Chapter 70: The Powerful Official in White

At this moment, the world seemed to be quiet, and no one spoke.

The air was so stagnant that it made people feel uneasy.

Wen Jin just stood there, watching Ji Weiyu and Yan Qing get out of the carriage one after another, and his hands hanging by his side slowly clenched.

The red eyes stared at Yan Qing without blinking, and the jealousy and murderous aura in his heart burned his lungs.

"Your Highness and him..." Wen Jin said, his voice hoarse and erratic, "riding in the same car?"

Yan Qing didn't say anything, and looked at him casually.

Tsk, it's really embarrassing.

The young man who used to pay the most attention to his appearance came here in a dusty state. His hair was slightly messy, his clothes were wrinkled, and his eyebrows were full of haggardness and fatigue.

The long-term running without sufficient rest and the extreme lack of water made his lips dry and peeling, and it can be seen that he was seriously overdrawn.

The guards of the Fengwang Mansion looked at this scene strangely, with strange expressions. They didn't know that the "Your Highness" was calling Doctor Yan.

They thought the man was calling his own prince.

Therefore, when he asked "riding in the same car with him" with a gloomy questioning tone, people felt something was wrong.

"Yes." Ji Weiyu smiled provocatively, "This king not only rides in the same car with Doctor Yan, but also rests in the same bedroom with Doctor Yan at night. If you want to know anything else, this king can answer you."

When he lifted the curtain to check, he knew who this person was.

Even if he had never seen him once, he knew.

He just didn't want to tell Yan Qing.

Ji Weiyu was extremely dissatisfied, and felt that this uninvited person disturbed the good time he and His Highness had spent together.

Wen Jin's eyes were sinister, and the corners of his lips slowly tightened. He restrained himself tightly and didn't want to look at the young man in white.

Even if he wanted to kill him, he couldn't do it in front of His Highness.

But the murderous aura in his internal organs was like a vine growing wildly...

"When did anyone come and go freely in my mansion?" Ji Weiyu turned around and looked at the guards coldly, "Are you all dead? Why don't you drive him away!"

There were many guards outside the Fengwang Mansion, and they subconsciously looked at Yan Qing when they heard the words.

They really didn't know this young man in white, but because a young man from Langya came today and said he was a family member of Doctor Yan, the Fengwang let him in. Although this young man in white had not had time to speak, what if he was also a family member of Doctor Yan?

It seemed impolite to drive people away.

Yan Qing glanced at Wen Jin, not wanting to talk in front of so many people, turned around and walked into the Fengwang Mansion. Wen Jin followed her silently, and his walking posture was a little stiff.

Although he had tried his best to cover it up, the slight abnormality could not escape the senses of Yan Qing and Ji Weiyu. Ji Weiyu glared at him hatefully, but saw that Wen Jin was always looking at Yan Qing, as if he was afraid that she would run away again.

Arriving at the Son of God Palace, Ji Weiyu turned to look at Wen Jin: "This is my bedroom. You have come from afar, so go and keep the Langya Master company."

Wen Jin's face had returned to its gentle and elegant state. He followed Yan Qing quietly, ignoring him, a man who would die sooner or later.

Wherever Yan Qing went, he followed.

Ji Weiyu narrowed his eyes and said unhappily: "Don't you understand what people say?"

Still no response.

Ji Weiyu couldn't help but was about to take action, but as soon as his fingertips moved, he saw a white shadow flash in front of him. The man who was gentle and quiet just now, like a wolf that suddenly became fierce, grabbed his shoulders and threw him to the ground in an instant.

Bang!

The sound of the body falling heavily to the ground was loud.

Wen Jin strangled his neck with one hand and pressed one leg against his chest fiercely, with such great force that it seemed as if he wanted to send this man to hell on the spot.

Ji Weiyu was stunned by his sudden attack, and the back of his head hit the hard floor tiles, causing him to feel dizzy.

A fierce light flashed across Wen Jin's eyes, and his hands gradually exerted force, as if he wanted to strangle the young man alive.

"Wen Jin." Yan Qing walked to the side and sat down, looking up at him, "If you kill him, I will keep you here, pray for the people of the Chu royal family every day, and you are not allowed to leave the Fengwang Mansion in this life."

The air was quiet.

Ji Weiyu's face began to turn red, and the difficulty in breathing made him struggle violently. Wen Jin looked at him with a cruel and ruthless look, like the god of death from hell.

After a while, he slowly let go of his hand.

When he stood up, his body shook slightly. Wen Jin stabilized as if nothing had happened, turned around and walked to Yan Qing.

He regained his gentle and elegant appearance, but his haggard and embarrassed face at this time did lose some of his color.

"Cough cough cough!" Ji Weiyu hugged his neck and coughed, coughing heartbreakingly, "Cough cough cough cough cough..."

This man is too cruel, too cruel.

He wants his life!

"Your Highness." Wen Jin raised his eyes slightly and looked at Yan Qing, "I..."

Yan Qing leaned against the brocade couch: "What?"

"I..." Wen Jin's eyes were drowsy and he tried his best to wake himself up, but his tense emotions suddenly relaxed at this moment. He seemed to be unable to hold on, "I..."

As if it was an elegant slow-motion demonstration, the man in white in front of him swayed and swayed again, and finally couldn't stand anymore and fell to the side.

Yan Qing stretched out her foot in time and hooked it, and Wen Jin fell beside her legs.

The shadow under his eyes was very heavy, his skin was visibly rough, his face was haggard, pale and tired, and he was completely different from when he was in the capital of Dayong.

"I told you to behave, but you won't." Yan Qing said with a sigh, "If even this face has lost its value, will I still want you?"

Ji Weiyu struggled to get up from the ground: "Your Highness, is my face not worth appreciating?"

Yan Qing glanced at him: "You keep it for yourself."

As he said that, he picked up Wen Jin from the ground and walked into the inner room, throwing him on the bed: "Let Langya come over."

Ji Weiyu was dissatisfied: "He occupies my bed."

"Doesn't this bed belong to me now?" Yan Qing said indifferently, "If you want to go back, I have no objection."

Ji Weiyu was dissatisfied but didn't dare to say it, muttering in a low voice: "Before Your Highness goes to bed, I will definitely have someone change all the mattresses and pillows, Your Highness, don't worry."

Yan Qing ignored him.

Ji Weiyu reluctantly asked someone to invite Langya over, then turned around and walked to the bed, looking at Wen Jin lying on the bed, curled his lips: "He doesn't look that good, his skin is so rough, and the shadow under his eyes seems to be painted with ink, he looks like a ghost, how can he be as good-looking as me?"

Yan Qing said indifferently: "Do you want to compete with him in beauty?"

"Not really." Ji Weiyu was embarrassed, "I'm just telling the truth."

Yan Qing was too lazy to pay attention to his truth.

Langya had just laid down to rest for less than half an hour when he was invited over. He walked into the hall and looked at Wen Jin lying on the bed. He was really surprised for a while: "He has wings and flew from the sky, right?"

"You can think that he came out from the ground." Ji Weiyu sneered, "Look at his embarrassed appearance, where is the demeanor of a gentle and noble man? I would believe if you say he is a refugee."

The tone is sour.

Langya glanced at him slowly: "How much vinegar have you eaten today?"

"You!" Ji Weiyu's face turned blue, and he was about to explode, but suddenly he choked on his throat, and the pain made him cough again, "Cough cough cough..."

Langya narrowed his eyes: "What happened?"

Ji Weiyu gently rubbed his neck that was almost strangled, "I was almost strangled to death by a madman."

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