The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

The surroundings were completely quiet, with no sounds of young men and women laughing and playing, no sounds of family and friends gathering and chatting, and no sounds of girls chasing and playing. At the moment, it seemed that Yun Mujiu and Youming Jiuchong were the only two people around.

Yun Mujiu thought of the legend in the martial arts world that Youming Jiuchong had an unstable temperament and might go crazy at any time. If someone made him unhappy, he would do anything even if the other person was his own.

Yun Mujiu didn't think she had the level to fight with Youming Jiuchong bare-handed. Even if she had weapons, she would not be a match for the leader of a killer organization.

Seeing Yun Mujiu remained silent, Nether Nine said in a wicked way, "Madam Ming, what do you think?"

If a worldly-wise young girl heard this deep voice, she would be attracted by it without knowing that the speaker was a devil.

But Yun Mujiu felt a chill when she heard this. Oh my god, she is married and her husband is still at home.

At this moment, to Yun Mujiu, the "Mrs. Ming" mentioned by Youming Jiuchong sounded as terrifying as if a monster called her "Mrs. Niu".

Yun Mujiu quietly took a few steps back, waved his hand, and tried to persuade her: "You will meet your own happiness."

"Take it." You Ming Jiu Chong raised the rose in his hand again and emphasized: "I'm afraid I won't be happy without you."

Yun Mujiu didn't pick up the topic and replied, "If you don't want the banknotes, I'll find a way to give you something else someday. How about rare herbs? I'm cultivating a batch recently."

"No need."

"Or, I can discuss with the prince and see what is the appropriate thing to thank you for?"

"Need not."

"How about the VIP cards for my shop? I'll give you a bunch, and you can give them to your subordinates."

"Don't use those things to get rid of me."

Yun Mujiu was at his wit's end, with a rogue look on his face, he came clean: "Then I won't send you off. Anyway, you didn't come to save me just to get an order, you saved me because the prince asked you to. As for repaying the favor, I believe the prince has already repaid you. I won't waste my time." Anyway, good intentions don't go unrewarded, so why bother yourself with unnecessary favors?

Netherworld Jiuchong raised his hand and adjusted his mask.

He said quietly, "Give it to you. Even if you don't offer to give it to me, I will still ask you to repay your kindness."

"If you don't send me off, then go to hell!"

Yun Mujiu's heart was filled with rage. He took another step back, holding the dagger tightly in his right hand.

Does Netherworld Nine have split personality?! He will kill you if you don't please him? Is he a psychopath?

She was talking in good spirits just now, and she was planning to give the banknote to Youming Jiuchong and then quickly leave the garden. Unexpectedly, Youming Jiuchong became a different person in the end, and his expression changed as he spoke.

The golden sunlight shines on the flowers, plants and trees in the garden. Standing in the flower garden, you are surrounded by the fragrant scent of flowers, and the chirping of birds in the distance sounds like the tapping of jade.

Among the colorful flowers, there is a young girl standing with a knife in her hand. Her body is as straight as a pine tree, her small oval face is full of tenacity, and her pair of almond eyes are shining with an unyielding light.

For a moment, Youming Jiuchong felt that his eyes were dazzled. He felt that the person in front of him seemed somewhat strange and yet somewhat familiar to him.

Memories flooded into his mind, intertwining and confusing. He recalled a blood-moon night when a man asked him, "Master, do you remember Yun Mujiu?"

He asked: "Who is Yun Mujiu?"

Later, his memory fragments became a little fuzzy. He vaguely remembered that someone said to him "Princess", "daughter of the Left Prime Minister", "granddaughter of Duke Meng" and so on.

In addition to these words, he also remembered that under the blood-mooned night, it seemed as if there was a battle. He could hear the sounds of fighting and smell the strong smell of blood. What he could see with his naked eyes were raging flames and ruins emitting gray smoke.

Youming Jiuchong's head suddenly began to hurt, and the red lotus between his eyebrows wrinkled into a ball. He bent his waist slightly and raised his hand to support his forehead.

"Send. I will give you something." Yun Mujiu came up with this answer after thinking about it. No matter what, she had to stabilize the Netherworld Ninth Layer first, saving her life was the most important thing.

But the only answer she got was silence. She held the dagger in her hand and suddenly raised her head to look.

What Yun Mujiu saw was You Ming Jiu Chong holding his forehead with his hand. Out of a doctor's intuition, he subconsciously asked, "What's wrong with you? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Netherworld's nine-fold red pupils widened, and the lotus on his face seemed to shimmer with a deeper red, emitting an evil and dangerous aura for no reason.

Youming Jiuchong seemed not to hear Yun Mujiu's words. He lowered his head. The rose in his other hand had not fallen out yet, but the thorns on the branch pierced his clenched palms and drew drops of blood.

Yun Mujiu raised her hand and waved it in front of Netherworld Nine Layers. In her opinion, Netherworld Nine Layers' changes were very abrupt, as if he had suddenly fallen ill or gone insane.

"Crack!" Youming Jiuchong grabbed Yun Mujiu's wrist and stared at Yun Mujiu.

"Ouch!" Yun Mujiu cried out in pain, "What are you doing? I'm a doctor who cares about you out of kindness!"

Netherworld Nine's red eyes moved slightly, still staring at Yun Mujiu.

Yun Mujiu raised his other hand, turned it into a knife, and chopped towards Youming Jiuzhong's neck with his palm.

Yun Mujiu's hands were quick, but Youming Jiuchong was even quicker. He turned his head and then leaned sideways to avoid Yun Mujiu's attack.

Seeing that he failed and could not press the acupoints to make the Ninth Layer of the Netherworld become quiet, Yun Mujiu dropped one hand and took out a handful of powder from the inside of his sleeve.

And Netherworld Nineth Level dodged and hid a long distance away from Yun Mujiu.

Yun Mujiuqi laughed, even the Netherworld Nineth Layer was possessed by a demon, yet he still reacted so quickly.

She wanted to go forward again, but Youming Jiuchong slowly raised his head and raised his hand, "It's okay."

"Are you sick?" Yun Mujiu asked.

"I guess so." Netherworld Nine said calmly. The bloodshot eyes and the twisted lotus between his brows silently revealed that his current condition was not good.

Yun Mujiu didn't know why, but when he saw Youming Jiuchong's stubborn and strong-willed look, he thought of Ye Xiaohan, who was used to forbearing.

She still chose to ask: "Do you want me to show you?"

Netherworld Nine said, "No need." He paused and looked at Yun Mujiu's red wrist, "I didn't mean to hurt you just now."

Yun Mujiu replied: "It was almost broken, but fortunately it was just red and swollen. But considering that you are a patient, I won't bother with you. If you really need treatment and I can help, I can try to treat you."

Netherworld Nine said: "No need. You can't cure this disease."

Yun Mujiu thought of his own illness and asked, "What disease do you have? Maybe I can try to treat it."

Youming Jiuchong curled the corner of his mouth slightly and secretly complained: Can his illness be cured?

No one in the world can cure it, even if that person is Zhongyue's famous female doctor, Yun Mujiu...