Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

At that moment, some memory fragments flooded into Jiang Qing's mind, but he couldn't piece anything together.

After spitting out the black blood, Jiang Qing felt his body became a lot lighter.

It seems that the prince did not lie to her.

However, the bed was stained with black blood. Jiang Qing couldn't find a towel to wipe it, so he wiped it back and forth with his sleeves, but it made the color of the quilt more stained.

It seems like he's in trouble.

Jiang Qing glanced away. Duan Zhuoyan had not returned since he went out. She breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little sleepy. She had to lie back on the jade pillow. Her eyelids gradually closed and she fell asleep.

Duan Zhuoyan came out of Crown Prince Liang Zun's room. The deathly look on his face was revealed. It was obvious that if Duan Zhuoyan had not been there, he would have become Jiang Qing's dead soul tonight.

He walked heavily back to Jiang Qing's bed. The black blood had stained her collar. Some bloodstains were faintly visible between her sleeves, which matched the stain on the quilt. Duan Zhuoyan couldn't help but shake his head.

Duan Zhuoyan moved his palm slightly, and the sudden black blood marks in front of him disappeared completely.

It turned out that the little fox's name was Jiang Qing. After two years, he finally knew her name.

He wondered in his heart why Jiang Qing had lost his memory and had his demonic power sealed by others, becoming a mortal. He lowered his head and saw that Jiang Qing's palms, which were resting on the edge of the bed, were covered with layers of calluses, which were left from practicing various killing moves.

Every blow she struck was ruthless and every step she took was pressing, and every move she made showed that she had received rigorous and precise training.

When she was still a little fox, she looked ignorant and innocent.

This was the first time in his life that Duan Zhuoyan had such a great interest in a person.

The fox demon named Jiang Qing in front of him carries too many secrets and is inextricably linked to the secrets of the imperial palace.

The circle of discipline under his feet emitted a little fluorescence because of his entry. Duan Zhuoyan stepped lightly on it and left the bedroom.

Palace maids began to move around in the palace from the hour of Mao. Jiang Qing woke up quietly from her bed, feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep.

The palace servants outside received orders not to enter the room to clean today. Jiang Qing stood up and wanted to go out, but was suddenly burned when he approached the discipline circle.

Duan Zhuoyan didn't allow her to leave.

Jiang Qing felt curious and squatted down to look at the golden ring of commandments that had disappeared on the ground. As soon as his fingers touched it, light appeared.

Perhaps she realized that Jiang Qing had no intention of leaving, her fingertips did not feel as hot as the first time.

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Duan Zhuoyan used his magic power to return to Qingshan. The monks of Liangguo Temple were already chanting Buddhist scriptures in the Three Treasures Hall. He walked towards the Sutra Library.

There was a young monk in charge of books in the Sutra Library. When he saw Duan Zhuoyan coming, he bowed and gave a Buddhist salute, "Master Zen Heart."

Duan Zhuoyan also clasped his hands together in return and then walked into the Sutra Library.

Passing through neatly arranged wooden bookcases and reaching the depths of the Sutra Repository, he saw a high wall with a portrait of Buddha hanging on it. He took down the statue respectfully, and when he placed his palm on the wall, runes appeared.

Duan Zhuoyan murmured some Sanskrit words, and his magic power was transmitted to the wall through his palms. After a while, the wall in front of him split apart, revealing the layout inside.

This is a place similar to a dark room, without windows, but it emanates golden Buddha light all the time.

The dark room is filled with various books and weapons. On the stone pillar in the left corner is a miniature tower. If you look closely, you can find that it is the Demon Locking Tower that has long disappeared in the human world.

Duan Zhuoyan walked in and the wall behind him closed automatically.

He slid his feet back and sat cross-legged on the ground, his amber eyes closed. Many ancient books in the room moved without wind, and the words in the open volumes floated in the air.

Not only is there a collection of unparalleled Buddhist scriptures and techniques, but also related forbidden techniques related to the world of demons.

When Duan Zhuoyan opened his eyes again, he saw everything.

The fox demon clan has the ability to confuse the mind, and through practicing forbidden techniques they can tamper with the memories of others.

He withdrew his magic, and the golden light in the dark room gradually dimmed. Duan Zhuoyan used the same method to leave the dark room again.

When Jiang Qing returned to the palace around 9:00 p.m., he stayed alone in his bedroom, unable to go anywhere except his bed.

Duan Zhuoyan calculated the time and knew that he would not be away from the palace for too long, so he ordered the palace servants not to enter the room without permission. This made things difficult for Jiang Qing, who had not eaten since taking the detoxification pills. Fortunately, she did not feel obviously hungry, probably because she had been hungry too many times before.

Duan Zhuoyan carried the dining tray into the bedroom. Jiang Qing was sitting on the bed, carefully looking at the dragon pattern embroidered with gold thread on the bedding. When she heard his footsteps, she looked in the direction of the sound.

"Give."

There were three dishes and a soup beautifully presented on the plate. The royal family's life was truly luxurious, even the breakfast was so sumptuous.

Duan Zhuoyan first placed the dinner plate on the high-quality mahogany table, then raised his palm slightly upwards, and the discipline circle instantly emitted a faint fluorescence. He motioned Jiang Qing to come over.

Jiang Qing tried to touch the place where she was burned with her toes. The circle of discipline did not attack her again, so she walked over with peace of mind.

"Why did the prince lock me up here?"

Why?

Duan Zhuoyan asked himself, he did all this just because he followed his heart, probably because he saw the little fox he once saved fell into such a situation, and he had no sin of killing, so out of Buddha's mercy, he naturally wanted to eliminate the disaster for it.

"Your background is strange, which always makes people curious."

Jiang Qing leaned closer to look at his long eyelashes and amber pupils, which were completely different from his scary appearance with a scar on his face.

"The prince can also tell fortunes?"

"I know a little bit."

"Then why don't you know my name or where my home is? And why..."

"Let's eat first."

Duan Zhuoyan's eyes fell on the edge of the jade plate brought to Jiang Qing, avoiding Jiang Qing's questions.

Jiang Qing's lips suddenly curled up into a smile, and without saying anything else, he picked up the bowl and chopsticks to eat.

This was the first time she had eaten such exquisite food in all these years.

After finishing the meal, Jiang Qing put down his bowl and chopsticks and gently wiped the corners of his mouth. Duan Zhuoyan had already left.

She stood up and tried to walk to the door, but when she took the first step, she was suddenly pulled back to the bed by a strong force.

Fortunately, she was agile and was not injured by the pulling force.

How long is Duan Zhuoyan going to lock her up here?

Jiang Qing frowned slightly.

Duan Zhuoyan did not go far away after he left. Now the prince's madness is sometimes better and sometimes worse. Empress Sun comes to take care of the prince almost every day. He is waiting for her to come.

It was not until noon that Empress Sun passed through heavy guards and entered Mingde Palace.

She went to court with Liang Zhuang today. She had not changed her clothes yet. She was wearing a golden court gown with a pattern of birds paying homage to the phoenix, and every strand of her hair was tied up on her head.

"Meet Queen Sun."

"Chanxin, it's rare to see you waiting for me here, how is the prince?"

"It's basically fine." Duan Zhuoyan looked calmly at the no longer young woman in front of him. Her upward eyebrows made her look sharper. "Empress Sun, do you know where the imperial concubine has been recently?"

Empress Sun's peaceful smile froze for a moment. She and that imperial concubine had always been at odds with each other.

"If you want to know, I will send someone to interrogate you."

However, Duan Zhuoyan just shook his head, and gently turned the Buddhist beads in his palm back, "Don't bother Queen Sun."

In fact, he could use magic to find the location of the imperial concubine, and this wait was just to confirm some things.

The next second, Duan Zhuoyan cast a spell to close the door of the inner hall where Jiang Qing was. As if he had sensed something, his fingertips paused as he was about to drop the spell. Then he heard the guards outside the door running in and bowing to Empress Sun, "Your Highness, the Empress, the Imperial Concubine said she has something important to discuss, so please go to Changle Palace to discuss it.