The daughter of the mansion is slapped in the face every day

Zhao Zheyong clasped his fists towards Jiang Yunxi, "It is indeed abrupt. But I also have the emperor's order, please forgive me, Princess."

"Of course I dare not embarrass Your Highness. However, the guard who kicked the door open was indeed a bit too much. Is it not too much for you to chop off his two feet yourself?"

Jiang Yunxi's tone was calm, as if he was in a pork shop, discussing with his friends which part of the meat was the most delicious.

Zhao Zheyong glanced at the guard and said, "Okay."

Zhao Zheyong waved his hand, signaling the people behind him to drag the guard away.

"No, Princess, please spare me..." The guard felt really wronged. It was Zhao Zheyong who ordered the intrusion, but he was the one who was punished in the end. "Your Highness, please spare me..."

"This Buddhist temple is a quiet place. Your Highness, please deal with it outside the temple. Nan Nan, you follow and watch." Jiang Yunxi's gaze returned to the book.

Nan Nan nodded and accepted the order.

"Close the door. I need to start copying the sutra again."

Everyone retreated.

Hearing the footsteps getting farther and farther away, Jiang Yunxi told Zhen Zhen to guard outside the door, picked up the book on the desk, and put it back on the wall.

The secret door on the ground slowly opened.

There is no one down there anymore.

Jiang Yunxi thought that Zhao Changyu was still very wary of her, fearing that she would reveal their whereabouts.

So he left early.

Jiang Yunxi took the candle, lit the lighter, and walked down the stairs boldly.

She was curious about where this secret passage led to.

Jiang Yunxi's heart trembled slightly. She raised the candlelight and looked. When she found that the person in front of her was Zhao Changyu, she felt that she was still safe.

If she really died here, it would be a big trouble.

By then, Jiang Xueyi would definitely surround the hilltop of Jining Temple and force Zhao Changta to investigate the matter thoroughly.

At that time, Zhao Changyu could not escape responsibility.

Hua Rong, who was next to Zhao Changyu, looked at Jiang Yunxi with a wary look on his face. He exuded a bloody smell and his eyes were full of hostility.

Hua Rong's hand holding the sword was shaking slightly, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

"I can save him." Jiang Yunxi knew that it was not easy to make Hua Rong believe her in a short time, so she looked at Zhao Changyu with sharp eyes.

Zhao Changyu took a look at Hua Rong's physical condition and knew that he was really about to collapse, so he supported his sword-holding hand and let him slowly relax.

"Can you really cure him?"

Although Zhao Changyu knew that Jiang Yunxi had studied medicine for three years, no one in Beijing had seen her true medical skills.

But Huarong cannot be in trouble, so Zhao Changyu asked this question.

Jiang Yunxi took Hua Rong's hand and felt his pulse. Looking at his dark complexion and dark purple lips, he was sure that he was poisoned.

She took out a small medicine bottle from her purse and handed the antidote pill to Huarong's mouth.

Detoxification pills cannot detoxify all poisons, but they can eliminate the toxicity of most of the medicinal ingredients used to make poisons.

This was what Jiang Yunxi brought back to the palace. In the palace, medicinal materials were under control, and she had no chance to prepare these.

Therefore, these detoxification pills are extremely precious.

Jiang Yunxi thought, if Hua Rong was not the person Zhao Changyu wanted to save, she would not be willing to help.

She only hoped that when Zhao Changyu became emperor in the future, he would remember her good points and give her some freedom.

But Hua Rong refused to speak.

Jiang Yunxi had no choice but to eat one herself and then stuffed another one into his mouth, not allowing him to refuse.

Avoid getting into awkward arguments with Huarong and wasting time.

Hua Rong's tongue tip touched the slightly bitter pill. Seeing Jiang Yunxi eat it, he swallowed it reluctantly, with an expression full of reluctance.

He looked very much like a young male prostitute who was forced into prostitution, but his strong muscles did not seem like those of a weak and helpless young male prostitute.

"Who is he?" Jiang Yunxi looked at Zhao Changyu with pure innocence in her eyes. "I saved him, so I can't not give him a chance to repay my kindness, right?"

Her tone was full of matter-of-factness.

Hua Rong smiled coldly, "Who asked you to save me?"

"Who can't say something after the fact?" Jiang Yunxi blinked and retorted.

But the way she hid behind Zhao Changyu revealed her fear.

"I really can't say." Zhao Changyu tilted his head and spoke to Jiang Yunxi patiently.

When Hua Rong saw Zhao Changyu protecting his girl, he knew in his heart what position the girl in front of him held in Zhao Changyu's heart.

He didn't want to argue with the little girl, so he walked aside, trying to find a quiet place to rest.

"Oh." Jiang Yunxi pretended to turn around, and took advantage of Hua Rong's unpreparedness, snatched the sword from his hand, turned around and stabbed Hua Rong in the chest.

Firstly, Hua Rong did not expect Jiang Yunxi to snatch his sword. He felt that the girl had clear eyes and did not look like a bad person. Secondly, he felt that the girl had a close relationship with Zhao Changyu and should not be a threat. Thirdly, due to the severe poisoning, his mind was in a muddle, so he did not hold the sword in his hand.

He didn't expect Jiang Yunxi to sneak attack him!

Hua Rong immediately dodged to the side, his eyes filled with bloodshot. He pinched Jiang Yunxi's neck with one hand and slowly lifted her up from the ground.

Feeling suffocated, Jiang Yunxi loosened the sword in his hand. The sword fell to the ground and hit the stone, making a crisp sound.

Jiang Yunxi gripped Hua Rong's wrists tightly with both hands, her nails dug deeply into his wrists, bleeding, but it did not shake him at all.

Hua Rong really wanted to kill!

Her breath was getting weaker and weaker.

The strength in my hands is getting weaker and weaker.

Immediately, Zhao Changyu squeezed Hua Rong's wrist tightly, with such force that it seemed as if he was going to break his wrist. "She doesn't know martial arts, so she can't hurt you."

"She wants to kill me like this. This person cannot be trusted." Hua Rong couldn't hear what Zhao Changyu said at this moment.

Looking at Jiang Yunxi who was having difficulty breathing, Zhao Changyu glared at him, and the strength in his hands suddenly increased. "If she wanted to kill you, she could have just poisoned you. She won't tell anyone. Let go!"

Seeing that Zhao Changyu was really angry, Hua Rong believed that if he didn't let go, Zhao Changyu would really break his wrist.

He had no choice but to let go, staring at Jiang Yunxi with indignation in his eyes.

Jiang Yunxi's legs went weak and she almost fell down. Zhao Changyu came over and let her lean on him.

Jiang Yunxi was breathing heavily.

Oxygen entered her body through every pore.

He held Zhao Changyu's arm with one hand to support his body, and covered his neck with the other hand, gasping for breath.

She just suddenly remembered the feeling of suffocation in her previous life.

She will never forget the feeling of being on the verge of death.

Zhao Changyu also felt that Jiang Yunxi's behavior was very abnormal. His face was serious and calm. "Why do you want to kill him? He is a martial artist and is always very cautious. You should know that with your martial arts skills, you can't sneak attack him. So why do you still want to do it?"

He was worried that if there was a next time when he was not with Jiang Yunxi, and Jiang Yunxi did something risky like this again, her life would really be in danger.