”

Jiang Xuening hurriedly knelt down and pleaded:

"He was stabbed before, and he couldn't stand the beating anymore, and now everything he does is to say that he has me in his heart, as long as you promise not to hurt him again, I can help you persuade him."

King Pingnan put down his hand holding the horsewhip and said:

"You see, the second girl Jiang is much more affectionate and righteous than you, thank you, as long as you help this king succeed, you and I are still father and son, when I take this country, the whole big cadre is still our father and son, but if you ignore the love of father and son and are ungrateful, then can this Jiang second girl survive today"

Yang Jiao helped Jiang Xuening up and said lightly:

"I promise you."

King Pingnan laughed loudly and glanced at the injuries on Yang Jiao's body:

"Okay, you should have done this a long time ago, send Mr. Du Jun and Second Miss Jiang back to the room, remember to prepare all the required items, and don't have any slack."

He said to Yang Jiao again:

"Mr. Du Jun, you can move around here at will, and no one dares to stop you."

Then he reminded Jiang Xuening with deep meaning:

"Second Miss Jiang, what about you, just rest obediently in the room, don't move."

After a while, Jiang Xuening helped Yang Jiao to a spacious bedroom, only to see clean robes and wound medicine on the table in the room.

However, after the door was closed, Jiang Xuening let go of his hand as soon as possible, Yang Jiao didn't care, walked to the table and sat down slowly, and said:

"With your temperament, there will be no kneeling and begging for mercy at all, it seems that it is all acting."

"I know that I can't fight hard, do you want to continue to fight?" Jiang Xuening walked over and picked up a bottle of wound medicine:

"Take off your clothes, I'll give you medicine, I don't know how long I'm going to stay in this Longtan Tiger's Den, it's always inconvenient to be injured."

A hint of discoloration flashed in Yang Jiao's eyes, and when he untied his belt with both hands, he showed an extremely difficult, weak and unable to take care of himself.

Suddenly, Jiang Xuening put down the medicine in his hand and said:

"You have whiplash wounds on your arms and back, and you can't move, so I'll do it."

While she was talking, she bent down to help Yang Jiao untie her belt, and then took off her upper clothes, and after catching a glimpse of the knife wound in her abdomen, she couldn't help but be stunned, and a complex and indescribable color appeared in her eyes.

When applying the wound medicine, Jiang Xuening couldn't help but preach:

"Actually, as long as you don't come, it's useless for them to keep me, and I will use some tricks that don't go into the flow to put some false news in Beijing to the old thief, maybe I can get a blessing in disguise, not only escape your control, but also get free."

"It's good for you, come alone, who wants you to save it, your own life is small, but Lu Xian, what about the sword book, and Xue Dingfei who pretended to be your real identity, what do you let them do?"

After she applied the wound medicine, she saw that Yang Jiao never replied, and immediately walked in front of him, but saw that his eyes seemed to contain the Milky Way, full of stars, and looked at herself for a moment, and couldn't help but be stared at blushing and heartbeat.

Especially when he thought of what he said to himself just now, his cheeks turned even redder.

"Hearing what you said, I think everything you showed before was not all acting, you still care about me and care about me, don't you?"

When Jiang Xuening heard this, she hurriedly said:

"When is it, you still think about this."

After speaking, he sat on the stool, not daring to look directly at Yang Jiao.

Yang Jiao reached out and picked up the clean robe on the table and put it on his body, and after he put it on, Jiang Xuening seemed to calm down the emotions in his heart, and asked:

"What did King Pingnan mention, what do you think, you won't really persuade Marquis Yongyi to lead the Yan family army south, right? I don't believe you came unprepared, every time you used to have your own plan, always one step at a time, this time you are alone and one, except to save me, what else do you have to plan? ”

Yang Jiao said warmly:

"Now that the situation of the court has stabilized, the power of the saint is in his hands, and there is the loyalty of the Yan family who has been loyal to the martyrs for generations, King Pingnan knows that if he continues to wait, the only thing waiting for him is destruction, so that he will jump over the wall in such a hurry and force me to persuade the Yan family."

"Before the rebels of King Pingnan in the capital were all arrested, I asked Xue Dingfei and others to cut off contact with King Pingnan and stay in the capital with peace of mind."

"So, I have to take the opportunity to attack you this time."

"However, this can be regarded as a godsend, just take advantage of this to capture the thief and capture the king first, and completely quell these rebellions."

Jiang Xuening was sure in her heart and asked:

"And what are you going to do?"

Yang Jiao said in a deep voice:

"Write a letter to Lord Yan and ask him to send troops south to confuse King Pingnan, and then carry out a plan to secretly settle Chen Cang."

Starry Night.

"For the sake of your injury, I'll give you the bed, and I'll lie on the table" Before Jiang Xuening finished speaking, she was pulled by Yang Jiao, fell to the bed together, and then covered her mouth.

"Don't move, there's someone watching." Seeing Jiang Xuening nodding to understand, Yang Jiao immediately let go of his hand and said in a low voice:

"King Pingnan believes that love is born of desire, and today's performance of you and me in front of him has made him feel that there is indeed something between you and me, but if we are alone and widowed in the same room, but nothing happens, do you think he will believe it?"

"If you and I don't do anything, it will only make him think that I have no intention of lingering at all, and everything was just a delaying tactic before, and now most of them are thinking about how to deal with him, thinking of a way to get out."

Jiang Xuening stammered a little:

"So?"

Yang Jiao snorted and hit her face:

"Ning Er, you have always been very good at acting, why do you have to ask me?"

For a moment, Jiang Xuening didn't react, and asked in a daze:

"Play what?"

Yang Jiao suddenly pressed lightly on her waist, and a delicate voice sounded on the bed, only listening to the delicate with a little demon, and a little charming in the soft.

Jiang Xuening was short of breath and blushed with shame:

"You, you."

Yang Jiao's tone was calm:

"As long as King Pingnan believes that I am obsessed with you, and the more he feels that he can pinch me, the safer you and I will be, and do you want me to continue to help you?"

When Jiang Xuening heard this, she tilted her head slightly, and said with a hot face:

"No, I don't. You help, can't I act? ”

After a while, she stammered a little:

"Can you turn your head away?"

After a while, a delicate sound sounded in the bedroom.

After more than half an hour, Jiang Xuening was busy lying on her side at the innermost part of the bed, then covered her face with the quilt, and said angrily:

"Sleep where you like now, don't say anything to me."

A hint of sorrow appeared between Yang Jiao's eyebrows, and he immediately coughed heavily, as if he was about to be infected with a cold.

Suddenly, there was a murmuring sound on the bed, and Yang Jiao's body had a layer of quilt.

Then, Jiang Xuening's urn sound was heard:

"It's cold, you're just injured, if you get infected with wind and cold again, how can you deal with King Pingnan."

(End of chapter)