After forcibly taking the blood of the sick and delicate prince to continue his life

Chapter 1 Prince Blood Bank

Author: Yu Yuan Guiyu

Chapter 1 Prince Blood Bank

"Your Highness, he is here." A soft and cautious voice sounded in my ears.

Yan Qi's beautiful slender eyebrows were slightly twisted, he raised his hand to rub his swollen and painful brain, and opened his eyes lazily.

Seeing this, Green Branch lowered his head even lower, and even his breathing became lighter.

Tragic, absolutely tragic.

Yan Qi lazily leaned on the couch and looked at the pale man kneeling outside the hall calmly.

His impeccable facial features exuded an air of coquettishness, and his narrow red eyes were like deep cold pools. Horrible scars were crisscrossed all over his body, and his thin clothes were in tatters. Even this could not bend his straight back in the slightest.

, the whiteness of the ice and snow, and the goose-feather flying snow made his eyebrows even colder.

He was worthy of being the ruthless emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the future, but he seemed to have an incompatible character in this situation.

The wind and snow were raging outside the palace, and Yan Qi couldn't help but shiver.

"Green Branch, let him in."

Yan Qi's face remained calm, but in reality, her heart was like a ball of cotton. The original owner, who had been stabbed a thousand times, tortured the boss into this state and then disappeared, leaving her inexplicably turning into a scapegoat.

At the thought of being torn apart by Jiang Qi's five horses, Yan Qi's breathing began to sting, and every inch of skin and every bone on his body seemed to scream fear.

Yes, she wore a book.

The original owner, Yue Huan, was the only princess of the Yuezhi Kingdom. She had an alluring appearance and skin as white as snow. She was the queen of the current dynasty and was highly favored by Emperor Ming. The prince, Yue Jue, was her brother from the same mother, and he was extremely doting on the original owner.

No lower limit.

She was originally a precious body that was favored by thousands of people, but fate played a trick on her. The original queen was infected with a strange poison in her womb. The miracle doctor Cang Lan tried his best to preserve the queen's body, and Yue Huan was also born smoothly, but in the end she

The poison was so deep that Yue Huan was born with a delicate body and a weak body.

The miracle doctor once declared that Yue Huan would not live to be twenty years old.

Years of suffering from illness have created Yue Huan's surly temperament. Relying on honor and favor, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is lawless.

In the book, the male protagonist Jiang Qi, the crown prince of the Zhou Dynasty, was sent to the Yuezhi Kingdom as a hostage.

It's called Proton, but it's actually Yue Huan's mobile blood bank.

Emperor Ming heard that the blood of the Zhiyin body born in the yin time and lunar calendar could relieve Yue Huan's severe pain. It happened that the male protagonist was the Zhiyin body that was rare in a century, so he sent troops to the Great Zhou Dynasty, forcing the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty to have no choice but to

Hand over Prince Jiang Qi.

Jiang Qi had a beautiful face and was very fond of Yue Huan. At first, he was polite and courteous to him, but the arrogant and lonely prince did not want to be a plaything in the hands of the princess, so he had no good feelings toward Yue Huan.

This undoubtedly offended Yue Huan.

Even if she wants the moon in the sky, someone will pick it off for her! She doesn't believe she can't tame a mere man.

Since then, Jiang Qi has not had a single piece of intact skin on his body. Not only that, he cut his wrists three times a month to draw blood without losing any blood.

Today is the last blood test this month.

Jiang Qi followed Lu Zhi into the main hall, his posture was like a pine, as if he was integrated with the winter.

Yan Qi knew that Jiang Qi was good at martial arts.

People who practice martial arts think that their internal strength can withstand the cold.

Even so, Jiang Qi's hands under the sleeved robe were still red, swollen and inflamed.

Winter in Yuezhi Kingdom is very cold.

"Green branches, make the fire burn brighter."

Yan Qi gathered the fox fur around his body, as if he was really afraid of the cold.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Luzhi responded respectfully and directed a little palace maid not far away to stir the charcoal fire.

He went to the side to fetch the crystal clear jade bowl and knife, and walked to Jiang Qi.

From beginning to end, Jiang Qi didn't say a word, and didn't even look at Yan Qi.

Calmly and indifferently, he took the knife from Lu Zhi's hand, lifted up his sleeve and prepared to cut his wrist.

"Wait!"

Yan Qi cried out in panic. She was just stunned for a moment, but why did she cut her wrists?

Jiang Qi's wrist holding the knife paused, and he looked at the woman nestled in the fox fur with slightly frowning eyebrows, a trace of disgust unnoticeably overflowing from his cold eyes.

What else is she trying to do?

Yan Qi secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the man stopped, and ordered: "Lvzhi, go prepare the sedan chariot."

She doesn't want to drink human blood.

Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy.

Luzhi glanced at the princess suspiciously, isn't it time to take the medicine now? It would be bad to miss the time.

"Why don't you go quickly?" Yan Qi looked at the unmoving green branches and his face suddenly darkened.

Please, leave quickly! Who dares to drink the blood of the boss? Is it because he doesn’t want to die quickly enough?

Luzhi's body trembled slightly, but he still said bravely: "Your Highness, it's time to drink medicine."

Yes, whichever pot is not opened and lifted.

As the personal maid of the original owner, Luzhi often helped the evildoers, and her end was not miserable. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she died without a burial place.

Let's avoid it now if we can, but don't hit the muzzle of the gun.

Jiang Qi raised the corners of his lips mockingly. His whole body was unbearably hot now, and he didn't have time to deal with the injuries on his body. He didn't want to pay attention to what torturing tricks this woman was thinking. He just wanted to finish bleeding as soon as possible and leave as soon as possible.

, picked up the knife and prepared to cut his wrist.

Yan Qi's heart tightened, and he picked up a white jade porcelain vase at hand and smashed it at the feet of Lu Zhi: "How presumptuous!"

The princess's anger was somewhat effective, at least Jiang Qi's sword stopped.

Luzhi suddenly knelt down when he saw this, his body could not stop trembling slightly, and he begged for mercy with a pale face: "This slave deserves to die, Your Highness, please spare my life!"

Yan Qi glanced at Jiang Qi's stopped sword, maintaining the original owner's surly and domineering temperament, and said sternly: "It's not up to you, a lowly maid, to decide what this princess should do. Do you want to get on top of me?"

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Luzhi's whole body was shaking like chaff, and there was no color on his face. He just kept begging for mercy: "I don't dare! Your Highness, please spare my life..."

"Get out!"

The impatience on Yan Qi's face was even worse.

Luzhi was so frightened that he was sweating, and he rolled and crawled out without daring to raise his head.

Yan Qi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes slightly raised and he was caught off guard by Jiang Qi's gaze, and his hands under the fox fur suddenly tightened his skirt.

His eyes were as cold as a pool, bone-piercingly cold.

Yan Qi calmed down and stood up from the couch, looking at Jiang Qi with disgust: "I don't want to drink your blood now, please wait here."

She walked to the dowry and took out a black porcelain bottle and threw it to Jiang Qi: "This is the best gold healing medicine. You take it and apply it on it. It's bloody and disgusting."

Heaven and earth are spirited, who will save me?

Yan Qi turned her back to Jiang Qi, her little face twisted into a ball of pain. In order to maintain her character, she was dancing on the head of the God of Death.

If she hadn't been afraid that the change would be too sudden, she would have given Jiang Qi a long time ago.

If she tells Jiang Qi that she is not Yue Huan and is not the enemy who tortured him, will he let her live?

Oh, what a wild thought.

Yan Qi knew that she might have been burned to death by Emperor Ming's family before Jiang Qi could believe her.

She'd better hold on tight, her life is at stake.

Jiang Qi rubbed the porcelain bottle in his hand and looked at Yue Huan's walking back. His eyes were as deep as a pool. Do you think he is disgusting?

He lowered his eyes and looked at the horrific injuries on his body. Sooner or later, he would want Yue Huan to pay back Yue Huan thousands of times!

As soon as he let go of his long fingers, the black porcelain bottle fell to the ground and shattered.

Her things are equally disgusting to him!

(End of chapter)