Chapter 23 The poison is getting bigger and bigger
This request seemed a bit unreasonable, but it was what Yun Xi was looking forward to. She had never seen Ji Xun smile before. From the moment she met him, he was like a wooden man who could only nod and shake his head.
Most of the time, he was obedient to her opinions and orders without any independent emotions. He would do whatever she asked him to do. This was certainly beneficial to Yun Xi, but after so many days of getting along, she had already regarded him as a friend.
A good friend who you can trust with your back.
In fact, sometimes, she also hoped that Ji Xun could have some opinions of his own, but he never showed any cleverness.
He has no memories of the past and is like a blank puppet, indifferent to everything around him and without any strong emotions.
Yun Xi would occasionally wonder whether he was happy or unhappy following her. He had known Duan Song before, so was he also so cold towards the young master?
She used to think that he just couldn't laugh physiologically, but today she saw that he also had emotions, and he could show them through subtle expressions.
It was too brief, fleeting; she only heard the ear-numbing laugh but didn't see his face.
He definitely looks better when he smiles than before.
Yun Xi was delighted but after thinking carefully, she suddenly paused:
Wait, she said she wanted to protect him, what's so funny about that?
Doesn't her promise seem ridiculous?
Thinking of how he mocked her for not doing her homework well, Yun Xi couldn't help but think that he was playing tricks on her again.
"Ji Xun..." Yun Xi glared angrily, "What on earth are you laughing at?"
Ji Xun was startled when he heard her order, and he didn't seem to realize that he had just smiled. He was silent for a long time, unable to recall the feeling just now.
That kind of pleasure was very short-lived, unconscious, and without any deliberate control.
"I don't know." Ji Xun returned to his expressionless face.
Yun Xi: “…”
This sentence should not be a lie, he may really not know.
Forget it, she should just think on the bright side.
"It's getting late. I need to go to bed." Yun Xi glanced at the little black cat. "You should get some rest too. I'll ask Yuan He to take Xiao Xun to get his fur washed."
After washing up, it was time to go to bed. Yun Xi didn't want to bother Ji Xun any further, so she let him have a good rest. But before leaving, Ji Xun left the bedroom before her.
"Your Highness, please rest here. I will return to the east wing," he said.
Yun Xi: "Hmm?"
"My wounds have begun to heal, so there is no need to occupy a good spot." He picked up the scimitar and medicine and closed the door for her.
"Okay." He really wanted to go back to the east wing, and Yun Xi couldn't stop him. "Good night, Ji Xun."
She stood under the candlelight, looking at him from afar. The warm yellow light made her outline look gentle, and there seemed to be stars in her eyes.
Ji Xun, who was about to close the door, paused and couldn't help but look at her again. He couldn't describe the feeling in words.
He was unable to move his feet, as if he was frozen in place.
After a moment, he looked away and stopped looking at her: "Your Highness..."
He didn't know what "good night" meant, it should be some kind of bedtime blessing from Dawei.
"good evening."
He whispered, unconsciously becoming a little softer.
The bedroom door was closed silently.
…
Thanks to Ji Xun, Yun Xi had another dream that night. Ever since she had been avoiding the restricted plot, some indescribable dreams had appeared in her sleep. At first, Yun Xi didn't care, but thought that at least it was just a dream, not real.
But every time a restricted plot is avoided, the corresponding plot will reappear in the form of a dream, and I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, the male protagonists in those strange dreams are all...
At night, in the bedroom, in the bathtub.
The young man's strong and muscular body moved closer to her, their skin touching, his smooth muscle lines pressed against her back, causing a tingling sensation.
Her little dress fell into the water, was picked up by slender fingers, wrapped around the laces, and put to her nose to sniff, her high nose almost sinking into the fabric.
"Your Highness, it smells delicious."
The light pink lotus-embroidered dress was soaked with water, which dripped down. Wearing it wetly on her body, she felt sticky and uncomfortable.
She struggled to take it off, but was restrained by big hands and had to lie on the edge of the bathtub, letting the water splash behind her.
In her hazy trance, she not only smelled the familiar cold fragrance, but also saw the black-scabbarded scimitar placed on the edge of the bathtub. The arc of the blade was beautiful and neat, and the pearl spots on the fish leather handle turned into a taut line in her eyes.
As the waves surged, the white line suddenly broke, and her sanity also collapsed, and she slid down powerlessly.
"Your Highness, do you want to see me smile?"
Yun Xi nodded subconsciously, and when she turned her head, she tried to look at his face in a daze.
Before she could see it, it was completely occupied and she fainted.
Yun Xi woke up from her dream and suddenly opened her eyes.
I was panting, sweating profusely, and feeling extremely tired all over.
“…”
It's this kind of dream again.
Yun Xi realized what she had done in her dream and lay on the bed in a daze for a while. Then she came to her senses and couldn't help rolling around in the quilt, hugging the pillow beside her.
Why is the scale getting bigger and bigger? !
It was such a real dream, her back still seemed to be warm from the contact of skin, her legs were sore and numb, and she was sweating a lot, as if she had just been pulled out of the bathtub.
The feeling in the dream was so wonderful that Yun Xi couldn't help but think about it.
She has been a single mother from her past life to this life, and has never been in love or felt the feeling of love with anyone.
Yun Xi's principle in dealing with love is to be together for life, that's why she is so resistant to those restrictive plots. Her understanding of love only stays at the "bliss" described in the storybooks.
“…”
So, is the feeling in the dream the so-called "bliss"?
Yun Xi's cheeks flushed, and she guessed in her heart that it must be the system's fault. Because she did not follow the plot honestly, it used this method to fill the gaps in the original work.
She turned over again and rolled to the other side of the bed. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a black and gold color at the corner of the bed. She reached out to pick it up and found that it was the hairband that Ji Xun had dropped.
The dark black hairband was embroidered with blooming peonies made of gold thread, and it still carried the scent of Ji Xun's hair.
He had a unique cold fragrance on him, which gave off a chilly feeling, a kind of aloofness and indifference that kept people at a distance.
In the dream, it became so hot, like a fire burning around her.
Yun Xi hid her face in the quilt, her fingers wrapped around the hairband, and she couldn't help but squeeze it tight.
It's just a dream, no big deal.
She said silently in her heart.
…
At the same time, the young man in the east wing just woke up from his dream.
There was no light in the bedroom. The moon was high in the sky outside the window, and the moonlight shone in and fell on the ground, like white frost after autumn.
The young man on the bed moved his eyelashes slightly, and slowly opened his eyes. Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, as mysterious as a ghost.
He sat up, a strange blush appearing on his originally sickly pale cheeks, beads of sweat slid down his chin into his collar, and he swallowed through his dry throat.
My forehead was burning hot, and my whole body was strangely hot.
Ji Xun pressed the back of his hand against the wall, his hot skin forming a sharp contrast with the cold wall.
His expression was calm, his eyes were closed, and images kept flashing through his mind.
He had a very strange dream.
After a moment's silence, Ji Xun got out of bed silently and went to the backyard, where the water to be used for sprinkling the ground tomorrow was placed. At night, the well water was particularly cold.
He drenched himself with water with an expressionless face, but still couldn't suppress the heat in his body and had a splitting headache.
When he found that he had no control at all, Ji Xun chose to go back to his room to get a scimitar. Before dawn, without anyone noticing, he quietly climbed over the wall and escaped.
…
Prince Yan's Mansion, interrogation room.
A dirty man was tied to the cross, his body was beaten to a bloody mess, only his face was intact, with a ghost face tattoo on his cheek.
The man in fine clothes sitting on the armchair crossed his legs, his eyes languid as he slowly said, "You still don't want to confess?"
The broken jade fan flew through the air and hit the prisoner's palm directly. The sharp edge of the fan cut off all five fingers.
"Who exactly sent you here?" Duan Song stood up and walked in front of him, looking down at him. His glass-colored eyes reflected his ghost face tattoo.
The prisoner groaned, gritted his teeth, and suddenly laughed: "...You are not the Prince of Yan, you are from Jin. You are really capable... How dare you pretend to be the Prince..."
"It doesn't matter whether I am the prince or not. I am the only son left to the Prince of Yan, and he has no choice." Duan Song said coldly.
"I'm not as capable as your master, who has traveled thousands of miles to the Wei Kingdom and still has connections to hunt down Your Highness." He said, "It seems certain officials in the Wei Kingdom have been colluding with the Liang people for a long time."
"If you're willing to tell me which court official is the Liang spy, I can spare your life."
The prisoner spat and grinned: "Don't waste your energy. The whereabouts of Ji's orphan have been exposed. As long as he is not dead, the master will not let him go."
Duan Song smiled slightly: "He is indeed in Chang'an now, but does your master have the courage to break into Princess Roujia's mansion?"
The most favored daughter of the Emperor of Wei, Princess Roujia has been protected by masters from the twelve palaces of the Embroidered Uniform Guard since her mansion was established. If anything happens to her, the Emperor of Wei will find the murderer even if he has to turn the entire Chang'an upside down.
How can the person above sit still?
If the mastermind behind this had the guts, he wouldn't be hiding in the dark to avoid the search by the Jinyiwei of the Princess's Mansion.
Sure enough, the prisoner stopped talking, lowered his head and gritted his teeth in silence.
"Continue the trial, don't kill him."
Duan Song took back the folding fan, crushed his fallen finger, stepped forward, and walked to the door of the interrogation room. At this moment, someone stumbled in with a knife in his hand.
"Prince, Master Ji is here."
Duan Song's eyes fixed, and he happened to see Ji Xun walking towards him. He was not wearing the silver mask, and his steps were a little unsteady.
"Axun, why are you here?" Duan Song looked at him, "I've already caught the fish that slipped through the net that you mentioned."
In fact, long before Ji Xun returned to the princess's mansion, he had informed Duan Song of this matter in advance, and he rushed to clean up the mess before the Jinyiwei of the princess's mansion.
Of course, he did not forget to seek help from the Princess's Mansion and left a clue at the scene.
He thought Ji Xun would recuperate in the princess's mansion for a while, but he didn't expect to see him at this time.
"Where are the people?" Ji Xun said indifferently.
Duan Song turned sideways: "Inside."
"I will personally conduct the trial."
"Wait, what's wrong with your face?" Duan Song noticed something was wrong. "Did you catch a cold?"
The severe headache made Ji Xun frown slightly: "It's them. They poisoned the sword..."
And it's not an ordinary poison.
It is a mixture of medicine and poison. If you apply it on a sword alone to hurt people, it will not cause any harm. However, if you combine it with another medicine, it will become a deadly poison that can damage the human mind.
Duan Song's pupils shrank, and he quickly supported him: "Someone come!"
At this moment, the prisoner on the rack finally raised his head and revealed a ferocious smile: "...Ji Xun, you are dead this time."
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