Jiang Yao hummed a little tune and went downstairs. The food had already been prepared in the kitchen. Someone had delivered it to Zhao Ce, but Su Qianji didn't like to be disturbed, so he had to get the food himself.
The food had already been prepared on the kitchen stove, probably for Su Qianji.
She picked it up and went upstairs, but was blocked by Zhao Jie and Xiao E at the stairs.
"Jiang Yao." Zhao Jie looked at her coldly: "Xiao E asked you to move things just now, and you didn't want to?"
Jiang Yao frowned: "Do I have to be willing?"
"You're just a maid, why are you so crazy?"
"Even if I am a maid, I am still Master Su's maid. I can't say I am arrogant, but it is not under your control, Princess."
"you."
Zhao Jie was so angry because Jiang Yao was right, and she really couldn't do anything to Jiang Yao.
But that doesn't mean she swallowed it.
Jiang Yao didn't want to waste time talking to them, so he walked around them and prepared to leave.
"I still don't believe that a princess like me can't cure you."
Zhao Jie's face changed and she reached out to pull Jiang Yao.
Jiang Yao quickly turned around and dodged.
She was surprised herself. How could it be so fast now?
"Jiang Yao, how dare you hide away?"
"I'm not stupid, why don't I hide?"
"Xiao E, catch her for me."
Zhao Jie and Xiao E stretched out their hands from the left and right.
Jiang Yao was afraid that the food in his hand would spill, so he raised it a little higher.
She was agile and dodged Xiao'e's hand, then moved to avoid Zhao Jie's hand.
Jiang Yao was just happy that the martial arts she had spent so much time learning were finally useful, but the next moment she stumbled and the tray in her hand flew out. Her heart was in great pain, more painful than any time before.
“Crash!”
The bowl broke at Zhao Jie's feet, and the food spilled all over her feet.
"Ah! Jiang Yao, I'm going to kill you."
Zhao Jie was extremely angry and moved even faster, grabbing Jiang Yao.
This time she caught him red-handed, but Jiang Yao didn't dodge or resist.
Zhao Jie tore at Jiang Yao's arm, pulled her to the stairs, and then let go and pushed her down.
The moment she pushed Jiang Yao down, she seemed to see the doors on both sides open at the same time, and Su Qianji and Zhao Ce came out.
When I looked down again, Jiang Yao was being held steadily in the arms of the man in the wheelchair.
"Jiang Yao." Zhao Ce shouted in surprise. He strode forward and leaned over to the stairs to look down. He saw Jiang Yao fainted in Su Qianji's arms. "Qianji, is Jiang Yao okay?"
Zhao Jie's eyes widened as she murmured softly, "Master Su is clearly there."
Zhao Ce turned around and glared at her: "Zhao Jie, you're going too far."
"Brother, she was the one who bullied me first."
"How could you push Jiang Yao down the stairs? How could you...Jie'er?"
Before Zhao Ce could finish his words, he saw Zhao Jie's body falling uncontrollably down the stairs even though no one was pulling her.
He quickly chased after him.
"Ah! My legs!"
Zhao Jie rolled down the stairs, her legs were bruised, her clothes were messed up, her long hair was disheveled, and she rolled directly next to the wheelchair.
"Mr. Su."
Su Qianji's eyes were only on the girl in his arms, without even looking at her.
"Master Su, I...ah!"
Zhao Jie rolled on the ground in pain.
Zhao Ce ran down and quickly hugged Zhao Jie. He looked at Su Qianji and pleaded: "Qianji, please spare Jie'er. She knows she is wrong."
Su Qianji just looked at the girl in his arms, his brows tightly furrowed, as if he was in pain.
But he clearly caught her and she didn't get bumped.
"Jiang Yao."
The person in his arms whimpered, his voice filled with pain.
"Langqi."
Langqi jumped directly down from the upstairs.
"Go up."
Lang Qi picked up the wheelchair, but Zhao Ce stood in front of him and said, "Qian Ji, please spare Jie'er first. I beg you."
"Get lost."
"Thousand Festivals."
"Ouch, that hurts."
Jiang Yao suddenly burst into tears. Zhao Ce's heart skipped a beat and he looked down. "What happened to Jiang Yao?"
Su Qianji's eyes were sinister and bloodshot: "You'd better pray that she's okay, otherwise I'll let your entire Zhao State be buried with her."
Zhao Ce was shocked and staggered back. He now had the answer to his previous question. Jiang Yao was indeed very important in Su Qianji's heart, even more important than the State of Zhao.
Looking at Langqi's back, he felt lost, irritable, depressed, and lost, and all the emotions surged up in an instant.
Jiang Yao. He also cares about Jiang Yao, and he is careful that she will not belong to him.
"Brother, save me! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"
Zhao Jie was still rolling on the ground, and Zhao Ce quickly ran over to pick her up: "Xiao E, go call the imperial physician Sui Xing."
The post station was suddenly in chaos.
After Su Qianji carried Jiang Yao back to the room, he immediately stood up and walked to the bed.
"Master, what happened to Jiang Yao?"
"I don't know." Su Qianji panicked. It was the first time in ten thousand years that he felt so scared and panicked.
"Jiang Yao."
Looking at the girl who huddled up in pain, Su Qianji frowned and whispered, "Tell me where it hurts."
"It hurts. My whole body hurts."
Jiang Yao responded to him instinctively.
"Master, can't you hear Jiang Yao's inner voice?"
"I can't hear you anymore."
This was what bothered Su Qianji. He could no longer hear it when he hugged her.
Lang Qi looked at Jiang Yao curled up on the bed, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Master, it seems that her spiritual energy is disordered."
Su Qianji's pupils shrank: "Spiritual energy?"
But Jiang Yao is a human, where does his spiritual energy come from?
He calmed down and looked at Jiang Yao. It really seemed like it was caused by a disorder of spiritual energy.
Su Qianji concentrated and calmed himself down, then stretched out his finger and placed it on her brow, and a faint spiritual energy floated out.
After a while, he withdrew his hand with a serious expression.
"Master, is the spiritual energy disordered?"
"Um."
The spiritual energy was indeed messed up, but this was even more serious. Jiang Yao was a mortal, where did the spiritual energy come from?
There was no time to investigate the details at the moment. Su Qianji waved his hand and disappeared from the room with Jiang Yao.
Jiang Yao only felt that his body was being pulled by something, sometimes cold and sometimes hot. The cold was bone-chilling, and the heat was heart-burning.
"it hurts!"
She didn't know what she was going through, she just felt unbearable pain all over her body.
"Be good, it will be fine in a moment."
Who was coaxing her? The voice was gentle and doting, something she had never heard before.
Jiang Yao tried hard to open his eyes, and finally opened them a little.
Everything in front of me was unfamiliar: the blue sea and the full moon that was more than ten times bigger than what I usually saw.
She seemed to be in water. The water was very cold, so cold that it bit her bones, but it dissipated a lot of the burning pain all over her body.
Her vision slowly returned, and she saw two heads reflected on the sea, one was hers, and the other she couldn't see clearly.
But the voice just now was distant and ethereal, like Bai Wuchang.
Jiang Yao wanted to look back in a daze, but he only saw a white robe floating on the lake.
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