Wily Consort, Don't Run

Borrowing the moonlight, Xuanyuan Jie looked at his young and handsome master. If he stood out on this face, it would definitely attract the attention of thousands of women.

No one would believe that such a young man could be the Second Prince's master.

Just as he was lost in thought, the Ghost-Mask opened his mouth again, "Still thinking about that woman?"

"Master, what's with your appearance?" Xuanyuan Jie asked out of curiosity. Of course he knew how many things his master had lost all these years for this face.

Maybe it was because of this face that Master was able to walk with his mother.

"What's wrong with your appearance?" Aren't you happy for your master to be able to fully recover? " The Ghost Face looked very confident, but the excitement in his heart had yet to dissipate.

"Jie Er doesn't dare!"

Xuanyuan Jie cupped his hands and bowed his head, a bad feeling making him feel that something was wrong. Master seemed to have changed something? However, he couldn't find it right away.

"The people that the Wind Cloud Villa sent out have all been annihilated, are we still not sure if that bastard is still alive?" After the Ghost-Mask's face recovered, it was very easy to see the expression on his face. At this moment, he hesitated. There was a strange look in his eyes.

Xuanyuan Jie had already known about this long ago. He didn't want to say it, he just wanted to rest for a while. Every day, he would live under the influence of his scheming, and one day, he would feel exhausted.

Seeing Xuanyuan Jie not saying anything, anger surfaced in the Ghost Face's eyes. Staring fixedly at Xuanyuan Jie, he had not uttered a single word for a long time.

The atmosphere was not right as Xuanyuan Jie slowly raised his head. His master's gaze made him tremble. He opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "Jie'er has already sent another group of people to watch over Storm Villa."

"Since we are unable to enter the Villa, it would be useless even if we send over ten thousand people. That place is easy to defend and hard to attack, it's really a headache. " The Ghost-Mask had been to the Storm Villa and stayed outside for an entire night just like everyone else, but he couldn't find any other entrances.

"There is no wall that can't be knocked over. Master, please be at ease. Jie'er will think of another way." If he said this, then it was because he didn't want to be bothered anymore. Xuanyuan Jie had only found assassins who were slightly better than last time.

The Ghost Face patted Xuanyuan Jie's shoulders and tried to make himself more patient as he said, "Jie'er, women are always available. But, time waits for no one, if this lowly bastard returns to the palace, our hard work will have been in vain. "

"Jie'er understands. Master, you don't have to worry too much. Even if he has to enter the palace, he would have had to recuperate from his injuries and wouldn't be able to return for at least half a month. " Xuanyuan Jie cupped his hands and stole a glance at his master.

This face was somewhat strange, but what was strange about it that he couldn't find it?

"No one knows anything about the martial arts world, there are many famous doctors and medicines in the Storm Villa. "Moreover, that bastard's skills are not bad, we have to buy some time." The Ghost Face didn't think so. As long as Xuanyuan Zhi didn't die, he would never stop.

"Jail immediately order the men to go investigate the whereabouts of that bastard." Xuanyuan Jie did not refute him, lest he speak more.

The Ghost Face didn't say anything more, he shook his sleeves and walked away. Xuanyuan Jie stood on the long corridor and looked left and right. He wanted to turn around and check on Xiaoxiao, but after some hesitation, he headed in the other direction.

At the other end of the corridor, a petite figure appeared. Seeing Xuanyuan Jie's arrival, the two hurriedly went forward to welcome him. The two of them muttered as they walked in the other direction.

Before dawn, Xiaoxiao woke up. Staring wide-eyed at the beams, the empty beams could clearly count the columns above.

One, two, three...

Muttering and counting the columns, her eyes slowly closed in pain, ready to go back to sleep.

However, just as this thought flashed through his mind, he was frightened by a familiar voice and sat up. He rubbed his eyes and saw Xiu-Er standing in front of him.

"What's all this fuss about?" He opened his eyes and looked at Xiu-Er who was breathing heavily.

This girl, why did she come all the way here so early in the morning without sleeping? It scared off all the handsome guys in her dreams.

Woo woo!

Why couldn't he sleep soundly in his own territory?

She covered her face with the blanket and waved to Xiu-Er before closing her eyes again.

Xiu-Er was breathing heavily and there were still tears on her face. Putong! She knelt down in front of the bed and suddenly cried out, "Mistress, Mistress! Quickly save Big Sister Ling'er! Ling'er, she …"

Not finishing her sentence, Xiaoxiao jumped off the bed and rushed to Ling'er's room without even putting on her shoes.

The entrance led to a bloodstained path that led to the bed. On the bed, Ling'er lay on her deathbed, mumbling indistinctly. It was impossible to hear what she had said.

"What happened?" It wasn't the first time he had seen so much blood. However, he still subconsciously felt afraid.

Her body shook, and the first thing she thought of was Snowball. Turning around, the snow-white little thing innocently squatted at the door, as if it could already see the suspicion in its master's eyes.

No blood, not snowballs.

Xiaoxiao received her answer and took a few steps towards the bed. She sat down and probed Ling'er's nose with her hand, breathing normally.

He then checked Ling'er's pulse, which was a little weak. Carefully inspecting Ling'er, she turned her body over and lifted off her clothes. The whip marks on her body were like bloody lines that embedded themselves into her body.

Heavens! Such a raw thing, which bastard is so cruel?

Imperial Consort Mei?

Impossible, no matter what, Ling'er is just a little brat like her. Even if she were to punish her, she wouldn't do it so heavily.

Definitely, definitely the Queen!

Yesterday, he let that evil woman sit on a cold stool, so it was likely that he had coincidentally bumped into Ling'er, causing him to vent his anger on her.

"Mistress, how can …" "What should we do?" Xiu-Er had wanted to call for the imperial physician, but she didn't know what was going on with Ling'er. If she had violated the palace rules, calling for the imperial physician would only make her die faster.

"Don't panic, for the time being, it's not life-threatening. It's just that I can't get out of bed for more than half a month. I won't be able to avoid suffering." As she spoke, she carefully examined the whip marks on the blade.

His injuries were severe and he was bleeding profusely. If it wasn't for the fact that Ling'er had sealed his acupuncture points, his life would have been in danger.

Sigh …

What kind of grudge did this girl have?

"No …" Don't... Stop fighting. " Ling'er's voice was very weak. She shook her head with all her might, and with a flip, she stood up again.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay!"

Xiaoxiao tightly held Ling'er's hand. Seeing the fear on Ling'er's face, she felt a little pain in her heart. It was hard to imagine what it was like, and it looked pathetic.

Feeling the warmth of his palm, Ling'er gradually calmed down. She opened her mouth and breathed loudly, and it seemed as if breathing in and out was a little difficult for her.

After hesitating for a moment, he instructed Ling'er, "Come, let's carry her to the bath first."

"Good!" "Alright!" Xiu-Er nodded and together with Xiaoxiao, they lifted her up from the bed. They walked along the familiar corridor to the bathtub.

"Go!" Boiling water, quick! " Xiu-Er asked Xiu-Er to pour some water when Ye Xiao put it down.

Xiu-Er didn't dare to think too much. She just ran outside. Xiaoxiao carefully undid Ling'er's collar and pressed against her chest like she was trying to save a life. Only when she saw Ling'er's normal breathing did she heave a sigh of relief.

She sat down and started to examine Ling'er's wounds. Upon closer inspection, there were many scars on every wound. Could it be that there were teeth on the braids, and a single cut was not something that an ordinary person could bear?

It seemed like there was a trail of blood at the entrance of the yard. It must have been left by Ling'er.

D * mn!

This woman was really strong. After being beaten to such a state, she was still able to crawl back. It seemed that she really treated this place as her home.

All of a sudden, he felt something special.

She had never been a killer, but she had read a lot of novels. Those assassins all had a cold heart. They were lonely, they were lonely, they didn't have the feeling of being able to rely on others. Every day, they would live in fear. The feeling of having these people find their way home was something that would only happen if they completely let down their guard.

Put down your guard?

In front of her, Ling'er seemed to have done it.

He took out the knife wound medicine he brought along with him, unscrewed the lid, and poured the powder on a wound that was still bleeding.

Ah!

With a scream, Ling'er sat up with her eyes wide open. Her eyes were filled with fear, and a worried look was reflected in them.

"Endure it, it will be fine, it will be fine!" She gently patted Ling'er's face, feeling her body stiffen and unable to relax.

Ling'er sat like a log, gasping for breath, her clenched fists scraping away a layer of skin on the ground, her empty eyes looking small.

"Don't be afraid. Listen to me. I won't harm you, I won't harm you …" The little voice was so soft, it was like a lullaby playing in Ling'er's ear.

The fear in Ling'er's eyes gradually dissipated, and her clenched fist gradually relaxed as she stared fixedly at Xiaoxiao. Suddenly, Ling'er blacked out and fainted.

"Ling'er …" "Ling'er …" He whispered into Ling'er's ear a few times, but didn't see any response. He then felt Ling'er's pulse, and the sweat on her forehead started dripping down.

At the moment, Xiu-Er and two girls came into the house with pots of hot water. The two girls had just put the water down when they raised their heads and saw Ling'er's bloodied appearance. They couldn't help but scream out loud in fright.

"Shut up! Whoever dares to speak of what I have seen today, I will make it so that she will never be able to speak again in this lifetime. " It was already annoying enough for Little Treasure to let out a loud roar, but there were also two crow-like women.

Xiu-Er kneeled down and explained, "Master, don't be angry. Xiu-Er is afraid that it will delay Sister Ling'er's treatment if she moves too slowly. That's why she sent her two younger sisters to the kitchen. Don't worry, they are honest girls."

"Princess Consort, spare me!" "Princess Consort, please spare me!" The two girls knew that they had been rude and knelt down to beg for forgiveness.

"Get up! Ling'er was hurt quite badly, so she took up a pen and a paper. When I've finished writing the prescription, you go and get the medicine immediately. If I don't cure her quickly, it will lead to disaster. I didn't think that this little girl would have so many wounds on her body. " Ye Zichen raised his hand slightly. Now was not the time to get angry.

Looking at the other wounds on Ling'er's body, the little girl had suffered a lot in the past. This time, the person who injured the little girl should be someone familiar, and the silly girl was willing to do so.

"Mistress, should we prepare something else?" Xiu-Er was scared about Ling Er's wound.

After carefully putting Ling'er's body away, she took a look at the other two girls and instructed, "No need for now. Hurry up and wash Ling'er's body clean. Don't use a towel to clean the area where her wounds are, otherwise the debris will seep into the meat."