My little puppy is sick

Chapter 82
Ying Jun stood in front of Qi Yan, raised her chin, and wiped her face with a handkerchief.

Seeing that Qi Yan was still crying, he smiled instead, and wrapped her in his arms regardless of the bleeding arm.

"Isn't it all right? Why are you crying, little crying bag?"

Only then did Qi Yan come over in a daze, her small hands grabbed his robe, her voice trembling: "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

"It's okay." The wound on his hand was nothing to Ying Jun, although the wound was still bleeding, and his robe was soaked black, "I'm so worried about you, huh?"

Qi Yan bit her lip and buried herself in his arms, looking at the dragged away assassin from the corner of her eyes.

A chuckle came from above her head, and warm lips touched her forehead lightly, "I am very happy."

Qi Yan raised her head, looked at Ying Jun, her eyes fell on the assassin who was dragged away, and asked, "Your Majesty, what will you do with this assassin?"

Ying Jun straightened Qi Yan's face so that she was facing him, and he was satisfied, pinching her face from time to time.

Then he said casually: "Put in the cell, suffer torture, and punish the nine clans."

In the most understated tone, said the most cruel and ruthless words.

Qi Yan's heart was filled with layers of coolness, she couldn't help trembling, trying to calm herself down.

Then she pretended to be curious, hooked Ying Jun's hand with her small hand, and rubbed it carefully.

"Your Majesty, I have never seen what the prison looks like"

"Want to meet?"

"Uh-huh."

Ying Jun took Qi Yan's little hand, squeezed it, and took her away.

"Go, take you there."

Jing Yi came forward at this time and said to Ying Jun, "Your Majesty, you still have injuries on your arm."

Only then did Qi Yan know that Ying Jun was injured, and her eyes fell on Ying Jun's injured arm, "For Your Majesty, let's go and treat the wound first."

After the imperial physician treated the wound on Yingjun's arm, Qi Yan said, "Your Majesty, you have an injury on your hand, you should rest well, and let Master Jing take me there."

The imperial physician put down Ying Jun's sleeves and exited the door. Ying Jun stood in front of the bronze mirror, looked at his messy hair, and pointed to Qi Yan at his head.

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

"Give me a haircut."

Ying Jun was sitting on a chair, and Qi Yan was standing behind him, holding a wooden comb, and gently combing his black hair.

"Your Majesty's hair is really smooth."

"Not as smooth as my concubine, I can't put it down every night."

Qi Yan smiled, but did not speak.

Her gaze was on the back of the man's neck.

How fragile it is, all you need is a hairpin, once inserted into the artery, the person is gone.

Anyway, as long as Ying Jun dies, his mission in this world will also be reversed, and death doesn't matter.

The woman's cool fingertips brushed the back of Ying Jun's neck, trembling slightly.

Ying Jun grabbed her hand and kissed her on the mouth: "Don't make trouble, let's go and show you."

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In the prison.

The environment is cold and humid, and the walls are heavily damp in spring, covered with green moss and smelling musty.

The prisoners outside are all ordinary prisoners, locked in cells, doing nothing, living their lives on boredom.

The more you walked in, the prisoner you saw became lifeless, and there were many shocking injuries on his body.

A faint smell of blood lingered at the tip of Qi Yan's nose, and the smell became stronger afterward, and then she heard a painful moan, and just as she wanted to look over, her eyes were covered by Ying Jun's big hand.

"Don't look, bloody."

"It's okay Your Majesty, I'm not afraid."

(End of this chapter)