Heartburn

"This is Mr. Wei, the master of Baiyun Valley, known as the "Poison Fairy"." This is the first time I have seen Jiang Zhuo take the initiative to introduce someone to someone. The other person is still a young man, and I feel a little awkward for some reason.

However, since he was the purpose of my trip, after all, I was asking for help, so I barely smiled and nodded.

But seeing him wave his hand indifferently. Although he is self-effacing, the sight that fell straight on my face from the time I entered the door revealed a bit of teasing: "Heh, I can't talk about'Poison Fairy', but Well, except for the poisoner and me, the poison of this young lady is probably unsolvable in this world."

"So, then there will be Mr. Lao Wei." Look at him, but he is only in his twenties, no matter how talented is he, how profound can he be in medicine? If Jiang Zhuo hadn't confirmed his identity, I wouldn't believe it, let alone deal with him.

Unexpectedly, he snorted contemptuously, scanned me from start to finish without concealing it, and then asked in surprise: "This lady takes herself too seriously, right? When did I say I was going to do this? Are you detoxified?"

I was choked by him, my face stiffened involuntarily-dare to love him before he was teasing me?

"This king..." I deliberately used Kuang Xihan's status as a prince to suppress his arrogance, but then I stopped speaking: When did I get used to overpowering others to solve problems?

What is the difference between this kind of almost instinctive behavior to profit from the gap in status and status, and what I have most spurned on?

Does this mean that I was unconsciously transforming into the inherent thinking mode of the privileged class, becoming more and more like Ling Wang's way of thinking... This thought made me startled and swallowed the original words. .

"Mr. Wei, this one is His Royal Highness Ling Wang. The name of Mr. Mu came from a long time. He also asked him to diagnose and treat His Highness. There will be a great thank you afterwards." Jiang Zhuo arched his hands towards the Mr. Wei with his nose and eyes erect. Said the voice.

"Yo, King Ling!" He took an exaggerated step back, pulling his shirt as a fright, but there was a deep sarcasm hidden in his eyes, "Is your Excellency that bully and all-wicked Highness Ling Wang? Really? Disrespect, disrespect!"

"It seems that Mr. Wei has some misunderstandings about this king," I can tell: I am afraid that this "poisonous fairy" has a big prejudice against me. Since the meeting, he has changed his way to humiliate me, as if he intended to provoke me— —In this case, I can’t do what he said, “You don’t deal with this king, this king doesn’t blame you, but how innocent are the guards who came here with me? They protect this king all the way, and who knows they will die? You Baiyun Valley Forest...As the Valley Master, shouldn't you give this king an explanation?"

"Tsk, confess? It's not me who trespassed in other people's houses." He licked, tilted his head nonchalantly, "Your palace guards, they are simply vulnerable! Even the traps in the outermost part of my Baiyun Valley are If you can’t hide, who can be blamed if your skills are not good? It is worthy of being a guard from the Ling Palace. There are really what kind of masters, what kind of subordinates..."

"You—" The reason for my irritation is not all his contempt and disgrace to me, but more of his disrespect for the dead and disregard for human lives-anyway, the guards are dead. Under the trap he set up, no matter what reason, he could not erase his sin of strangling his life.

Even if I rationally warned myself not to be impulsive, and not to resort to violence with grievances, but facing that seductive and arrogant face, I really wish I had the strength to slap it up.

I was very angry in my heart, but I suffered from weakness and weakness in my hands and feet, so I could only clenched my fists bitterly and stared at him hard.

"Why, you are so embarrassed to become angry? Huh, you really have a face to get angry at me?" He sneered, and deliberately walked two steps to the bed, but Jiang Zhuo's cold face was stopped by Jiang Zhuo-I was surprised to find his face His smile stagnated, he almost couldn't hold back, his face changed again and again, and he returned to his mocking look.

It seemed that he wanted to get closer, so that it would be easier to provoke my anger; but Jiang Zhuo unexpectedly stopped him and taught him not to act rashly anymore.

Because her back is facing me, I can’t see Jiang Zhuo’s expression, but she stood firmly out of my bed, and her attitude to protect me couldn’t be clearer—the long and tall back figure taught me to move and feel at ease. The anger that had been provoked before has also subsided a lot.

The arrogance of the surname Wei, when I thought he would be somewhat restrained, rose sharply, a bit more rampant than before, as if the person who was squeezed and provoked by words was him instead of me. Normally: "Since His Royal Highness Ling has mentioned the explanation, then I have to ask, where is my disciple who was ordered to go to see a doctor in Guanlan City?"

His question stumped me.

If I remember correctly, when our convoy encountered the first wave of attacks, the male disciple of Baiyun Valley was met by accident... an unarmed man, but just a body, in such a critical situation, who Will you still remember to protect him?

But at this moment, if I hadn't taught him to question, I'm afraid I would have never remembered this person.

This is not his fault, but my sorrow.

I never felt that my life was superior to others, it was worthy of hundreds of guards fighting for their lives, desperately trying to rescue them; but at the moment of life and death threats, I still subconsciously ran away...Leaving other people behind, I just wanted to escape.

"This king... he..." I met his aggressive eyes, and I murmured, but it was difficult to continue-I wanted to explain, but I couldn't talk about it, I wanted to apologize, but I couldn't hold back my face.

"Don't even want to bluff me, my poor little apprentice, has died on the road long ago, isn't it?" He raised his mouth, his eyes staring at me were cold and bitter, "His death, and You can't get rid of the relationship! Shouldn't you be responsible for it?"

"Yes, I'm all to blame." I sighed, and I had no intention to shirk, and simply spread the words, "So, how are you going to be?"

I did not kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. It is not an exaggeration to say that I killed the person; not only him, but also the guards... It is all my blood debt, and I cannot escape.

"His Royal Highness is serious." At this moment, Jiang Zhuo, who had been silent for a long time, said indifferently, "If you are wronged, you have a debt, and Mr. Wei, don't blame the wrong person-the master behind the scenes is someone else."

I knew she was trying to protect me, but I paid attention to her tone, but I felt that she meant something--there was a strange color flashing in Mr. Wei's eyes, which made me even more puzzled.

I couldn't figure it out, but suppressed these chaotic doubts.

"Even if she didn't do it, she wouldn't have to be responsible?" In an inexplicable silence, for a moment, Mr. Wei sneered, then sneered at me nonchalantly, and said coolly, "I don't have to pay my life - anyway, she After being caught by the poison, it took a few days to live, and the right should be retribution!"

This is extremely vicious. I don’t think I’m a narrow-minded person, but I was so angry that I couldn’t have any seizures. I felt a burst of blood in my chest and a sweet throat. I couldn’t help turning my head and vomiting. The blood came—the **** color was red with black, and it was very sticky, like a poisonous peony in full bloom, smearing the snow-white back, faintly ominous.

However, after spitting out this mouthful of black blood, his chest was clear, as if the blockage was empty, and the whole person was much relaxed.

"Jian Xin!" Hearing my movement, Jiang Zhuo turned around, his deserted complexion changed suddenly, and he immediately supported my shoulders, gathered me in his arms, and freed a hand to gently caress me. Back, go smoothly for me.

I took a deep breath, and met her no longer indifferent eyes-those pierced eyes were soaked with eagerness and worry, and a bit of pity that I thought I would never see-nevertheless, this Still a pair of beautiful to impeccably beautiful eyes.

Being able to be reflected in such a pair of eyes is no regrets even if you die.

Moreover, she probably didn't even realize it herself: Just now, in a hurry, she called my name.

--How to do?

Although I just vomited blood, I feel so happy. I can't restrain the upward movement of the corners of my mouth. I can't help but bury myself in this embrace...

"Ahem." A voice that cannot be ignored deliberately cleared his throat, deliberately emphasizing his own existence.

I glared at him angrily, but listened to Jiang Zhuo and asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Wei, as you said, Your Highness has already vomited blood, can you proceed to the next diagnosis and treatment?"

"It's not in a hurry," he seemed to have suddenly changed into someone. Although the gaze that glanced at me was still hard to conceal the ridicule, but without the frivolous and randomness, he seemed a lot of calmness-it's what a doctor should have. The tolerance.

I was confused by this incident, and seemed to be aware of it, but it was difficult to be sure, so I could only look foolishly on the faces of the two riddlers, trying to see what the clues were.

"She is very vacant. Let's take care of her for a few days." Seeing that Jiang Zhuo seemed to be planning to say something, Mr. Wei raised his eyebrows, and his tone of laughter was a little indisputable, "Don't worry, for a while. I can't die for a while."

"...There is Mr. Laowei." Jiang Zhuo seemed to have not heard his cynicism, and still nodded politely.

Finally, don't give me a deep glance, he turned and left, and he didn't even forget to close the door thoughtfully-very different from the rude guy who broke in, I wonder if they are alone.

"What the **** is... what's going on?" I bit my lip hard and reluctantly retreated from Jiang Zhuo's arms. I looked at her seriously and silently warned myself not to be beautified or tempted, waiting for her explanation.

"When you were in a coma, Mr. Wei diagnosed your pulse for you," Jiang Zhuo paused, avoiding the gaze I was staring at her casually, and whispered, "According to him, your chest is congested with blood. Life is in the way-so he and I decided to deliberately provoke your anger and force the blood to come out."

——So, all the previous things were done deliberately?

I nodded, accepting her explanation, but there was a lingering doubt in my heart.

Then Mr. Wei looked at me, and there was a bit of hostility hidden in my eyes, but it didn't seem to be pretending.