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Chapter 460 Jiang Ningshuang: So I have become the victim?

Qing Ruo stroked her eyebrows lightly and fell towards Lu Zhan weakly, like a green butterfly ravaged by wind and snow, her thin body trembling slightly.

Lu Zhan quickly hugged her and asked, "Qingruo, are you okay?"

Qing Ruo fell into Lu Zhan's arms, grabbed Lu Zhan's collar, her face pale, and she responded softly:

"The Soul Devouring Gu is a little special. Although it feeds on the soul, forcing it out will damage the body. It feels a little painful, but I think it will be fine after a rest..."

Lu Zhan held Qing Ruo's wrist and frowned slightly.

Although medicine, poison, and poison are inseparable, there are actually some differences in professional knowledge. Lu Zhan's understanding of the Soul Devouring Gu is limited. Seeing Qing Ruo's pale face and her true energy in disarray, he immediately picked her up by the waist and walked quickly towards the capital:

"It has already affected your Qi sea and meridians. You need to go back and recuperate. If you can't hold on, just take a nap."

Qingruo snuggled in Lu Zhan's arms, nodded obediently, her eyes full of tenderness, and let Lu Zhan arrange everything.

"..."

Beside the mountain stream, Ling Jiaoyue, dressed in snow-white clothes, followed with a sword in hand. She had a rather cold temperament and did not seem to be affected by Qingruo's little tricks at all.

Jiang Ningshuang followed behind, her expression was not as calm as Ling Jiaoyue's. If Qingruo had not really contributed, according to her temper, she would have at least taught Qingruo a lesson.

This little bitch's tricks are so fancy, really infuriating.

Seeing that Ling Jiaoyue seemed fine, Jiang Ningshuang couldn't help but mutter:

"You didn't react at all? That vixen was clearly pretending to be weak... After all, she was born an oiran, so she has many tricks..."

Ling Jiaoyue couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, but she was indeed unhappy. She couldn't help but be slightly moved when she heard these words, but her expression remained cold:

"She was really badly injured."

"I didn't say her injury was fake. The key is her posture. It's obvious that she's acting... You have a cold temper and your abilities are not that great. Apart from your face, everything else is just average. If you don't fight for it, we'll be trampled under Qingruo's feet..."

Jiang Ningshuang's words were unpleasant to the ears, and instantly aroused Ling Jiaoyue's anger.

"?!"

Ling Jiaoyue took a deep breath and wanted to strike Jiang Ningshuang with the sword, but she didn't want to damage her image, so she said briefly:

"Big breasts and no brains."

"..."

Jiang Ningshuang felt that Ling Jiaoyue's words were very sour. Instead of getting angry, she even put her hands on her hips and straightened her back, and continued:

"Okay, okay, there's no point in us arguing. Are you really willing to watch this little bitch bully you?"

Ling Jiaoyue was still calm: "If you feel unhappy, go and argue with her. I don't have time to get jealous over such things. What's more, Lu Zhan likes her, what can I do?"

"..."

Jiang Ningshuang was repeatedly blocked and was speechless. She thought to herself that Ling Jiaoyue was indeed not an ordinary woman. She could even resist being jealous.

Is it because I am too narrow-minded?

Jiang Ningshuang scratched her head secretly, doubting herself a little.

But on second thought, she was not narrow-minded. She did not reject Qingruo, and was even willing to become a sister with Qingruo, but the rules could not be broken.

It must be made clear who is older and who is younger, who comes first and who comes later.

Rules are important!

Jiang Ningshuang thought about it and decided to find an opportunity to set some rules to let Qingruo know who is older and who is younger. But now is not the time to set rules. She has to go back to the capital to heal Qingruo first.

.........

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It was already afternoon when they returned to the capital. Lu Zhan had just returned to the inn with Qing Ruo in his arms when he heard a conversation coming from the first floor of the inn:

"I never thought that King Yong would unite with Peacock Mountain to rebel. In order to obtain the throne, he even attacked his closest relatives in the ancestral temple. He is really crazy. How could those demons in Peacock Mountain have any good intentions?"

"Having said that, fortunately our Saint Maiden turned the tide and captured the rebel King Yong. Unfortunately, the Saint Maiden was alone and weak, and was killed by King Yong's men. What will happen to our Southern Xinjiang in the future..."

"I heard that the princess of the Great Zhou came here in person to resolve this matter. The princess even killed the Peacock King. This is really gratifying! With the people of the Great Zhou keeping an eye on them, the rebels should be brought to justice soon..."

"That's what you say, but the Great Zhou is still the Great Zhou. The officials may not agree with us... The royal bloodline is gone, who will sit on the throne? Can the eldest princess create a direct bloodline?"

"Ahem... How dare you say that? We can just watch the fight..."

"Yes, yes, yes... I was drunk just now, I didn't say anything..."

……

On the second floor of the inn, Lu Zhan listened quietly for a moment, but he was not surprised.

The things that the people talk about are all things that the higher-ups want them to know. If the higher-ups don't want the people to know, then the people will naturally not know.

It’s a good thing that the female boss blamed King Yong for Ji Mengli’s death.

After all, this battle was an internal struggle within Southern Xinjiang, and neither Ji Mengli nor King Yong were good people. Da Zhou was a friendly army that extended a helping hand, and he was a good man who helped Southern Xinjiang eradicate the "flatterers", which was also considered to be eliminating harm for the people, so it was no big deal to let King Yong take the blame.

Lu Zhan collected his thoughts, looked at Qing Ruo lying on the bed, and said:

"How do you feel? I'm going to help you reshape your Qi Sea now. Can you hold on?"

Qing Ruo knew that rebuilding the Qi Sea was painful, so she moved her fingers, held Lu Zhan's hand, and said softly:

"Lu Lang, I can hold on..."

Lu Zhan's Qi Sea has been in chaos all year round, with the auras of the Ten Thousand Demon Kings, the Essence of Divine Fire, etc. running around on a daily basis, so reshaping the Qi Sea is a piece of cake.

Seeing Qingruo's response, Lu Zhan took out a few stalks of the Crimson Moon Divine Grass, put them to Qingruo's mouth and asked her to swallow them, then put his palm on Qingruo's back.

Originally, Lu Zhan wanted to take out his own Qingyu Liuguang Qin, after all, it was a Night Doctor's exclusive weapon, and it had a bonus to the treatment effect. But considering that the sound of the Qin was hard to hear and he was afraid of hurting innocent people, he directly used his hands to transfer the true Qi.

The endless flow of healing Qi is like a green light cocoon, slowly enveloping Qingruo.

Lu Zhan first helped her stabilize her spirit and heal her physical injuries, and then he poured his domineering true Qi into Qingruo's body.

"Um……"

Qing Ruo's hair was disheveled and she was sweating. Her five elements belonged to wood, and her true Qi was quite gentle. When Lu Zhan used the Night Doctor's Qi to heal her, she could still bear it. But now Lu Zhan directly used pure true Qi, and the hot breath like fire flowed into her meridians. Qing Ruo couldn't help but moan.

Hearing this, Lu Zhan did not dare to do anything, and asked again:

"Can you hold it?"

The so-called reshaping of the Qi Sea is to straighten out the chaotic Qi Sea. If Qingruo does it by himself, it can reduce some of the pain. But if he uses external force, it means that two different true Qi will collide, which will naturally be more painful.

Qing Ruo's eyes were hazy, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, it's okay if it's faster."

"?"

Lu Zhan pursed his lips slightly. Naturally, he didn't dare to really let go of his hands and feet. He could only slow down as much as possible and help him heal his injuries slowly.

"Ugh..." Qingruo's body trembled slightly, with cold sweat on her forehead. She seemed to be in great pain, and her eyes were a little dazed.

Lu Zhan didn't dare to be careless, nor did he dare to stop rashly. He could only comfort her softly, "Be patient."

The process was slow and painful, and in the blink of an eye, the sun was setting.

The inn gradually became quiet, and the sound of soldiers passing by could be heard on the street. Lu Zhan looked at the waning moon in the sky through the wooden window, his hands moving non-stop.

Qingruo was already drowsy and had difficulty staying sane. He whimpered and mumbled in his sleep from time to time. His clothes were soaked with sweat and he looked like he was exhausted.

Lu Zhan was patient, and after clearing all her meridians and Qi Sea, he slowly put down his palms, pressed his hands on Qing Ruo's shoulders, and asked softly:

"How do you feel now?"

Qing Ruo was exhausted and let Lu Zhan support her, breathing heavily:

"Feel much better."

"That's good."

"Lu Lang... cough cough..." Qing Ruo coughed twice, her pale face gradually turned rosy, and she said weakly: "I want to take a bath."

Lu Zhan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The Soul Devouring Gu was indeed very powerful. Fortunately, Jiang Ningshuang helped to replenish his soul, otherwise things would be even more troublesome. Seeing Qingruo gradually recovering, he said:

"I'll get you some water."

Qingruo nodded, her eyes a little dazed.

Lu Zhan let Qing Ruo rest on the bed, and he went to the first floor of the inn. After asking the waiter to bring some water, his eyes fell on the army on the long street, and he asked:

"Brother, what's going on outside?"

The innkeeper shook his head and said nothing. He waited until the army had gone far away before whispering:

"Sir, don't you know? During the ancestral worship at Tianlin Mountain, King Yong rebelled, and all the royal bloodline died in the war... Now the Princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty has come to the southern border and is commanding the overall situation. These troops are searching for the rebels..."

After Lu Zhan captured Ji Mengli, he did not contact his female boss. When he learned that things were going well, he was completely relieved.

Seeing that Lu Zhan didn't say anything, the waiter whispered to remind him, "Sir, if you have nothing to do in the next two days, you'd better stay out of the streets. Southern Xinjiang is going to be in chaos."

Lu Zhan nodded slightly: "Thank you for the reminder."

After the waiter prepared the hot water, Lu Zhan cast a spell and brought it into the room.

……

The room was brightly lit by candlelight. Qingruo was lying on the head of the bed. Her gourd-shaped figure rose and fell. Her face was rosy and she looked much better.

Seeing Lu Zhan coming back, Qing Ruo tilted her head and said in a weak voice:

"I still feel a little weak, please help me, Mr. Lu..."

"..."

Lu Zhan closed the door tightly, thought for a moment, then walked to Qing Ruo and bent down to untie her belt.

The two of them were already old acquaintances, so there was no awkwardness in doing this. Lu Zhan was skilled in the technique and quickly stripped off the clear green outer shirt, revealing the goose yellow inner skirt underneath.

The inner skirt is thin and close-fitting, outlining a slender waist, but it gradually rises and falls below the waist, and the round hips make the skirt bulge.

Lu Zhan's eyes were dark, and he quickly pulled off the skirt, and then the bellyband that Guanyin wore while sitting on the lotus platform, and the tight-fitting panties...

This was the first time Lu Zhan had seen this kind of bellyband. He stared at the propped-up Guanyin with some surprise:

"Your Hehuan sect's style is quite wild..."

Qing Ruo was slightly startled, then looked down. Instead of being shy, she slowly turned over, revealing her bulging Guanyin and the lotus that was about to be deformed:

"How holy is this pattern? She is worthy of the title of Saint of the Hehuan Sect. Do you like it, Lu Lang?"

"..."

Lu Zhan secretly thought that Qing Ruo was still very cunning, and was busy suppressing the thoughts in his heart, saying:

"It's okay, I'll help you take it off, and then take a shower first."

Qing Ruo did not move, allowing Lu Zhan to strip her quietly, like a sheep being carried into the bathtub. She lowered her eyes to the tense situation:

"Lu Lang, you don't have to be patient. I have almost recovered now..."

Lu Zhan's throat rolled slightly, suppressing the throbbing, and pressed her shoulder and said:

"Let's take care of it for two days first. I have other things to do. Besides, you have a special status now, so you should be more careful."

Although I don't know how Ji Mengli helped Qingruo to conceal the truth, both the current and previous Hehuan Sect attach great importance to the reputation of the Saint. Since Qingruo is in that position, she should be cautious.

Qing Ruo raised her hand to stir the water, her eyes rolled around, like a demon in the dark night, and whispered seductively:

"I understand Lu Lang's good intentions, but if Lu Lang can't bear it, I can reward him in another way..."

"?!"

Lu Zhan looked at Qing Ruo. She was sitting in the bathtub, her face flushed by the mist, her gourd-shaped figure hidden in the water. She looked charming and seductive, but her eyes were clear, just as naive as when they first met.

Lu Zhan's eyes moved, and he had some distracting thoughts in his mind. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed some minor noises outside, as if someone was coming.

……

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The moon is high in the sky and the night is warm.

On the roof of the inn, Jiang Ningshuang sat on the green tiles and stared at the bright moon, her heart in a mess.

After she, Ling Jiaoyue and Lu Zhan came back, Lu Zhan hugged Qingruo and went into the room. He has not shown any intention of coming out until now. Jiang Ningshuang gradually started to think something wrong.

Just as my thoughts were flying, I suddenly heard a slight noise behind me, like footsteps stepping on falling snow.

"Squeak~~"

Jiang Ningshuang quickly came back to her senses, turned her head and looked behind her, and saw the majestic and domineering Princess of the Great Zhou standing not far behind her, looking at her with a smile.

“Swish~!”

Jiang Ningshuang stood up quickly and bowed respectfully:

"Why is Senior Wei here?"

The chief minister waved his hand, signaling her not to be polite, and asked casually:

"You've been busy all day, and you haven't rested yet?"

"..."

Jiang Ningshuang had a bitter face. How could she sleep when her man was in the same room with this vixen?

But I can’t tell this to Senior Wei… Jiang Ningshuang quietly exhaled, adjusted her mentality and said:

"I was worried about the unrest in the city, so I didn't sleep... Senior Wei, thank you for your hard work. Have you cleared out all the rebels in Tianlin Mountain?"

The chief minister saw that she was lying, but he did not expose her. He said slowly:

"I will personally take action, so there will be no problem... Where is Lu Zhan? He disappeared after he went after Ji Mengli, and I thought he died for his country."

"..."

Jiang Ningshuang was already feeling sour in her heart, and she felt even more sour after hearing this:

"Ji Mengli is dead, but the Saint of the Hehuan Sect is injured, and Guanqi is still helping her heal..."

The chief secretary raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then I'll go take a look."

"Eh?"

Jiang Ningshuang hurriedly stopped in front of the Grand Master and said carefully:

“Senior Wei! Qingruo is seriously injured. We don’t know what’s going on inside. I’m afraid that if we go in rashly, it will pollute your eyes…”

The chief minister looked surprised and said with a half-smile:

"You are interesting, much more interesting than Gongsun Xuanyin. You are so professional at guarding the gate... But you don't have to stop me. I have seen all kinds of storms. I have to go and see whether they are dead or alive. I can't just stand guard here like you, right?"

After saying this, the chief steward put his hands behind his back, tapped his toes, and walked down towards the inn.

"?"

Jiang Ningshuang didn't dare to stop him, nor was she in the mood to do so. She thought about what the Grand Master said and felt that something was a little strange...

Her lover was alone in the room with another woman, and she was standing guard outside, feeling wronged...

There is something wrong with this...

So she became the victim?

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PS: I have already taken leave, but I have nothing to do and I can’t sit still, so I wrote another one… Although it’s not long, it’s better than taking leave.