The Mischief of Servility
Jing Rong's feeble voice echoed in her ears.
His whole body was limp, yet he was still putting on a brave front.
Ji Yunshu's hands felt as if they were about to explode. Her ten fingers were clenched tightly, not knowing what to do.
The weight on her body caused her knees to buckle. Finally, she gritted her teeth and placed her hands on Jing Rong's waist to support his falling body.
The distance between the two of them was as thin as a piece of paper. Ji Yunshu's ear was pressed against Jing Rong's sturdy chest. The sound of his heartbeat seemed to have been magnified countless times, ringing in Ji Yunshu's ears.
However, now was not the time for her to blush.
"You … hold on. I can't carry you."
Ji Yunshu struggled to support him, but her feet couldn't budge an inch.
Why don't I just let go and let him fall to the ground and be 'smashed to pieces'?
This thought flashed through Ji Yunshu's mind. 'This is too evil.
No! '
"Your Highness."
Her voice was like the sound of nature, coming from afar.
Lang Po was startled by the corpses on the ground. When he ran over, he was stunned to see his Highness leaning on Ji Yunshu's body.
"Why are you in a daze? Pull your Highness away." Ji Yunshu's tone became more serious.
Lang Po was a rough man, so naturally, he didn't have the gentleness of a girl. When he pulled Jing Rong away, he directly used a pole to carry his Highness home.
Ji Yunshu twisted her sore shoulders and pulled Lang Po.
"Where are we going? Put him down. "Her voice was urgent, and her expression was solemn.
Lang Po obediently placed the fainted Jing Rong on the cold ground.
In the next moment, Ji Yunshu squatted down, grabbed a corner of her robe, and tore off a long piece of cloth.
In the next moment, she grabbed the hole in Jing Rong's sleeve and pulled again, revealing the wound caused by the sword.
Her arm was stained with black blood.
"His Highness is injured?" Lang Po cried out in alarm.
'Man, are you blind? Your Highness has fainted. If he isn't injured, then is he asleep? '
At this moment, Ji Yunshu couldn't be bothered to 'teach' him a lesson.
She tore off a long piece of cloth and tied it three inches above Jing Rong's wound to prevent the poison from spreading.
When she was done, she looked up at Lang Po.
"There is a jar of white wine next to the memorial tablet in the room. Bring it over quickly."
"Yes." Servility was at work!
Lang Po ran into the house and found the bottle of white wine. He crouched down and handed it to Ji Yunshu.
She took the wine jug and gulped down a mouthful. Then, she sprayed the wine on Jing Rong's wound. In an instant, white bubbles burst from the wound.
Just like Sprite and Red Bull!
There was a sizzling sound.
Lang Po, who didn't know what was going on, could only stare at her anxiously. But before he could react, he saw Ji Yunshu's hands pressing down on his Prince's arm. She bent down and brought her mouth close to his wound.
He sucked the black blood out, spat it out, sucked it out again, and spat it out again.
After going back and forth a dozen times, he gave up!
At this moment, Ji Yunshu's mouth was full of black blood.
It was clearly winter, but she was sweating profusely.
"Teacher, what happened to His Highness?" Lang Po asked nervously.
"He's been poisoned by the Shiban Poison. It's very strong, but fortunately, it hasn't entered his bones, so he won't die." Ji Yunshu replied and got up from the ground with the wine jug. Then, she hastily added, "Quickly bring your Prince in."
"Yes." Servility was at work again.
Lang Po followed the direction Ji Yunshu pointed at and led his Prince into a small room. He placed him on the bed.
In the meantime, Ji Yunshu ran into Fu Bo's room with the wine jug and used the same method to treat Fu Bo's wound.
Then, she found several medicinal herbs in the memorial hall and hurriedly crushed them. She applied them to Jing Rong's and Fu Bo's wounds and bandaged them one by one.
If the wounds were treated any later, they would have died without a doubt.
She was so tired that her legs felt weak. She stretched her neck and took several deep breaths.
Finally, it was a success!
Lang Po was puzzled. "Teacher, what kind of medicine did you give His Highness?"
'Will he die from the treatment?'
This Lang Po really has the same moral conduct as his Highness, afraid that she would poison them to death.
Ji Yunshu frowned and said, "Those are just ordinary medicinal herbs. Ginger, Treasure Fragrance Grass, and Purple Flower Ground. They were crushed together and applied to the wounds. It can stop the bleeding and expel the poison. It won't kill him."
"How did His Highness get poisoned?"
In fact, Ji Yunshu didn't understand the structure of the ancient people's brains. Why did they always like to use poison?
Even if they didn't use poison, they could have used concealed weapons!
Idiot!
"If you want to know, go out and see those men in black. Their swords are trying to take His Highness' life."
Lang Po rushed out after hearing Ji Yunshu's words. 'Don't tell me he's going to dismember those corpses to avenge His Highness?'
Ji Yunshu turned her head and saw Jing Rong lying on the bed with a pale complexion.
At this moment, his face had lost some of its sharpness, and had gained some gentleness and gentleness. His deep and perfect eyebrows, his tall nose bridge, and his tightly pursed lips had also lost their sharpness.
It could be said that his skin was perfect.
Ji Yunshu suddenly realized that she was' obsessed 'with him. Her eyes suddenly flashed with panic and an indescribable nervousness.
In her mind, the scene of Jing Rong holding her in his arms replayed. Now that she thought about it, although she was very grateful, her face and ears were faintly flushed.
Although the main culprit of tonight's incident was Jing Rong, he was the one who took the sword for her.
She should still be grateful to this Buddha. The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became.
The more she thought about it, the more restless she became. Her heart was in chaos, making her restless.
She might as well go out.
Outside, Lang Po was sizing up the men in black one by one. His expression was solemn and his brows were tightly knitted.
Ji Yunshu casually said, "These assassins not only want to kill, but they also smeared poison on their swords. Moreover, they came for Prince Rong. It's obvious that they only have one goal, and that is to kill your Highness."
'Hey, tell me the truth. Did your Highness owe them money and force them to hire assassins?'
Lang Po didn't say anything.
Ji Yunshu wrinkled her nose. The entire courtyard was filled with the smell of corpses and bones, but now, there was a strong smell of blood.
Her heart was suddenly filled with curiosity.
She walked to the side of one of the men in black and was about to squat down. Lang Po called out to her, "Teacher, what are you doing?"
"I'm curious." She spat out two words, dodging Lang Po's question.
Then, she pulled off the mask of one of the men in black. His skin was dark, his facial features were rough, and he had stubble growing on his face.
He was just an ordinary person, yet he didn't stop courting death. Ji Yunshu also pulled off the masks of the other men in black.
They all looked like ordinary people, so there was nothing strange about them.
Just as she got up, she kicked something with her foot. "Clang!"
Looking down, a blue jade pendant had fallen by her feet. She bent down to pick it up and held it in her hand to carefully examine it.
The round jade pendant was carved with several clustered pear blossoms.
It couldn't be considered exquisite, but it was beautiful.
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