This Prince is Alright
Not only did Ji Yunshu underestimate Jing Rong, but she also didn't expect his martial arts to be so good!
She struggled to drag Fu Bo to the side.
She watched carefully!
Jing Rong was unarmed, fighting fiercely with the men in black. His tall and sturdy body was extremely nimble.
After dodging for a while, he snatched a sword from one of the men in black.
But Ji Yunshu never expected that the sword in his hand was not used to save her, but to kill!
His face, which had a noble temperament, seemed to have been skinned and replaced with a fierce and cold face.
The sword in his hand was fatal, and two or three men in black were already lying in a pool of blood.
The scene of the sword and sword was so dazzling that it made people's eyes tremble.
Ji Yunshu's heart was taut, and her hands were tightly gripping Fu Bo's clothes. Originally, she was an onlooker, but now, she was in a state of turmoil.
At that moment, one of the men in black noticed her crouching in the corner. He turned his sword and stabbed straight at her.
The sharp sword was so close that Ji Yunshu's eyes widened.
Wouldn't it be a pity for her to die like this at such a beautiful age?
In that instant, she thought of too many things.
For example, she hadn't told Luan 'er about the money she had hidden under her bed!
She hadn't even bought the set of brush and ink from the Treasured Ink Shop!
She hadn't even returned the money she owed Auntie Li from North Slant Street!
She also forgot to tell the Ji family that she didn't want to be buried in sandalwood because the smell was too pungent. She wanted to be buried in pine wood because it was more comfortable!
…
Her chaotic thoughts disappeared in a flash. When the sword was only a few centimeters away from her, it was suddenly flicked away.
Amitabha, heaven bless me!
And the Buddha statue that saved her was the one made of mud.
Jing Rong.
After flicking away the sword, Jing Rong's hand moved quickly, and the sword in his hand was already aimed at the neck of the man in black.
Blood spurted out and splashed on Jing Rong's clean robe, as well as Ji Yunshu's fair and tender face!
The three surviving men in black knew that they were going to lose.
The leader shouted, "Retreat!"
The three of them dodged Jing Rong's sword, leaped onto the roof, and escaped without a trace …
Do not pursue a cornered enemy.
Jing Rong's cold and ruthless gaze fell in the direction where they disappeared.
He turned his head and saw the blood on Yunshu's face. His expression was one of extreme worry. He quickly walked in front of Yunshu and grabbed her slender arm. "How is it? Are you hurt? "
She shook her head, and her eyes became cloudy.
She lifted her sleeve and wiped the blood off her face. Then, she looked at Jing Rong indifferently and said, "Your Highness is killing people. Can't you walk further away? If this blood was poisoned, I'm afraid I would be dead by now."
"You're still talking about this at a time like this?"
"I'm very serious." Her eyes flashed as she tried to tell him that she was very serious!
Jing Rong was helpless. He looked at Fu Bo, who was standing beside her, and reached out to touch the tip of his nose.
Unexpectedly, Ji Yunshu slapped it away. "Fu Bo isn't dead yet."
"This King is only verifying it. What are you so excited about?"
Yes, she was too excited. She was probably frightened by what happened just now, so she made a fuss over nothing.
"Fu Bo must have fainted from fright. Your Highness, please lend me a hand and help him into the room."
"Mm," Jing Rong grunted and helped Fu Bo up on his own. Ji Yunshu wanted to help, but Jing Rong pushed her away and casually said, "Go wash your face."
It sounded like a command, but there was a sense of awkwardness in his tone.
Ji Yunshu nodded. Before she could say where the medicine was, Jing Rong had already dragged Fu Bo inside.
Looking at the four or five corpses on the ground, Ji Yunshu didn't know whether she should be worried or happy.
Later, she would have to carry the corpses and burn them. She really shouldn't go out at night.
When she finished washing her face and was about to enter the room to see Fu Bo, Jing Rong came out with a solemn expression. "Fu Bo is already asleep. Don't go in and disturb him."
"That wound …"
"I've already bandaged it."
Ji Yunshu nodded. She looked at him and said, "Your Highness, many thanks for just now."
"No need. Saving people is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. Moreover, you haven't even finished investigating this case. If you die now, who will I find to take over in such a short time?" Jing Rong's arrogant gaze was raised.
Ji Yunshu was already used to it, but she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.
Who would have thought that at this time, one of the black-clothed men on the ground suddenly stood up and used the last of his strength to raise his sword to slash at Jing Rong.
Ji Yunshu was the closest to him and had her back to him, so she didn't notice it.
"Be careful."
Jing Rong was caught off guard. He pulled Ji Yunshu into his embrace and turned around. Without any time to think, he unexpectedly raised his arm to block the sword for Ji Yunshu. A long cut appeared on his arm.
Jing Rong didn't have time to care about the wound on his body. He used his foot to pick up the sword on the ground and kicked it with all his might. The sword fiercely stabbed into the chest of the black-clothed man.
He fell to the ground and died.
At this moment, Ji Yunshu was firmly protected by Jing Rong. That figure suddenly appeared in front of her. The tip of her nose was filled with the unique scent of a man, which warmed her heart.
She raised her eyes and cautiously looked at Jing Rong. Her gaze extended from his chin all the way to his long and thick eyelashes. A gentle breeze gently caressed his face, making him look extremely beautiful.
That pair of big hands that were wrapped around her waist also carried a hidden force.
At that moment, she was a little flustered.
When she regained her composure, Ji Yunshu retreated a few steps. Her eyes drooped as she tried her best to compose herself. When she raised her eyes, she saw Jing Rong's body swaying. His eyes were powerless and his lips were pale.
"Your Highness, are you alright?"
She went forward to support him and discovered his injured arm. She was startled. "Are you hurt?"
"This Prince is fine." Jing Rong forced himself to hold on and continued to say, "This small injury is nothing. When this Prince went to battle, you weren't even born yet."
Hey, your logic is wrong! At that time, I already knew how to play soy sauce.
Ji Yunshu didn't refute him. She looked at the injury on his arm. He was stabbed by a sword. Shouldn't the blood flowing out be bright red?
Why is it black?
"Your Highness, that sword was poisoned." Ji Yunshu rebuked.
Therefore, Fu Bo didn't faint. He must have been poisoned by the sword.
Just as she finished speaking, Jing Rong's body was already pressing against her. His thin and small shoulders trembled. How could he support his cumbersome body?
Both of their bodies were tightly pressed against each other at this moment.
Jing Rong's head hung down on Ji Yunshu's shoulder. His warm breath caressed her neck, making her feel numb and numb.
Ji Yunshu's body trembled a few times.
This was the first time in her life that she was hugged by the same man several times.
Jing Rong slightly opened his mouth and murmured something in her ear.
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