Jian Weiying was so nervous that she didn't know what to do. A voice came from the door: "Second Master."
"Is your master in there?"
"Yes. She came to deliver medicine to Master Jiu. She hasn't come out yet."
"Announcement, the king is here."
"Yes, Second Master." The Red Scorpion maid turned and knocked on the door: "Ninth Master! Ninth Master! The Second Prince, Prince Shan, is here."
Master Jiu glanced at Jian Weiying who was kneeling on the ground, then looked in the direction of the outer room.
Fu Tong'er heard the sound and tried to stand up, clutching her belly. Lu Zhenzhi held her back, "What are you afraid of? Qi Zhao, you've seen him before. He even gave you the respect of a junior. Don't be afraid...be good."
As he spoke, he held Fu Tong'er, who was wearing a snow-white silk scarf, in one hand, put his other hand on the table, and said loudly: "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and a handsome young man in a white robe, with a jade piece with a crescent moon relief on his waist, a romantic face, and royal leather boots on his feet came in. He put one hand in front of him and held the long braid at the back with the other hand.
He was nearly eight feet six inches tall, with a gentle and elegant demeanor.
But I saw Jiu Ye, Fu Tong'er on his lap, and Jian Weiying kneeling beside him.
He bowed and said, "Ninth Uncle! Ninth Aunt! We haven't seen each other for months, and yet we meet again in this great underworld. I wonder if Ninth Uncle is doing well?"
"Get up and go sit down."
"Yes, thank you, Uncle Jiu." When Prince Shan stood up, he glanced at Jian Weiying who was kneeling beside Uncle Jiu's desk, then walked over and sat aside.
A maid came in and served tea, saying, "Second Master, this is the flavor you like, with a little osmanthus added."
"Yes." King Shan waved his hand and asked the girl to go down.
After taking a sip of tea, he said, "I wonder why Ying Niang is kneeling?"
Jian Weiying frowned, turned around and said in a low voice: "What are you doing here! We are finished!"
Jiu Ye raised his hand towards Jian Weiying: "You get up first."
"If Master Jiu doesn't agree, Ying Niang won't get up."
King Shan sat aside, holding a teacup, with a diamond-shaped jade ring on his slender white middle finger.
Like a cold moon.
"Ninth Uncle, what did she ask of you? Is it related to General Nayu? When did she become related to your subordinates? To what extent did she become related?"
At this moment, another voice came from outside the door: "Ninth Uncle! Ninth Uncle! You've finally woken up!"
Seeing the door was open, the man hurried in. It was King Hui. He always had that sickly, snow-white body, sometimes very manly, sometimes with a softer voice due to the evil power within him.
He stood here and said: "Oh, what a coincidence, my second brother is here too. Good morning, second brother."
King Shan was as gentle as jade, while King Hui was as sick as a spoiled child. Both of them had inner strength that should not be underestimated. However, King Shan was more skilled in riding and shooting, while King Hui had an unorthodox power in his body.
Seeing Fu Tong'er sitting on his uncle's lap, with a snow-white silk covering her eyes, Prince Hui bowed and said, "Good luck to the uncle. Why hasn't her eye healed yet? Jian Weiying, can you cure it?"
The hand holding the tea cup paused for a moment and said, "Twelfth brother, everything has a process."
Jiu Ye waved his hand and said, "Go and sit down. What brings you two brothers to this place so early in the morning?"
Then he said to Jian Weiying, "You go first. I have already made plans for You Yi's matter."
"Weiying only wants him to live. How can Master Jiu agree to let Weiying serve you? In exchange for his life?"
Prince Shan put down his teacup, stood up, walked over, lifted the hem of Jian Weiying's clothes by the back of her neck, and bowed to the Ninth Master, saying, "Uncle Ninth, please forgive me for my rudeness!"
Lu Zhenzhi hummed, "Take him away."
"Yes." King Shan said, and then he took Jian Weiying back to sit. Jian Weiying struggled, but King Shan scolded her, "Just stand next to me! Where are you running to? I haven't seen how you grow up, but you know how to talk nonsense."
Fu Tong'er closed her eyes and leaned into Jiu Ye's arms, raising her voice weakly and saying, "Jian Weiying, Jiu Ye doesn't need your service."
Jian Weiying broke free from King Shan's hand and knelt in the middle. "Master Jiu! Please send someone to find General You immediately! The miasma there is too strong. If someone breathes in too much, they will be trapped in an illusion and will never be able to get out. Then, they will exhaust their energy and die there, being devoured by the thousand-year-old vine. In the end, nothing will be left of their body!"
Prince Shan stood up again, picked up Jian Weiying, sat her down, and twisted her shoulders: "What is your relationship with him? Do you think I'm dead?"
Fu Tong'er raised her head slightly from Jiu Ye's arms: "Jiu Ye, are you really going to kill him?"
Jian Weiying begged Fu Tong'er again: "Miss Fu, please persuade Master Jiu to send people to search and rescue him as soon as possible, otherwise, we will never see him again!"
"How can you let him go?" Fu Tong'er asked Jiu Ye
"Miss Fu, do you really want me to let him go?" Lu Zhenzhi ignored Jian Weiying, raised his hand to pinch Fu Tong'er's chin, and bit her lips!
"Ugh...! It hurts——" Fu Tong'er pushed Jiu Ye, and the more she pushed, the harder Jiu Ye kissed her.
The tea in King Hui's hand suddenly spilled! He actually came to see the Ninth Prince kiss Fu Tong'er so hard this morning...
King Shan raised his eyebrows slightly, retracted his gaze, and looked at Jian Weiying's lips...
Jian Weiying frowned and turned to look away.
Over at the desk,
"Hmm? Answer me, Miss Fu, do you really want me to let him go?" Lu Zhenzhi bit Fu Tong'er's lip until it bled. He took one look at the scarlet blood and kissed her even harder. "Your blood is sweet, not salty."
The kiss deepened...
Jian Weiying blushed when she saw this...
Just when everyone was watching Jiu Ye kissing passionately, Jiu Ye suddenly pinched Fu Tong'er's chin and punched the table!
"Miss Fu, you've made up your mind." Lu Zhenzhi stroked the blood-stained lips of Fu Tong'er in a deep voice, and the rough jade earring on his left ear swayed slightly.
No one dared to speak.
"Someone come!"
Two of Jiu Ye's guards ran in at the door. Jian Weiying was startled. Where did these Jiu Ye's guards come from?
"Nineth Master!"
"Imprison Fu Tong'er in the Fiery Prison of Hades! No one is allowed to visit her without my order."
King Hui was startled, stood up, and hurriedly stopped him: "Uncle Ninth Prince, this is not possible. She just suffered a knife wound and needs to rest. How can you send her to the Fiery Prison?"
"If she wants to endure it with General You, then she can endure it."
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