Chapter 35 Other people have used it, I think it's dirty
His strength increased, and Mu Lingwei felt that the air intake was getting less and less, as if she was suffocating...
Instead, she said in a deep voice: "Anyway, I am already your princess. If you kill me, I will just go underground and wait for you."
Jun Mohan felt that her neck was very thin, as if it would be crushed if she pinched it lightly. He saw that her eyes were cold and full of fear, but her words were unforgiving.
Suddenly, the strength in his hand relaxed half a bit, and he said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Don't tell me that you are a god. I don't believe the nonsense you said. What kind of magic did you use? Why did you do this?
Conjuring so many things out of thin air?”
Mu Lingwei blinked her eyes and stared back at him without any sign of weakness, "My name is Mu Lingwei. I am an unknown person who just wants to live. I believe that the prince has been forbearing for so many years, but he also only wants a movable type?"
She must negotiate good terms with Jun Mohan, otherwise, how can she live here? She will not say that she is a ghost possessing her here. If he puts her on the fire and roasts her, it will not lead to self-destruction.
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In an instant, Jun Mohan was also stunned. He let go of his hand and looked at his legs. He was already a cripple, just lingering on.
If she could really heal his leg...
She saw a flash of sadness in his eyes, and knew that he was also eager to stand up, so she continued: "I can guarantee that as long as you don't hurt me again, we will not be enemies."
She waited for a moment before listening to him: "You said this to me, are you really just trying to survive and have no other purpose?"
In fact, Guo Yan had already found out her true identity, and he also guessed that this woman was not the real Mu Lingwei.
"You're like this, what else can I want from you?" She said. He thought that Jun Mohan, besides having martial arts skills, would be very weak and could be killed at any time.
Then he said: "Do you want to be your princess? Don't worry about this, I don't have a crush on you, and only your little white flower takes you as a treasure."
Sooner or later, she will live openly and openly in the sun.
Mu Lingwei said directly: "But the prince should know a truth. Human beings are only interested in profit. Most of them only seek the word "profit". If there is no profit, they will not do anything. This truth should be understood by the prince, and I also only seek the word "profit"..."
"I can also kill you immediately and make you unprofitable." Jun Mo said coldly. He did not expect that Mu Lingwei would dare to speak so bluntly in front of him.
Mu Lingwei said firmly: "Your Majesty will not kill me, because I said we are not enemies."
Jun Mohan has already become interested in her, and this is her bargaining chip.
She whispered again: "If I can cure the leg disease for the prince, the prince will let me take the position of Princess Anyang."
Based on her many years of experience in practicing medicine, Jun Mohan is not completely disabled. For a man who can move freely with his arm strength, she can find a solution for any problem in his leg as long as it is not broken.
Jun Mo swept her cheek coldly, and before the fingerprints completely dissipated, there was a confident and charming light in her eyes...
Suddenly, a sarcastic smile appeared on Jun Mohan's lips: "Do you know that the position of Princess Anyang is full of thorns, and her final fate cannot escape the word death. You want to become my princess, and you want to use your position as princess to gain
Li, I'm afraid you made the wrong calculation."
Mu Lingwei just wanted to establish a foothold here, and didn't want to have anything to do with him at all, so she said again: "Don't worry, I don't like you, and besides, I find it dirty if it has been used by others."
"Dong dong dong..." At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Immediately afterwards, Zhen'er's voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Princess, the slave has brought tea in..."
"The door is open, come in if you want, no matter what door you knock on." Mu Lingwei said calmly.
Zhen'er kept her head lowered and her eyes could only stare at the ground. She put the tea on the table and went to clean up the mess in the room.
Mu Lingwei poured herself a cup of hot tea, sat steadily on the stool and took a leisurely sip.
At this time, except for the sound of her sucking water, because neither of them spoke, the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and Zhen'er didn't dare to make any sound.
Mu Lingwei especially didn't like this atmosphere. If she wanted to slip away in broad daylight, she should give Jun Mohan time to think about it.
But in a blink of an eye, he saw Jun Mohan sitting in a wheelchair, looking like a fairy, with perfect facial features, a slender swan neck and a gently rolling Adam's apple, thin lips pursed, and a deep gaze, staring at her closely.
Mu Lingwei only glanced at her and quickly turned her head. Why was he staring at her? Is there anything dirty on her face besides the fingerprints?
When he sat there, he looked like a pretty boy, but his whole body was exuding male hormones... full of them.
The next moment, Mu Lingwei stood up suddenly, put down the cup and ran out. After leaving the study, she felt that she finally breathed fresh air.
After a while, Zhen'er also retreated. The moment he closed the door, Zhen'er also breathed in the fresh air without any image.
Mu Lingwei never left. When she saw Zhen'er coming out, her head suddenly popped up from the archway and whispered: "Zhen'er, Zhen'er, I'm here."
Zhen'er ran over quickly: "Princess, what are you doing here?" She was surprised that the princess ran out, but the prince was not angry and did not stop her.
"What is Jun Mohan doing inside?" Mu Lingwei couldn't understand him either.
"The prince has done nothing and has been in a daze. I have never seen the prince like this before." Zhen'er said.
"What was he like before?" she asked again.
"The prince used to practice martial arts with a spear, laugh, and..." Zhen'er's eyes were full of sadness. She couldn't say many things, so she could only say: "In short, the princess should not make the prince angry in the future."
He is obviously a proud man of heaven, but now he can only hide in Linzhou City and live on. This is how outsiders evaluate King Anyang.
Mu Lingwei saw that Zhen'er didn't say anything, "You go back first, I will come back later."
After Zhen'er left, she quietly returned and climbed on the window to look in. She saw Jun Mohan lifted up his white robe and rolled up his trouser legs. His legs were thin and long.
Suddenly, he slashed the edge of the dagger towards his calf, and instantly, beads of blood came out.
Mu Lingwei covered her mouth tightly, as if it didn't hurt. The blood flowed to the ground, drop by drop, while Jun Mohan just watched blankly.
Just as Mu Lingwei was about to open the door and enter, suddenly, he saw a medicine bottle in his hand. He opened it and poured the medicine powder on the wound. The bleeding stopped instantly.
Mu Lingwei touched her chest, but the bottle was gone. Looking at the bottle in his hand, it seemed that it was the bottle she used to hold the golden sore medicine. Could it be that he had known about it a long time ago.
Mu Lingwei turned around and left, meeting Guo Yan at the corner.
Before she could leave, Guo Yan asked: "What was the princess looking at just now?"