The eldest princess is a captive and the abstinent official is seductive

At this moment, the sky seemed to be quiet, no one spoke.

The air was so stagnant that it made people feel uneasy.

Wen Jin stood there, watching Ji Weiyu and Yan Qing get out of the carriage one after another, and his hands hanging by his side slowly clenched.

The red eyes stared at Yan Qing without blinking, and the jealousy and murderous aura in his heart burned his lungs.

"Your Highness and him..." Wen Jin said, his voice hoarse and erratic, "riding in the same car?"

Yan Qing didn't say anything, and looked at him carelessly.

Tsk, it's really embarrassing.

Coming in a dusty outfit, Qing, who used to pay the most attention to his appearance, now had messy hair, wrinkled clothes, and a haggard and tired look between his eyebrows.

After a long journey without enough rest, and due to extreme lack of water, his lips were dry and peeling, and it can be seen that he was seriously overdrawn.

The guards of the Fengwang Mansion looked at this scene in surprise, with strange expressions. They didn't know that the "Your Highness" was referring to Doctor Yan.

They thought that this man was referring to their own prince.

Therefore, when he asked "riding in the same car with him" with a gloomy questioning tone, it made people feel that something was wrong.

"Yes." Ji Weiyu smiled provocatively, "This king not only rides in the same car with Doctor Yan, but also rests in the same bedroom with Doctor Yan at night. If you have anything else to know, this king can answer you."

When he lifted the curtain to check, he knew who this person was.

Even if he had never seen him once, he knew it.

He just didn't want to tell Yan Qing.

Ji Weiyu was extremely dissatisfied, and felt that this uninvited person disturbed his good time with His Highness.

Wen Jin's eyes were sinister, and the corners of his lips were slowly pursed. He was restrained and unwilling to look at the man in white.

Even if he wanted to kill him, he couldn't do it in front of His Highness.

But the murderous aura in his internal organs was like a vine growing wildly...

"When did my mansion allow people to come and go freely?" Ji Weiyu turned his head and looked at the guards coldly, "Are you all dead? Why don't you drive him away!"

The guards outside the Fengwang Mansion were silent, and subconsciously looked at Yan Qing when they heard it.

They really didn't know this young man in white, but because a young man from Langya came today and said he was a family member of Lord Yan, the Fengwang let him in. Although this young man in white hadn't had time to speak, what if he was also a family member of Lord Yan?

It seemed impolite to drive people away.

Yan Qing glanced at Wen Jin, not wanting to talk in front of so many people, and turned to walk into the Fengwang Mansion. Wen Jin followed her silently, and his walking posture was a little stiff.

Although he tried his best to cover it up, the slight abnormality could not escape the senses of Yan Qing and Ji Weiyu. Ji Weiyu glared at him hatefully, but saw that Wen Jin was always looking at Yan Qing, as if he was afraid that she would run away.

Arriving at the God's Son Palace, Ji Weiyu turned his head and looked at Wen Jin: "This is the king's bedroom. You have come from afar, go and keep company with Master Langya."

Wen Jin's face has returned to gentleness, and he quietly followed Yan Qing, ignoring him, who was going to die sooner or later.

Wherever Yan Qing went, he followed.

Ji Weiyu narrowed his eyes and said unhappily: "Don't you understand what people say?"

Still no response.

Ji Weiyu couldn't help but want to take action, but just as his fingertips moved, he saw a white shadow flash in front of him, and the man who was gentle and quiet just now, like a wolf that suddenly became ruthless, grabbed his shoulders and threw him on the ground.

Bang!

The sound of the body falling heavily on the ground was loud.

Wen Jin strangled his neck with one hand and pressed one leg against his chest with great force, as if he wanted to send this man to hell on the spot.

Ji Weiyu was stunned by his sudden attack, and the back of his head hit the hard brick, which made him dizzy.

A cruel light flashed in Wen Jin's eyes, and his hands gradually exerted force, as if he wanted to strangle this man alive.

"Wen Jin." Yan Qing walked aside and sat down, looking up at him, "If you kill him, I will leave you here, praying for the people of the Chu royal family every day, and you are not allowed to leave the Fengwang Mansion in this life."

The air was quiet.

Ji Weiyu's face began to turn red, and the difficulty in breathing made him struggle violently. Wen Jin looked at him with cruel and ruthless eyes, like the god of death from hell.

After a while, he slowly let go of his hand.

When he stood up, his body shook slightly. Wen Jin stabilized as if nothing had happened, turned around and walked to Yan Qing.

He regained his gentle and elegant, calm look, but his haggard and embarrassed face at this time completely damaged his appearance.

"Cough cough cough!" Ji Weiyu hugged his neck and coughed, coughing heartbreakingly, "Cough cough cough cough cough..."

This man is too cruel, too cruel.

He wants his life!

"Your Highness." Wen Jin raised his eyes slightly and looked at Yan Qing, "I..."

Yan Qing leaned against the brocade couch: "What?"

"I..." Wen Jin's eyes were drowsy and he tried his best to wake himself up, but his tense emotions suddenly relaxed at this moment, and he seemed to be unable to hold on, "I..."

As if it was an elegant slow-motion demonstration, the man in white in front of him swayed and swayed, and finally couldn't stand anymore, and fell to the side.

Yan Qing stretched out her foot in time, and Wen Jin fell to her legs.

The shadow under his eyes was very heavy, his skin was visibly rough, his face was haggard, pale and tired, and he was completely different from when he was in the capital of Dayong before.

"I told you to behave, but you won't." Yan Qing said with a sigh, "If even this face has lost its value, will I still want you?"

Ji Weiyu struggled to get up from the bed: "Your Highness, is my face not worth appreciating?"

Yan Qing glanced at him: "Keep it for yourself."

As he said that, he picked up Wen Jin from the bed and walked into the inner room, and said to the bed: "Let Langya come over."

Ji Weiyu was dissatisfied: "He occupies my bed."

"Doesn't this bed belong to me now?" Yan Qing said indifferently, "If you want to go back, I have no objection."

Ji Weiyu was dissatisfied but didn't dare to say it, muttering in a low voice: "Before your Highness goes to bed, I will definitely have someone change all the mattresses and pillows, your Highness, don't worry."

Yan Qing ignored him.

Ji Weiyu reluctantly asked someone to invite Langya over, then turned around and walked to the bedside, looking at Wen Jin lying on the bed, curled his lips: "He doesn't look that good, his skin is so rough, and the shadow under his eyes is like ink painting, he looks like a ghost, how can he be as good-looking as me?"

Yan Qing said indifferently: "Do you want to compete with him in beauty?"

"Not really." Ji Weiyu was embarrassed, "I'm just telling the truth."

Yan Qing was too lazy to pay attention to his truth.

Langya had just laid down to rest for less than half an hour when he was invited over. He walked into the hall and looked at Wen Jin lying on the bed. He was really surprised for a while: "He has wings and flew from the sky, right?"

"Do you think he came out from under the ground?" Ji Weiyu sneered, "Look at his embarrassed appearance, where is the demeanor of a gentle and noble man? I would believe if you say he is a refugee."

The tone is sour.

Langya glanced at him slowly: "How much vinegar have you eaten today?"

"You!" Ji Weiyu's face turned green, and he was about to explode, but suddenly he choked on his throat, and the pain made him cough, "Cough cough cough..."

Langya narrowed his eyes: "What happened?"

Ji Weiyu gently rubbed his neck that was almost strangled, "I was almost strangled to death by a madman."