After being read, the abstinent prince bullies others with his wife every day

Chapter 196 Kiss

"Your Highness!"

The eunuchs suddenly knelt down, sweating profusely: "This, this is a misunderstanding..."

But before they could finish their words, a scorching white arc suddenly appeared before their eyes, and Chen Zhao's blade had already been unsheathed.

Corpses fell to the ground one after another, blood spurted out like snakes, and the wind and snow swirled with a thick smell of blood that spread into the night.

Chen Zhao raised his eyes.

Jiang Yu looked past him into the void, and uttered two words in a cold voice: "Go check."

Chen Zhao immediately bowed and said solemnly, "Yes."

Jiang Yu lowered his eyes again and looked at the person in his arms. After a while, he whispered, "Let's go home."

……

The carriage was shaking.

Even though the incense burner was burning brightly at this moment, Lin Shuning's face was still pale, and he shivered from time to time and uttered a few mutterings.

Jiang Yu let her sit in his arms and held her hand tightly.

Lin Shuning seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. His closed eyes struggled to wake up from time to time. His long curled eyelashes trembled a few times, and he murmured, "Jiang, Jiang Yu..."

A low and hoarse voice sounded in her ears: "Yes, I'm here."

She frowned and called him again: "Jiang Yu."

"I'm here."

"Jiang Yu."

She murmured and Jiang Yu responded.

The intermittent calling made Jiang Yu feel even more painful.

He held her up a little, looked down at her face, and coaxed her in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

His chin touched her forehead soothingly, a touch and a break with restrained forbearance.

"I'll take you home."

"...Okay..." The voice was as soft as a mosquito's, and the tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

Jiang Yu's heart felt like it was cut by countless knives. He raised his hand and gently stroked her eyebrows. Finally, he lowered his head and pressed his thin lips on her forehead.

When he raised his eyes again, the tenderness in them had been replaced by a terrifying murderous intent.

"Ye Mu."

"Here." Ye Mu handed the reins to Fu Feng, hesitated for a moment, and still did not lift the curtain.

She rushed over the moment she received the news. She felt guilty and had no face to see her master or the third young lady.

"The Third Miss entered the palace today, why didn't you follow her?"

Ye Mu's face turned pale, her eyes were filled with pain and guilt. She did not explain, but just lowered her head and said, "It's my fault."

"Tell me why." Jiang Yu's tone was filled with a hint of impatience.

Ye Mu pursed his lips and said, "Miss San said that the weather was too cold today and she would not let me follow you... I did not insist and put Miss San in danger. I know I was wrong and I hope you will punish me, my Lord!"

Jiang Yu's body pressure dropped even lower, and a strong murderous intent penetrated the carriage, which was even more terrifying than the bone-piercing biting wind and snow at the moment.

Fu Feng pursed his lips tightly, worried about Ye Mu.

Jiang Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at Lin Shuning who was gradually falling asleep in his arms. After a while, he said, "I will not discuss your matter for now. I will make a decision after the third lady wakes up."

Fu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the reins, and the carriage accelerated and sank into the white snow.

……

The wind is cool.

There is a strange faint fragrance in the wind.

A person looked down calmly, bringing the delicate chin into view.

Who is speaking?

The voices came from far and near, whispering incessantly, but the tone was quiet, a little cool, and a little fragrant, but not the scent of flowers.

The delicate jaw was shaking, and the satin sleeves slid past, as delicate as skin. Everything was dark, but that person was bright, as bright as a brilliance that had never existed in her life.

The air suddenly became turbulent like water ripples. The piercing pain, naked gaze, and icy touch were constantly squeezed, folded, and spun in the bizarre light, faster and faster until they were suddenly dispersed into a sticky darkness like mud.

A voice came from the darkness.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

I am here.

I'm in I'm in I'm in.

The voice was soft and gentle, warm and deep, calling her from the dark abyss and saving her from the path of nightmare.

A familiar faint medicinal fragrance wafted in the air, and Lin Shuning slowly opened his eyes.

Jiang Yu was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her face with his eyes lowered.

"woke up?"

Lin Shuning opened his eyes half awake and half confused, and nodded slowly.

She sat up and looked around: "Am I in your room?"

Jiang Yu pulled up the quilt that had slipped down for her, and handed her the warm ginger soup that had been prepared on the table beside her: "Yes, I was worried about you, so I brought you back. Doctor Xiao came to check you out. Although you are fine, your qi and blood are still a little disordered. Drink this and rest for a while."

During the time he spent with Lin Shuning, he knew everything.

A strong murderous intent spread from his body, but it suddenly faded away with a gentle touch.

Lin Shuning took the ginger soup from his hand and stared at Jiang Yu intently.

When she closed her eyes in the carriage, her mind was very groggy and she did not fall asleep immediately. She was aware of the fingers caressing her face and the soft touch on her forehead.

She felt that it was like a dream, a dream that seemed to have happened before, beautiful and affectionate, yet extremely real.

Jiang Yu also stared at her intently, and after a while he asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

Lin Shuning was stunned and subconsciously lowered his eyes: "Then I won't watch it."

Jiang Yu suddenly leaned over and hooked her chin: "Ning'er, look at me."

Light breathing rang in his ears, and the faint scent of medicine filled the air around him like clouds, making Lin Shuning feel as if he was in a dream.

Ning'er...

This was the first time he called her like that.

Lin Shuning trembled, and the string in his heart seemed to be plucked by someone, neither lightly nor heavily, and the lingering sound trembled and lingered for a long time.

The ginger soup in his hand spilled, splashed on his hands, and then flowed onto the quilt.

Jiang Yu took the soup bowl from her hand, then took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the soup stains off her hands.

Lin Shuning's heart beat faster. She let him hold her hands and carefully wiped them dry one by one.

Something in my heart suddenly broke.

She subconsciously pulled her hand back, but Jiang Yu did not let go, holding her tightly like an iron clamp.

He raised his head, the moonlight flowing between his eyebrows: "Ning'er..."

Lin Shuning couldn't hold it in any longer, so he had no choice but to say, "Okay, don't call me that anymore."

Jiang Yu looked at her and leaned forward a little: "You don't like me calling you that? Then who can call you Ning'er? Gu Wen?"

Lin Shuning was a little surprised. Why did he suddenly mention Gu Wen? What did it have to do with him?

But after thinking about it, he couldn't find a suitable reason. He bit his lip for a while, lowered his eyes and said, "Anyway, I don't want to hear you call me like that now, I..."

Lin Shuning was stunned.

A pair of soft lips suddenly fell on my forehead.