The eldest princess is a captive and the abstinent official is seductive

Chapter 87: So fragile that it can withstand a blow

After Ji Weiyu left, Yan Qing turned to look at Wen Jin: "Do you like killing people recently?"

Wen Jin shook his head.

"There's nothing good about liking to kill people." Yan Qing said indifferently, "I have built a dark guard camp in Suzaku City. If you like, I can send you in for training for a period of time, and then you can specialize in the dark guard job."

Wen Jin was silent, his eyes were a little dazed.

The dark guard camp, the superb poison technique, the wound on his arm... all of these happened after he left Suzaku City.

He had never participated in these three days, and he didn't know what His Highness had experienced, and he didn't even get any news.

Wen Jin suddenly felt empty in his heart.

Since three days ago, His Highness has trusted him, and this fact almost made him unable to bear it.

Wen Jin pursed his lips, his eyes were silent and dull, and the whole person looked lifeless, without any life.

Yan Qing stared at Wen Jin thoughtfully, frowning again and again, knowing exactly where his soul had wandered to again.

"The people in Suzaku City seem to be better than the three people in the Upper Imperial City." Yan Qing said in a calm voice, "You have learned all the rules to your heart's content."

Wen Jin raised his eyes woodenly, and the smile he tried to pull up at the corners of his mouth was full of loneliness: "The air in the Imperial City is polluted, which is the most corrupting to people's hearts. Your Highness, why don't you take me to Suzaku City to be retrained."

Yan Qing was silent, looking at Wen Jin's eyes that seemed to have lost all hope, and keenly realized that Ji Weiyu must have said something to him.

Wen Jin is in a very bad state at the moment, except for the physical condition caused by running around for days, and his mental state is also very good.

Not to mention regaining the appearance of the frightened young master in the past, I am afraid that he will not be able to bear it if he is said a harsh word again.

He is so fragile and sensitive that he can be hit.

Yan Qing walked to the window and sat down: "I have seen that you really need to be taught a lesson recently."

Wen Jin looked at her in silence, wanting to ask her what happened to the wound on her hand.

But before he asked, he knew that she would reply to him, it has nothing to do with you.

It has nothing to do with him.

Wen Jin's heart ached and he couldn't hold it.

It has nothing to do with him, it has nothing to do with him.

These four words were like a sharp knife, piercing into his heart, bleeding and suffocating with pain.

If entering the court meant that he had separated from her, and it meant that he would never be trusted by her again, what was he doing in the court?

Being a powerful official with unlimited glory during the day and enjoying loneliness in a room at night?

Wen Jin's eyes fell on the complex patterned black brick floor, thinking in a self-destructive way, no matter if she doesn't trust him, he still has a long time to regain her trust in the rest of his life, and he doesn't want to be a powerful minister or a prime minister.

He wants to be a gentle and gentle nobleman again, and the third birthday is his limit. He can't bear more days of separation, and the torture of missing her is too cruel.

He endured it.

Wen Jin finally raised his feet and walked towards Yan Qing, and every step he took seemed to be welcoming the light.

Three steps away from Yan Qing, Wen Jin said in a low voice with some suppressed emotions: "When does your highness want to leave here?"

Yan Qing's expression was indifferent. The words "It has something to do with you" were stuck on the tip of his tongue. He said indifferently: "About two or three days."

Wen Jin pursed his lips, lowered his eyebrows, and said with a little hesitation: "Can I leave tomorrow?"

The question was asked carefully, not daring to show too much emotion, for fear that Yan Qing would misunderstand him as trying to interfere with her decision.

Although he did want to interfere with her decision.

He wanted her to stay here, whether she returned to Zhuque City or Dayong, after all, they were places he was familiar with and where they had lived together.

She could go back to the imperial city, but the Princess Mansion was her territory, and that was their nest.

He didn't want to stay in this strange country, this strange palace, and didn't want to face that strange and disgusting person.

"You've been running around here, and your body hasn't recovered yet. Can you bear the fatigue of continuing to travel?" Yan Qing glanced at him up and down, with a bit of sarcasm in his voice, "Are you really like Ji Weiyu said, trying to use the self-torture trick to win my heart?"

Wen Jin was really too sensitive recently. He seemed to hear some concern from this sentence. Even if it was just his illusion, his dead heart showed signs of revival.

He pursed his lips gently. He was obviously tall and slender, and he was dressed in white, which made him look like a jade tree, and he looked elegant and noble.

At this moment, she stood in front of Yan Qing, but like a child who had made a mistake, her eyebrows were submissive and obedient: "I am fine, Your Highness, don't worry."

Yan Qing held his chin, his voice was cold: "Are you sure you can continue riding?"

Wen Jin nodded: "Yes."

"In that case." Yan Qing nodded, "Okay. Leave here early tomorrow morning."

Wen Jin's thoughts froze for a moment, and he was stunned for a while before reacting, looking at Yan Qing in disbelief: "Are you serious?"

"Seriously." Yan Qing said lightly, "As long as you can bear it."

Wen Jin nodded reluctantly: "I can--"

"If you get sick or injured halfway and delay your journey, you will have to follow me."

The joy that just appeared in Wen Jin's eyes disappeared instantly, he restrained his expression, and couldn't help thinking and weighing in his heart.

He can tolerate pain, and if he really gets sick, he can also tolerate it.

But being able to tolerate it means that many things can be controlled by him.

He really wanted to mess with her at this juncture, and he was willing to create reasons for her to abandon him.

Besides, the journey was long, and he still planned to take good care of her. It would be appropriate if he was bruised and exhausted from the torment.

After a while of silence, Wen Jin spoke in a low voice: "Then... let's rest for two more days."

It sounded like he was trying to make ends meet, with a willing tone.

Yan Qingman raised his eyebrows attentively: "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Wen Jin nodded lightly, "OK."

If His Highness is still willing to take care of his body, then he will leave alone. Thinking of this, Wen Jin could not bear it anymore.

…

Ji Weiyu quickly ordered people to prepare dinner.

Because Yan Qing didn't eat much at lunch, the dinner time was moved a little earlier, and Lang Ya was also called over. With four people dining at the same table, the atmosphere at the dinner table was destined to be great.

It can even be said that the swords are at war, the swords are shining, and the shadows are dark.

From the moment she sat down, Ji Weiyu stared at Wen Jin with an unconcealable hostility, as if she was so hateful that she killed him with her eyes, or simply drove this man away from his palace and let him sleep on the streets begging. go.

Wen Jin completely ignored him. While he was concentrating on serving Yan Qing, he intercepted the dishes that Ji Weiyu had given to Yan Qing and threw them all aside.

Ji Weiyu's face turned livid with anger: "Wen Jin, don't go too far!"

Wen Jin had an indifferent attitude and ignored it.

Ji Weiyu took action directly and brought all Yan Qing's favorite vegetables to her: "Your Highness has hands and feet, do you need your service?"

Wen Jin quietly pushed aside the dishes he had brought over, and Ji Weiyu said angrily, "This is in my palace, get out of here!"

Originally, only Langya was focused on eating, but the two of them were going back and forth with very little movement. Langya raised his head and glanced at them with a subtle expression.

"Your Highness." Turning to look at Yan Qing who looked calm, Lang Ya sincerely suggested, "I think we should set rules for them. How can we eat like this?"

He said "them", and the implication was that both of them needed to set rules.

Yan Qing quickly put down her chopsticks, scaring Ji Weiyu into silence.

Yan Qing glanced at him and said to Langya: "Give me a box of topical ointment later."

Langya was silent for a moment, glanced at Wen Jin animatedly, and then nodded: "Okay."

Yan Qing wiped the corner of his mouth with the handkerchief: "Stay here for another two days, and then we will return to Suzaku City."

Ji Weiyu's expression changed: "Leaving in two days?"

"Why don't you stay here?" Yan Qing raised her eyebrows and said in a cool tone, "Maybe you can continue to be poisoned next time, and I'll see if I will come to save you."