Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

Faced with the murderous aura of Shen Jue, Jiang Xi didn't investigate and directly beat the original owner with fifty lashes to vent his anger.

After all, the original owner was a prince, and no matter how unpopular he was, the General's Mansion was still standing behind him.

The original owner was beaten and sentenced to house arrest for five years, and Shen Jue did not pursue the matter any further.

He also knew that this matter was not that simple.

The original owner might also be a victim, so he has been investigating secretly.

The original owner was confined to the bedroom by Jiang Xi for not teaching her son well.

Even the General's Mansion was suppressed by Concubine Lan's faction.

The Queen was under house arrest, and Concubine Lan was the most powerful person in the palace. The people who served the original owner were best at changing their attitudes according to the situation.

Jiang Lin and Jiang Lan were secretly making trouble again.

Within half a month, the original owner was tortured to death.

[Host, host, are you okay?] 5836 was very worried.

Two bowls of soup filled with double the ingredients.

This girl who drugged me is so cruel.

Even a cow wouldn't need such a large dose.

[I won't die for now, but if I can't hold on any longer, 5836] Jiang Zhiyi apologized, his voice trembling unnaturally: [I might commit suicide.]

Equally unbelievably decisive.

The effect of the medicine in his body has reached its peak.

It was difficult for him to speak now.

But in this world, pills are useless.

When 5836 heard Jiang Zhiyi's words that he wanted to die, he became so anxious that the whole ball in the system space turned pale.

But he couldn't say anything to stop the host from dying.

Preventing the host from dying means forcing the host to find someone to sleep with.

He knew that even if the host died, he would not let anyone else take care of the medicine.

There is no soul here. This is a fatal question, and death is certain.

[5836, choose a good one in the next world.] Jiang Zhiyi gave up struggling.

He wanted to tear off his clothes.

I miss that soul so much.

If only he were here.

You can just hold him.

He wouldn't have to suffer so much.

Tears welled up from the corners of her eyes as Jiang Zhiyi desperately tried to control her hands from tearing her clothes.

But he still tore his clothes...

The snow-white and delicate chest was exposed to the air, and a hint of coolness made his confused mind a little clearer.

"Brother, where are you?" Jiang Zhiyi murmured.

I feel so bad...

Shen Jue, who was soaking in the water and leaning against the edge of the pool, moved his ears slightly, and his eyes as cold as moonlight looked at the rockery not far from him.

He picked up the outer robe by the pool and put it on, then walked lightly towards the place where the sound came from with a dagger in his hand.

It seemed as if the sound of crying could be heard again.

The intermittent communication made it difficult for him to hear clearly.

The sound of fabric ripping?

"Hmm~" Jiang Zhiyi's bloody lips opened slightly, and he let out an uncontrollable low moan.

Brother, I really can't control myself.

See you in the next world.

Jiang Zhiyi bit his tongue with the remaining willpower.

Shen Jue, who had already approached, frowned.

His face was gloomy.

Someone actually dared to do such a shameful thing in the bamboo courtyard.

Suddenly, a very familiar soul fluctuation came, and Jiang Zhiyi opened his eyes while struggling in chaos.

He released his tongue, and a dagger appeared in his hand, which he stabbed into his thigh without mercy.

The intense pain cleared his mind.

He felt it with his heart, and then was filled with joy.

It was him, that soul.

"Brother, I'm here." Jiang Zhiyi said.

His voice had long been hoarse from trying so hard to hold it in.

Because of the Chinese medicine, he thought he was very loud, but in fact his voice was as soft as a mosquito or fly.

If Shen Jue wasn't such a skilled martial artist, he wouldn't have been able to hear it at all.

Shen Jue behind the rockery did not move.

There was confusion on his face.

For some reason, when he heard the word "brother", he had the urge to rush out and hug the person in his arms.

This is not his character.

So he hesitated.

He never allowed anything to happen that was beyond his control.

Every minute and every second of waiting was torture for Jiang Zhiyi.

Clang, the heat wave from his body hit Jiang Zhiyi again, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

In fact, it took less than two breaths.

A dagger appeared in Jiang Zhiyi's hand again, and he stabbed the wound without blinking.

Blood gushed out.

He climbed to the back of the rockery with great effort.

Leaving a pool of blood.

After hesitating for a moment, Shen Jue took another step.

There was a cruel look in his eyes, and he would destroy anything that was beyond his control.

When he turned around the rockery, what caught his eye was Jiang Zhiyi, whose clothes were half-open, her face flushed, her eyes seductive but still stubborn.

The ground was covered with horrific blood.

"It's great that you're finally here." Jiang Zhiyi raised her head and smiled at him.

The corners of her eyes were red, and the dependence and surprise in them almost overflowed.

As if possessed by some unknown force, Shen Jue stepped forward and picked the person up.

"The Third Prince has been offended. I will send the imperial physician over immediately."

Shen Jue turned his head away from looking at Jiang Zhiyi and said.

It was obvious that Jiang Zhiyi had been drugged.

But why did she appear in his house, and in his bamboo courtyard?

This is something worth pondering.

"Brother, I feel so bad."

Being held in the arms of her lover, Jiang Zhiyi no longer suppressed herself.

His hands kept messing around on Shen Jue's body.

"Your Highness, please be patient. I will take you to see the imperial physician immediately."

Shen Jue dared not look or breathe.

"No, I just want you."

"Brother, I'm so hot..."

Suddenly Shen Jue stopped.

He lowered his head to look at Jiang Zhiyi, who had narrowed his eyes and was in a state of chaos.

Gnashing his teeth, he said, "Third Prince, please respect yourself."

Jiang Zhiyi didn't care what Shen Jue said.

His hand still didn't stop, and it touched the lower abdomen along the strong chest.

Lips and tongue licked the seductive chest.

He just knew that this was his brother.

He needed the coolness of his body now, it was very comfortable.

"Jiang Zhiyi, do you know what you are doing?"

Shen Jue was furious.

He now strongly suspected that the Third Prince had drugged himself, and his target was him.

Jiang Zhiyi refused to listen.

Not enough is not enough.

Shen Jue's face was gloomier than ever before.

Holding Jiang Zhiyi, he angrily threw her into the pool beside him:

"Since Your Highness is not in a clear mind, please go down and sober up. I will then take Your Highness to the doctor."

Shen Jue threw it without any hesitation.

Jiang Zhiyi fell into the water with a splash, like a kite with a broken string.

Disappear.

Leaving behind a pool of blood-stained water.

Shen Jue frowned, not knowing why he felt so heartbroken.

The blood on the water surface continued to expand.

Shen Jue's mind flashed with Jiang Zhiyi's bloody lips and bloody thighs.

damn it.

The next moment, he jumped into the water with a splash at the place where Jiang Zhiyi fell into the water.

Jiang Zhiyi was like a fish, and she clung to Shen Jue the moment he appeared.

He seemed to feel much lighter in the water.

The movements are also much more flexible.

He tore off Shen Jue's already loose outer robe.

The whole person stuck to it.

"Your Highness, please respect yourself." Shen Jue pulled Jiang Zhiyi away with a cold face and reached for the outer robe that was half floating on the water.

How come he didn't know before that the Third Prince was so shameless?

How dare you take off his clothes, and your hands are not honest...