After crossing, let yourself go

Han Jiu walked into the room in a daze and fell asleep on the bed. Being sick was really uncomfortable. Chang Hao was guarding outside the door and did not leave.

He understood the look in his master's eyes just now, which meant that he was asked to stay here and keep an eye on the people inside. Bingjian ran over secretly, pointed at the room with his hand, and whispered, "Is he in there?"

"Yes," Chang Hao nodded. Actually, the Third Young Master was about to leave, but the master kept him in a hurry. He didn't know what the master would do next.

"Do you think the person inside has never known what the master is thinking?" Bingjian asked in a gossipy manner.

"It seems like he doesn't know." The look in the Third Young Master's eyes when he looked at his master did not have that meaning at all. It was unclear whether this was a good thing for the master.

As the two were talking, Dai Ning came over with a bowl of Tremella soup, smiling. The moment Chang Hao saw her, his brows furrowed. "Why is Miss Dai Ning here?"

"The prince asked me to serve a bowl of Tremella soup to the guests inside, but who are these people inside?" A woman's sixth sense is very accurate.

At first she suspected that the prince was looking at Yang Liuying, but later when she saw the prince talking to that person, she realized that the prince had been paying attention to the man in the room.

If it were someone else, they would definitely not doubt it, but Chang Hao was different. He knew his master too well and knew how his master valued the people inside. He also knew the woman in front of him better. "Miss Dai Ning, just hand the things over to me."

Dai Ning did not give up. "Who do you think you are? The prince told me to send him in personally."

Chang Hao sneered, and Bing Jian said with a playful look, "Dai Ning, you are probably the one who has forgotten your identity." Just because your master pampers you for a few days, you think you can fly up to the tree and become a phoenix?

"You... I will go and talk to the prince, and you will suffer the consequences." Seeing that his plan did not work, Dai Ning thought of taking the initiative and going to the prince to complain about Bingjian and Chang Hao.

Looking at Dai Ning's back, Bing Jian asked in a sullen tone, "Do you think she is stupid?"

"Not very good," Chang Hao responded.

Soon Dai Ning came over with Yan Hongzhi, who was wearing a bright red dress. Chang Hao looked at them expressionlessly. Bing Jian stretched and leaned against a stone pillar nearby. Dai Ning pointed at Chang Hao and said with tears in her eyes, "Prince, Chang Hao bullied me. You have to help me."

Yan Hongzhi raised his eyebrows. "What's going on?"

Chang Hao didn't even look at this big-breasted, brainless woman. "The Third Young Master is in there."

Yan Hongzhi frowned. He thought Chang Hao would arrange Han Jiu to stay in his own room, but he didn't expect to arrange him to stay in an uncomfortable guest room. "Why is he here?"

Chang Hao was stunned, Bing Jian stood up straight, and Dai Ning was gloating. It turned out that the prince had not arranged for him to come. "Prince, Chang Hao brought people to the backyard without your consent. He is too bold."

Chang Hao knelt down nervously, and Bing Jian hurriedly knelt down as well. Yan Hongzhi looked down at the two of them and said, "Bring the person to my room." He was still sick and couldn't sleep on such a hard bed. Thinking that Han Jiu should be asleep, he changed his words and said, "Forget it, I'll go in myself."

Chang Hao and Bing Jian were relieved, they were scared to death. Dai Ning saw Yan Hongzhi preparing to go into the room and quickly grabbed Yan Hongzhi's hand, "Sir, this is not a good idea, bringing a man to your room..." He was a man.

Yan Hongzhi smiled evilly, "So what?" Anyway, he just didn't want Han Jiu to feel uncomfortable, even if it was just about a bed.

Yan Hongzhi reached out and pinched Dai Ning's chin, and said sinisterly, "Don't try to be smart with me, I really don't have the patience." You actually set your sights on someone you shouldn't be touching, you're courting death.

Dai Ning stood there motionless with a pale face. Chang Hao didn't even look at her and followed his master with Bing Jian.

The moment Yan Hongzhi walked in, his heart almost jumped out of his body. He suppressed his longing for three months and his excitement at this moment and slowly walked to the bed.

Han Jiu frowned, looking very uncomfortable, and his bright red lips were now pale without any blood. Yan Hongzhi reached out and touched Han Jiu's forehead and found that the boy was almost burning like a furnace. He hurriedly said to Chang Hao behind him, "Hurry up and call the imperial physician, quickly." Why is the fever so severe?

Han Jiu felt as if her whole body was on fire and her heart was about to explode. What she didn't know was that this condition had nothing to do with her illness, but was due to the Blood Demon Power.

Just like Pei Qing said, the Blood Demon Art is not easy to practice. If you are not careful, you will go crazy and explode and die. Han Jiu is on the verge of going crazy at this time. The true energy in her body is running around trying to find a breakthrough to break through her body. If she is not careful at this time, Han Jiu will explode and die.

She was not like other people who tried every possible means to stop the flow of true energy in advance in order to prevent themselves from going astray. She simply did not know how to prevent it in advance. Han Jiu had mastered the Blood Demon Skill purely by sheer luck.

She was shaking with pain but trying hard to endure the agony. Her clothes were already soaked with sweat, and the blood vessels on her forehead were bulging as if they were about to burst. Every inch of her skin and every bone in her body felt as if they were being bitten by tens of thousands of ants. She was in agony every minute and every second.

Things in the world often go to the opposite extreme. Fortunately, even in such severe pain, Han Jiu did not know martial arts and did not know how to use internal force to transmit true energy. He could only resign himself to his fate and let the true energy in his body wander around randomly.

I don’t know how much time passed before the pain gradually subsided. It seemed that the true energy running around in the body found a suitable place by itself. At first, it was restless and violent and wanted to rush out from Han Jiu’s acupoints and break through her body.

Slowly, the violent true qi quietly stayed in each acupoint and began to nourish it, making every acupoint full of majestic true qi. After experiencing untold pain, Han Jiu's Blood Demon Skill was actually perfected.

Inside the house, when Han Jiu was still feeling uneasy because the internal Qi in his body was running around, Yan Hongzhi was sweating profusely with anxiety.

He yelled at the imperial physician who was taking Han Jiu's pulse, "What's going on? What happened to him?" Yan Hongzhi was also extremely anxious. He didn't know that Han Jiu knew martial arts so he didn't think about it that way. If he knew that Han Jiu knew martial arts, he probably wouldn't have yelled at an imperial physician in such an unpresentable manner.

The imperial physician was also extremely anxious. He really couldn't figure out what the disease was. The pulse was a complete mess. This, this was not the pulse of a living person. He fell to his knees and said, "My Lord, I really can't do anything. I'm afraid, I'm afraid it won't work..."

"What did you say?" Yan Hongzhi yelled at the doctor on the ground, "What do you mean I'm afraid it's not going to work? Who is not going to work, huh?" Then he stretched out his hand to pinch the doctor's neck and stared at him fiercely, as if he would break his neck if he uttered another word.

Chang Hao was also confused. How could someone who was fine just now suddenly become incapable? Wasn't it just a common cold? Bing Jian was so scared that he almost lost his soul. The master was too scary. And Han Jiu on the bed was really going to die?

At this moment, Han Jiu on the bed suddenly groaned, and then spat out a mouthful of black blood. She felt much better after spitting out the blood. She opened her eyes with difficulty and saw Yan Hongzhi pinching someone's neck. What was going on? She said hoarsely, "Hongzhi, what are you doing?"

Although the voice was hoarse, light and weak, Yan Hongzhi indeed heard the man talking. He let go of his hand and strode to the bed and asked nervously, "Xiaojiu, Xiaojiu, are you okay? Where does it hurt, um? Where does it hurt?"

Han Jiu was stunned by Yan Hongzhi. Was this man possessed? "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Hongzhi looked at the black blood on the ground, then looked at his bloodless face, and suddenly reached out and hugged Han Jiu in his arms, "Xiao Jiu, Xiao Jiu, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I will never lose my temper with you again, please don't die, please don't die."

Did you lose your temper with me? When? Why? Han Jiu was confused, but seeing Yan Hongzhi looking like a frightened little animal, she couldn't bear it, so she reached out and gently supported his back, "Don't worry, I'm fine." Let go, he's strangled to death.

Chang Hao looked at Yan Hongzhi and thought to himself that his master didn't look like a master at all. He coughed unnaturally and said, "Sir, let the imperial physician take a look at the Third Young Master first."