Sick King and Concubine

Chapter 122 Whose heart is cut (3)
When he sat on the bed, he took off his mask. At this moment, his face was already covered with cold sweat. He closed his eyes quietly, and the fine cold sweat slowly condensed and then flowed into the air. A small stream of water dripped down.

After the cold sweat on his face completely disappeared, he opened his eyes, and then slowly unbuttoned his clothes.

While explaining it, he was thinking about what he said to her just now. He knew that Ah Li was like a tortoise emotionally, and he shrank back at the slightest sign of trouble, probably because he was afraid of being hurt.But if she is afraid, those things she bought in the past are so fearless.He knew the hesitation in her heart, but he didn't have any more time.He can't wait for the opportunity to get to know her step by step, and then slowly brew feelings, he can only tie her by his side, and he slowly weaves a web, but he just hopes that she can be by his side well .

It's just that tonight, he finally said it out. He once thought that as long as she was well, it would be fine, but now, because he got a little response, did he want to ask for more?How much he wanted to one day, after those complicated fates were swept away.You can hold her hand to see the mountains and rivers together, they will have children, and then the children and grandchildren will circle around the group, when they are gray-haired, they will make a vow of rebirth on the way to death.

But, afterlife?How could he have an afterlife?

However, it was just passing by in this life for a short time, but he was already reluctant to let go.

He took off the clothes on his body and threw them aside. The body that had no trace in the past showed vertical and horizontal scars at this moment, and there was also a hideous ups and downs on his shoulders. Under those scars, the clear However, a strange red color oozes out from the muscles and bones, which is the raised red tendons.

He took out a dagger from the side, and it was made of the same black iron as Jiang Li's "Chixia", named "Blue Scale".The blue-scaled blade flickered slightly, and had already drawn a trace along the red undulating veins, but no blood flowed out.

There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, did it all look like this?Even if you pick the most painful tendons, there is no reaction yet?He didn't know when the thing planted on his body would backfire, but now it seems that at least he can hide it from her for a while.

He didn't even dare to stay with her now, just because he was afraid that she would find out.

He, Chu Yu, actually has something to be afraid of, like the anxiety when he saw her for the first time?
He lowered his eyes slightly, and ruthlessly picked the blue scales into his muscles and bones. Seeing that a little blood finally emerged there, he threw the dagger on the table next to him with a "ding", and then fell headfirst onto the bed.

In the early morning of the second day, Jiang Li turned to the next door after washing up. Chu Yu's room was still tightly closed.

The fight last night made those little girls panic. The guards of Da Zhou who pretended to be noble children were all lined up. Jiang Li knew that he was just in a coma. hand.But no matter what, it is obviously not an ordinary person who can provoke Da Zhou's guards to chase this place, but Jiang Li doesn't care about it, this person is just a quick glimpse on the way.

She turned her gaze to the stove, but there was a hint of doubt in her eyes. It was clear that the drug was burned last night, but who was the person who put the drug?Last night, she felt that there should be a thrilling adventure, but now, she found that there was a power secretly retreating silently. That power was probably the person who planted Gu on that girl and poisoned that man, but it was Because of Chu Yu?If it was really Chu Yu, then what was Chu Yu's real identity?
When she walked out of the inn, the snow had already lightened a lot. It was expected that it would stop at noon today. The snowy sky was clear and looked very vast.

Jiang Li looked at the carriage placed under the eaves. Although it covered some snow, the exposed part was still covered with a thick layer.

She was watching when suddenly a cloak fell over her body.

Her first reaction was Chu Yu, but when she looked back, she saw Feng Zhiheng standing behind her, and said gently, "Girl, be careful you're freezing."

Jiang Li smiled slightly, then took off his cloak, held it in both hands and returned it: "I'm not cold."

Except for Chu Yu, she has never accepted anything from others. Of course, when she and Chu Yu were at the Lantern Festival for the first time, she didn't know what happened, so he put the cloak on in a daze, and completely refused. No words can come out.

She suddenly remembered the tenderness on her forehead that night. She thought it was an illusion at the time, but now it seems that it is not an illusion anymore.If he started thinking about himself so early, where did these thoughts come from?
There was a vague uneasiness in her heart.

Jiang Li fell into deep thought alone, but didn't realize that Feng Zhiheng was also looking at her.

Jiang Li held the cloak in her hand, realized that Feng Zhiheng didn't take it back, then stuffed the cloak into her arms, backed away and said, "My little girl can't afford such a gift."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly turned around, thought for a while, and then walked towards the carriage next to him, ready to get something.

Feng Zhiheng looked at her back, with a gleam in his eyes, and slowly turned his body.

Some things, take your time.

Jiang Li gently patted the snow powder on her body as she walked, and then walked towards the carriage.

Her hand had just lifted the curtain of the carriage, and suddenly it didn't move.

Sitting in the carriage was a woman in black gauze, facing her sideways.

The weather is obviously very cold, but this woman is wearing tulle, her fragrant shoulders are half exposed, a trace is like snow, her soft long hair hangs down gently, and there is a carved bronze mirror in front of her, and now, she is elegant Sitting inside, holding a comb in his hand, he slowly combed his cloud temples.

Jiang Li looked at the copper mirror, from which a woman's face was reflected like a fish and a wild goose.

She had seen this face that night at Pegasus Ranch, the woman who caught and saved herself.

She combed her hair slowly to the end, then slowly turned her head, and shouted at her: "Miss."

Jiang Li's heart suddenly calmed down.

Feng Zhiheng has already left, and he has no choice but to ask for help, so it is better to wait and see what happens.

Jiang Li smiled and said, "Now it's time to tell me my name."

The woman turned her head to look at Jiang Li, and said with a smile, "If you don't mind Missy, you can call me Jiyue."

After thinking for a while, Jiang Li simply got into the carriage, and then took out a teapot from the carriage. The tea in the teapot was already cold, and even a fine layer of ice had formed.

Jiyue took the teapot from Jiang Li's hand, then pinched it with her hand, took out the teacup on the small table next to it, and then tilted the teapot slightly.

(End of this chapter)