391 She deceived them again

Seeing that Jiuyin's face was a little pale, Feng Chenye couldn't help but want to go over and see her, but after hearing what she said, he realized that she had been deceived by her again.

He really hates this feeling of being deceived.

She played him in her palms and treated him like a monkey. Every time he was deceived by her sadness, why can't he have such a memory?

"Bored." He cursed lowly and stepped out of the door.

But he didn't know that not long after he went out, Jiuyin's body softened and fell heavily.

She was still awake and had not fainted yet, but her head was really dizzy, so she fell down and took a break.

Seeing Jingchuan walking to her, she smiled slightly and stretched out her hand to him: "Pull me, actually, I really don't feel good."

Jingchuan also saw that her face was pale. Seeing her reaching out to him, he fell down his palm and gently pulled her up.

After Jiuyin got up, she originally planned to chase Wangyue Pavilion, but Jingchuan seemed to see something and grabbed her: "Are you injured?"

His eyes fell on her long, blood-stained sleeves, and he frowned and reached out to lift her sleeves.

Jiuyin took a quick step back and said anxiously: "It's just now..."

Her eyes turned, and she pointed to the scarlet end of the corridor and smiled, "I accidentally touched it when I was getting peacock blood for the prince just now. I'll change my clothes to another set of clothes."

"Canghai didn't bring the peacock back at all. You are cheating on the prince." Jingchuan frowned and lifted her sleeves amid her low cry.

"Jingchuan, don't be rude!" She wanted to stop him by blame, but Jingchuan ignored her at all.

Several layers of gauze were wrapped around her slender arms, and the gauze had been stained with blood. I am afraid that she accidentally tear the wound apart when she was pulling and pulling with the prince just now.

"That bowl of blood..." He turned around and looked at the corridor, tightened his palm and said in a deep voice: "It's your blood."

He had been guarding the front yard. He could see clearly what happened to her and Feng Chenye here. He just didn't expect that this woman wanted to use her blood to save the prince.

Since she has so many people in her heart, why are she still worried about their prince so much?

Seeing through him, Jiuyin had no choice but to push away his palm, pull down his sleeve, and smiled and said, "Canghai and I are originally from the Cang tribe. Canghai said that the blood on my body can save Ye. Don't tell him. If he tells him, he will definitely not want to take it."

"But you..."

"It's okay, Canghai said that as long as you give him a bowl every day in the next seven days, his poison may be removed."

"Is it just possible?" Just because of this possibility, she hurt herself like this... Jingchuan looked down at her, and had to look at this woman with a brand new look.

Jiuyin smiled slightly and said disapprovingly: "I will try it as long as I have the chance, right? If you change to you, your blood can save him, will you send your blood to him without hesitation?"

Jingchuan didn't say anything because what she said was the truth. If his blood could save the prince, he would definitely do so.

"But the prince doesn't accept it. Do you know what animal blood he has drunk in the past?"

Jingchuan looked at her, and after a while, his eyebrows finally lit up and said seriously: "Leopard, tiger, lion..."

This time, Jiuyin remembered everything carefully. When she appeared in Wangyue Pavilion's study, she held a bowl of blood in her hand again, but this time her face was paler than before.

"What are you using to fool me?" Looking at the bowl of blood, for some reason, Feng Chenye suddenly felt a little beating in his heart, and he felt a little uneasy.

Jiuyin walked up to him and smiled and said, "You know that Canghai is a member of the Cang clan, and the Demon Sect and Cang clan also have great connections. He knows how to save you. This bowl is chicken blood."

Although chicken blood is the most common thing, it has never tried it because it is too ordinary.

"The people of the Demon Cult are used to using blood to control blood slaves. Canghai also said that their blood has more or less demonic energy. The chicken blood is likely to help you remove the poison from your body. Don't refuse, and promise me to drink it?"

She didn't dare to get close because she was afraid that he would push the bowl of blood down again.

God knew that when she was bleeding herself just now, she could hardly hold on. She rubbed her arm and grabbed it again and again. She finally squeezed out such a bowl. If it spilled again, she thought she would really not be able to squeeze it again today, unless she killed her.

Feng Chenye's eyes fell on the bowl of blood. He was originally disdainful, but Zhan Qingcheng, who was sitting on the table, snorted coldly: "Don't you dare to drink a bowl of Bloody Prince?"

"Just." Feng Chenye grabbed the bowl of blood from Jiuyin's hand and sent it directly into his mouth.

Unexpectedly, with his help, Jiuyin almost couldn't stand steadily under his slight palm force, and the face of the small face looked paler.

Zhan Qingcheng looked at her pale face and said in surprise: "What's going on? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Feng Chenye had already drunk a bowl of blood a few times. After hearing what Zhan Qingcheng said, he put the bowl down and looked up at her. Although he was worried, he still didn't say anything.

Jiuyin was not concerned about this. She stepped over and held up the empty bowl he placed on the coffee table.

There were still a few drops of blood there, and she came to him again and said with her lips: "Drink these drops too, don't waste them."

"So what if you waste it? There are many poultry in the backyard. Can you still cherish a few drops of chicken blood?" He frowned and looked disgusted.

"You must cherish it." She was about to lose her feet, but she still held the bowl tightly in front of him: "Drink it, and I will no longer bother you today. I...I'll go back and sleep well."

In fact, Feng Chenye didn't know what he was thinking. When he heard her say that he would no longer annoy him, he felt even more irritated, but he was reluctant to admit that his thoughts were controlled by this woman.

After hesitating for a moment, he took the bowl over, raised his head and delivered the drops of blood to his mouth without revealing it, and then handed the empty bowl back to her: "Are you satisfied now? If you are satisfied, get out of here."

Before he could finish the word "get out", his eyes suddenly sank, and he stood up and took the fallen person back.

"What's going on?" Seeing her slumped into his arms, his heart tightened, and his caring words couldn't help blurting out: "Are you uncomfortable? I'll let the palace doctor show you."

Zhan Qingcheng also stood up and walked to her and looked at her pale face.

Jiuyin took a deep breath, and after the dizzy feeling passed, she raised her lips, giggled again, glanced at the two of them, and smiled, "How is it? I'm wearing good makeup? Do you look sick?"

The two looked at each other and suddenly became at a loss. Could she be acting like that?

Jiuyin ignored them and walked out of the door with the bowl. While walking, she said with a smile: "When Mu Jin comes back, I will put on such makeup, which will make him feel sorry for me."

The two big palms behind him were tightly clasped, and the faces of both of them sank at the same time.

They were so concerned about her just now, afraid that she would feel uncomfortable, but they didn't expect that she was using them for experiments.

Only Jiuyin knew how difficult every step she took was. As soon as she came out, she saw Canghai coming from the front yard. She leaned against the stone pillars in the corridor and waved to him.

Canghai quickly came to her, and saw her pale face and looking at the scarlet bowl in her hands, she already knew what was going on.

Just as he was about to speak, Jiuyin shook her head and pressed her index finger on his lips to stop him from speaking. She smiled and said, "Take me to Chenfeng Pavilion, I want to go back to the dormitory."

...

The bedroom has arrived, but it is not the bedroom Feng Chenye in Chenfeng Pavilion, but a guest room in Wangyue Pavilion.

As soon as she entered the room, Canghai carried the person to the bed and directly used her skills to heal her injuries.

After a while, seeing that her face finally returned to a little normal, he turned over from the bed, took out a few bottles of medicine from the cabinet beside him, returned to her, and said in a deep voice: "Take off your clothes."

"What clothes should I take off?" Knowing what he wanted to do, Jiuyin rolled up her sleeves, looked up at him, and said resentfully: "It's such a simple thing that makes people take off their clothes, I'm afraid that the drunkard's intention is not in the bar."

"In your eyes, I am such a person." He just thought about taking off his clothes so that it would be convenient for him to apply medicine. Who would have thought so much? Why did he become a prodigal son when he came to her mouth, and wanted to take advantage of her everywhere?

However, when he carefully untied the gauze wrapped around her arm and saw the deep knife marks inside, his whole face suddenly sank again, complaining and changing his heartache: "I have said that this method is not good. You are weak, so how can you get so much blood for him to drink?"

Looking at the two deep scars, my heart tensed, but I was helpless.

The wound was not carefully cleaned, but just put some medicine on it and wrapped it in gauze. The bloodshot was still slowly penetrated on the head. This woman didn't care about herself at all!

"Don't glar at me with such eyes. If I don't quickly pick up the blood, will I have to wait until the blood coagulates before he can't eat it?" Jiuyin gave him a blank look, and she was also helpless.

If there is another way, who would be willing to hurt herself like this? She wouldn't feel the pain when she cuts her flesh with a knife. She is not a god.

"Can't you speak better? Just say something nauseating." He picked up gauze and stained it with medicinal wine, carefully cleaning her wounds.

Jiuyin felt pain, and her facial features were always tightly locked together, but she endured it and didn't hum it.
Chapter completed!