The evil concubine who confuses the world, the spirit master who defies the sky

Chapter 3
When he woke up again, he was on a slightly cool jade bed. Medicine was applied to the wound on his body, and the pain eased a little.

"Little bastard, you're finally awake!" The thick voice sounded, and it exploded in my ears like thunder.

Ji Yehuan frowned, then turned to look at the old man standing by the bed.

The old man looked sixty to seventy years old, except for the graying of his temples, he was in good spirits, and he was glaring at her angrily, with a look of hatred for iron.

"You bastard, you're so overreaching! For a woman, it's nothing more than a dozen heartfelt guards, and I almost lost my life! If Seventeen hadn't arrived in time, you would have come back alive!"

Before Ji Yehuan said anything, Shi Qi at the end of the bed suddenly knelt down on one knee, and said in a deep voice, "It's my subordinate who neglected his duty and didn't stop Young Master."

Ji Mingwu was furious: "What are you blocking? This bastard asked you to protect that Miss Liu family, can you still separate yourself to stop him?!"

He gets angry when he mentions this.

Seventeen was his personal bodyguard who had been cultivated by himself to protect Ji Yehuan.

As a result, Liu Chenxi gave up the most powerful guard with a word, and he was so angry that his heart ached.

Ji Yehuan was lying on the bed, listening to Ji Mingwu's previous "heroic deeds" of the original owner, and fell asleep in his cadenced and energetic voice.

"Stinky boy, did you hear that!"

Seeing that Ji Yehuan was out of his mind, Ji Mingwu took it for granted that she was thinking about her fiancée again, so he didn't come up for a while, and almost gave up.

The brat himself almost died, but he was still thinking about the culprit, what evil did he do to give birth to such a grandson?
Ji Mingwu was so angry that he broke the jar and said, "You can do whatever you want, I don't care about you!"

It doesn't matter, but the worry on his face is urgent but there is no shortage.

Amidst his non-stop chanting, a voice as clear as a spring resounded faintly: "My head hurts."

Ji Mingwu silenced his voice in an instant, stared at her and asked, "Boy, what did you say?"

Ji Yehuan raised his eyelids, and said lazily, "I said, you are too loud, it gave me a headache."

"!!!" With a loud voice, Ji Mingwu was so blocked that he couldn't speak, standing on the bed like a lion who just wanted to get angry but could only hold back.

He cursed a few words in a low voice, although his expression was still unkind, his voice subconsciously softened, "Do you know it hurts now?"

"It didn't hurt at first." Ji Yehuan turned over, turned his back to Ji Mingwu and said, "I want to rest, and no one should bother me."

Ji Mingwu's eyes were as big as copper bells, and he really wanted to pick this kid up and practice him.

Being so disrespectful, it really hurts her for nothing!
The old man glared at Ji Yehuan a few times, lowered his voice and told Shi Qi to keep watch, walked out cursing, and closed the door softly.

The old man's angry cursing voice can still be heard from a long distance away.

Shi Qi stood up and looked at the boy on the bed. The boy was slender, and because he turned sideways, he could only see a jade-white ear.

There was a strange look in the eyes of the guard in black, and he quietly retreated to the end of the bed, disappearing in the shadow behind the bed.

……

This time the injury was serious, and Ji Yehuan had to lie on the bed for half a month before recovering. The weather was fine that day, so she took Shi Qi to the street on horseback.

The streets of the capital are still bustling. People in the capital who haven't seen the dandy of the Ji family for a long time have witnessed Ji Yehuan's heroic appearance again today.

The young man was dressed in red, with bright facial features, red lips and white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows.He rode over from a distance, with that flamboyant and vivid expression, as if the person in the painting had come to life, which attracted the eyes of many girls from good families.

Ji Yehuan's flying horse was about to run past a tea house when suddenly a transparent water jet shot from above like a sharp sword, hitting the young man's cheek.

Countless people exclaimed in low voices.

"Young Master, be careful!" Seventeen quickly flew up, but because of the sudden incident and the distance, it was obvious that the rescue was not in time.

Seeing that the water jet was about to hit his face, Ji Yehuan suddenly bent back so that his upper body was almost parallel to the horse's back.

The horse was still running, and the water splashed down from the top of its body and splashed on the ground, making a crisp sound, leaving several deep and shallow pits.

The crowd exclaimed again.

There were not many people in the capital who didn't know that Ji Yehuan couldn't cultivate, and that the sneak attacker used spiritual power. If the tea hit Ji Yehuan directly, he would definitely be seriously injured.

Who is so bold?

Seeing that Ji Yehuan was not injured, Shi Qi calmed down a little, sat back quickly, and rode his horse to Ji Yehuan's side.

Ji Yehuan straightened her body, reined in the reins, and the horse neighed and turned back to the teahouse.

She raised her head and saw a yellow-clothed young man with a broad face and a fat body standing by the window on the second floor.

Feng Zhi was still holding the teacup in his hand, and he was obviously a little surprised to see Ji Yehuan hiding in the past.

But he quickly realized, and said to Ji Yehuan with disdain, "Oh, isn't this the Ji family's trash and his dog?"

The disdain in the voice was so clear that even others could hear it clearly.

When Ji Yehuan rode over, there was no one around her, and she was hiding from a distance, quietly watching the situation here.

Ji Yehuan chuckled lightly, straightened his slightly messy hair at the temples, "Since Mr. Feng is so enthusiastic, how can I not say hello?"

(End of this chapter)