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

madman?

Langya turned to look at Wen Jin lying on the bed suspiciously, "놛?"

Otherwise, who else is there?

"Such a weak person, exhausted to the limit, actually managed to subdue you?" Langya frowned, "Are you so useless?"

Ji Weiyu was so angry that she jumped up and down: "His Royal Highness, the Son of God, has been weak and weak recently, and 놚 is not 놛 who suddenly made a sneak attack. How can 놖 not be 놛's opponent?"

Yan Qing held the teacup in her hand and turned to look out the window, turning a deaf ear to the childish arguments between the two.

Langya walked to the bed and felt Wen Jin's pulse. As he reached there, the unconscious young man who had been lying on the bed suddenly jumped up, and as if he was having a flashback, he raised his hand and pinched Langya's neck.

The genius doctor was unprepared and was pinched. He raised his head and met Wen Jin's cold eyes and shuddered violently.

놛 grabbed Wen Jin's hand, making a wailing sound in his throat, trying hard to express his kindness, but Wen Jin's fingers exerted little force, as if 놚 had broken 놛's neck.

Yan Tingting heard the movement, turned his head and looked at the scene in front of the bed, and said calmly: "Wen Jin, let go."

Wen Jin stopped moving for a moment, then slowly let go of his hand and fainted again.

The hall seemed to be quiet for a moment.

Langya rubbed his nearly broken neck and swallowed. For the first time, he felt that he was so close to death.

He looked up at the unconscious man on the bed. He was obviously so weak and exhausted, and looked like he would die at any time, but why was he using so much strength?

놚The sharp pain in his neck was so clear, 놛 would have doubted whether the scene just now was a dream.

"놖 is so useless?" Ji Weiyu's mocking voice sounded mercilessly, "Who is useless now? Isn't Mr. Langya good at using poison? Why didn't 뀘꺳 poison 놛 to death?"

Langya bent over and coughed, and after a while, he felt that his breathing became easier, and he tried to make a sound: "놖..."

My voice is hoarse and my throat hurts when I speak.

Langya couldn't help but want to walk away.

놛Who are you provoking? Wen Jin obviously had nothing to do with 놛, but 놛, a miracle doctor, condescended to take the pulse of 놛. 놛 was just not grateful. He almost died in 놛's hands.

Is there any place to reason?

Yan Qing put down the tea cup, stood up and walked over, looking at Wen Jin lying on the bed: "How about 놛?"

"He shouldn't die." Langya said, "His Highness saw the pinch just now."

Yan Qing hummed, indeed she saw it.

Langya said in a dissatisfied tone: "Your Highness, please throw away 놛. This person has a violent temper, which is completely opposite to 놛's appearance."

A noble gentleman as gentle as jade?

joke.

Saying that 놛 is a violent and ferocious wolf is almost the same.

Yan Qing said nothing, and his eyes fell on Wen Jin's face. In addition to being pale, tired, haggard, and heavily shadowed, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

Okay, it's really impressive to see him tossing himself in just a few days.

"Actually, it's nothing serious." Langya felt a little aggrieved, but still took a closer look at Wen Jin's complexion.

This time I learned a lesson, I only dared to look with my eyes, and did not dare to test the pulse with my hands. After checking carefully for a while, Langya finally came to a conclusion: "Let him sleep, sleep for a day and night, and all symptoms will disappear." "

Even with an iron-clad body, he couldn't withstand running around without sleep for eight consecutive days.

Yan Qing hummed: "Bring me a glass of water."

Ji Weiyu and Langya looked at each other.

"놖 is a miracle doctor, not a servant." Langya said to Ji Weiyu, "And this is in your house, you should do it."

"You mean, 놖 is a servant?"

"I didn't say that." Langya smiled casually, turned around and walked out, "I'm tired from the long journey. I'm going to rest now. Don't disturb me if I have nothing to do."

Ji Weiyu stared at 놛's back bitterly, turned around and poured the water.

Walking to the bed with the water in her hand, Ji Weiyu really wanted to splash the water on her face. She is so ugly and has no grace at all. How can there be any reason for Your Highness to care?

The more Ji Weiyu looked at it, the more unbalanced she became, and she wished she could throw him outside Prince Feng's mansion right away.

"What are you doing?" Yan Qing took the water and looked at the evil look in his eyes, "You want to kill him?"

Ji Weiyu was silent for a moment and nodded: "What's good about it?"

"There's nothing good about it." Yan Qing said calmly, "So what?"

Ji Weiyu was silent, not knowing how to answer the question for a moment.

Although 놛 wants to say that since there is nothing good, then just kill him, but it is not a pity anyway.

But His Highness actually took care of it personally.

Ji Weiyu actually didn't want to admit it. The implication of Yan Qinggang's words seemed to be that there was nothing good about it, but it was something that belonged to me and could not be interfered with by others.

Yan Qing bent down and fed Wen Jin some water. Although he didn't drink as much water as he spilled, it was better than nothing.

After feeding half a cup, Yan Qing put down the tea cup, wiped her cheeks, chin and neck with a handkerchief, then turned around and walked to the window and sat down again.

"You go and rest first." She said casually, "We will enter the palace early tomorrow morning."

Ji Weiyu didn't want to rest, let alone let His Highness guard Wen Jin alone.

I must have done it on purpose. I deliberately made myself so embarrassed. I wanted His Highness to feel sorry for him and take care of him.

Ji Weiyu thought coldly, looking towards the inner hall, and really wanted to throw her out.

Why should I give up my bedroom and bed to a smelly man who is not related to me?

The more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became. Ji Weiyu walked aside and sat down opposite Yan Qing: "Your Highness, go and rest. You will stay here."

Yan Qing looked at her playfully: "While I am resting, you can kill me?"

"No." Ji Weiyu shook her head quickly, "The Son of God will do more good deeds and will not take the initiative to kill people."

Yan Qing sneered.

"Your Highness, please arrange two maids to take care of me." Ji Weiyu frowned, "You don't need Your Highness to do it yourself-"

"There is nothing that I need to do myself." Yan Qing interrupted her, "I will stay here and rest, you should also go and rest, there are still things to do tomorrow morning."

Ji Weiyu heard this and knew that she could not change her decision. She stood up reluctantly: "Then Your Highness, if you need anything, you can call me."

Yan Qing hummed and leaned leisurely on the brocade couch.

Although Ji Weiyu was reluctant, she turned around and walked out.

As the night deepened, Yan Qing quietly flipped through the book, and did not go to the inner hall to check on or take care of Wen Jin.

Because there was no need.

People who are extremely tired just need to rest well, and need a deep sleep without being disturbed.

As for after waking up...

Yan Qing's eyes turned slightly, and fell to the dark window, the color in her eyes was deep and cold.

Maybe she needs to settle the account with her for not being obedient.