392 Miss me, but in another man's room

"I said I was not that Jiuyin, but you didn't believe it." Jiuyin said completely disagree with Canghai's words.

But Canghai said seriously: "You are Jiuyin."

Nothing to say is useless, she is his voice.

After cleaning the wound and sprinkling a little more golden medicine, he took out clean gauze to bandage her again:

"You have become weak in this way just one day. Don't use this method in the future. If this continues, even if Feng Chenye can get better, you will collapse at that time."

But, what else can I do to save Feng Chenye besides this method? Now that guy is finally willing to drink her blood, and she said she can't give up.

"How can a mere bowl of blood make you like this?" Cang Hai looked at her, still a little confused.

No matter how weak her body is, her face cannot be so bad, but her face is really bad today, like a ghost, and she has no human color at all.

"I..." She bit her lip, glanced at him, and stopped talking.

"What else did you do? Did you do it last night..."

"No." How could she do that with Feng Chenye under that situation? And the arrogant man didn't even bother to touch her, let alone do such an intimate thing.

"He...he didn't want to drink it at first, so he knocked over a bowl." Her voice was so meticulous that she could hardly hear it clearly.

But Canghai listened without missing a word.

"Bastard!" Cang Hai stood up suddenly, clenched his big fists, and his five knuckles were clenched, and he wanted to rush over and beat the guy up immediately.

He didn't know how rare a bowl of blood was for this little woman? He was so thin that his arm was not as thick as his wrist. He felt it was too difficult for this woman to get seven bowls of blood, and now he was sprinkled a bowl of blood for no reason!

Why is that damn man so hard to serve!

"What else do you do to save such a person? It's already a gift to him if I don't slap him to death." He said angrily.

"Can you shoot him to death?" Prince Yi's martial arts are much better than him. He even said that he was slapped him to death and rushed to provoke him. It was already good if he didn't shoot him to death.

"It's just that most of the superpowers have been lost now. If I go back to Cangdu, I will not step on him to death." How dare I look at him with such a look of despising people. Is he so weak?

Jiuyin ignored him and turned her sleeves down. She wanted to get out of bed, but after thinking about it, she lay back.

He looked at him and smiled and said, "Go and prepare some blood-replenishing things for me, just like the tonics you and I were imprisoned by Liuyun and took in the stone chamber. I have to make a few bowls of soup for me every day, otherwise I am afraid that I will not be able to squeeze out the blood tomorrow."

"You still know that you can't squeeze it out..."

"Go quickly." Jiuyin really wanted to kick him out. She was always talking about it here. If there was another way, wouldn't she want to?

It really hurts to cut her arm to bleed. She once wanted to ask him if he could use other people's blood besides her blood, such as him? After all, it is really difficult to have a bowl of blood a day, so it would be great if someone could share it.

Although this idea is shameless, at least her life can be saved, and it should be nothing to share a person as strong as them.

However, since Canghai said that her blood was OK, he was afraid that his own would not be available. Otherwise, with his protection for her, he would rather stab him ten times than hurt her.

Perhaps because she owed Prince Yi too much, God was destined to let her repay him in person.

"I'll sleep for a while." She looked at Canghai again, half-closed her clouds' eyes, and still smiled: "I'll sleep here tonight."

The smell of blood will definitely be very strong if you sleep in Fengchenye or be with Qingcheng, you will definitely not be able to escape their sensitive noses. Since this is the case, it is better to be with Canghai.

"Aren't you afraid that your two men will be jealous?" Cang Hai had already stood up and wanted to go out to use blood-enriching meals for her. He couldn't help but step and looked back at her and said calmly: "What's more, you sleep here, I can't guarantee if I can..."

"If you know, I'll cut you with scissors." She lazily threw out this sentence.

Canghai's face turned red, and he just snorted coldly and turned around and went out.

Jiuyin lay on the soft couch and fell asleep soon after.

I was really tired, tired and weak, and I slept for more than an hour, and no one came to disturb me.

When she woke up, Canghai was still busy in the kitchen, and the brothers of the Twelve Cavaliers in the West City were always guarding the yard.

In fact, they didn’t have much contact with the people of the Twelve Cavalry, and even their names couldn’t be said. In comparison, they had more opportunities to contact the brothers of the Twelve Cavalry of the Xiaoyun.

After inviting one of them to ask, he found out that Prince Yi had returned to Chenfeng Pavilion, and Qingcheng was still using his skills to heal his wounds in the room.

He has no other place to go except staying in the room to exercise his skills these days, not to mention that he hopes that he can get better soon, and he doesn't want to be the protected person forever.

When she came back, she discussed with Feng Mujin that in addition to looking for the emperor, she also had to find a way to make Qingcheng better, send him away from here, and let him return to Xichu.

They had no idea how many demon sects are there inside and outside the imperial city. Now there are Shuramen and the people from Huafan Building helping each other, and the blood slave can't enter the city for the time being.

However, they also knew very well that the blood slaves tamed by the demon lord would not be just such a group, but they were afraid that the blood slaves from other places would also be rushing towards this side. At that time, Shuramen and the people from Huafan Tower might not be able to stop them.

There was such a big civil strife in the Dongchu royal family again. At that time, it was impossible to tell which side would win, but no matter which side could win, as long as the royal family fights by themselves, it would be exactly the same as the Demon Lord.

She thought that Concubine Ning and the Demon Lord had some differences in the political views. Concubine Ning was unwilling to cause a large-scale fight. Is it because she was afraid that there would be a struggle within her royal family? Even if his son could ascend the throne, the one who took over would be a mess?

The Demon Lord just wanted to use them all the time, and it was not difficult to guess from the words of Liuyun and Concubine Ning. The Demon Lord meant that he really wanted to fight on his own. In this way, when the imperial city fell into dire straits, he could lead his blood slaves and all the demon cultists to capture the imperial city.

Concubine Ning is not stupid. If things really come to that point, her and her prince's power would definitely not be able to be protected.

But Jiuyin also knew very well that Concubine Ning was not moving now, but it was temporary, and sooner or later she would come here.

That day, I walked around the yard and saw that nothing happened, so I went back to the dormitory in Canghai to rest.

This time she slept until dinner, and she used dinner with Canghai and the others. Even if Qingcheng was close, she didn't go there, because she was afraid that the bloody smell on her body would arouse his suspicion.

As for Feng Chenye, don’t anger the leopard for the time being. Among the few people, he has the worst temper. In this situation, she doesn’t want to have any conflicts with him anymore.

Anyway, he had long suspected her and Canghai, so he would have doubted it was good enough, and he would not take it seriously after getting used to it.

After dinner, bathing and changing clothes, I was about to go out to find Canghai to practice with her, but I didn't expect that before I left the dormitory, the door had been opened.

Seeing the face she hadn't seen for two days, her eyebrows lit up and rushed over. She first looked at him carefully. She breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't see anything wrong with her. She hugged his waist tightly: "I miss you."

I haven't seen each other for two days, I really miss him so much.

Feng Mujin's big palm fell on top of her head and rubbed it gently, and said with a smile: "You miss me, but you stayed in another man's room."

"Since you are jealous, why do you still smile? Hypocrite." She looked up at him, rubbing her long fingers against his chest. Seeing him like this, there was no sign of displeasure?

Mu Jin knows her, how could she be like those two ignorant men?

"Why do you want to stay with Canghai?" He helped her out of the door and walked towards the front yard.

"I was hurt a little and didn't want them to know, so I could only hide here."

Hearing this, Feng Mujin paused, looked down and saw that her little face turned a little white. He hurriedly said, "Where did you get hurt?"

The big palm fell on her shoulder, wanting to examine her well, but she was afraid that it would be inconvenient outside. If she was in the room, she would have taken off her clothes and checked it out.

"On the arm, but I don't want them to worry, just think..."

She blinked her eyes, and suddenly hugged him hard, and said with a smile: "Even if you are injured, it's okay for a big man to be injured. Don't leave me later."

I knew that he hugged her and went out as soon as he came out, so it must be because he had something to say together. I was afraid that he would go to Chenfeng Pavilion when he went out.

Feng Mujin stretched out his long finger and bounced it on the tip of his nose, and smiled and said, "Okay, then let's take you to see someone if I'm injured."

...

Jiuyin didn't ask, although she wanted to ask if she had found the emperor, but she didn't dare to ask randomly, for fear that it would mess up his soul.

In the study room of Chenfeng Pavilion, when he saw Feng Ruixuan sitting quietly in the corner, Jiuyin breathed a sigh of relief and still sat down with Feng Mujin.

Although he did not find the emperor, he also brought the Sixth Prince.

The servant brought the tea and retreated. After the door was closed, Feng Ruixuan looked around everyone, and before they asked, he whispered: "I didn't know in advance."

"Then are you informed now?" Feng Dingbei's eyes fell on his face. He had long wanted to ask him when he came back along the way, but before he could get to the Fourth Emperor's place, he had not had time to ask, and everything would be decided by the Fourth Emperor's brother.

Over the years, several princes have had a certain understanding of getting along with each other, and Feng Chenye still has to make a decision on this kind of thing.
Chapter completed!