The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

The latest website: What kind of palace is this winding, it makes people's brain hurt to walk, and with the strong smell of incense, Xiao Ji frowned.

However, he still secretly recorded the route he had traveled in his heart.

He didn't like to study when he was a child. First, his father forced him too hard, and he had a rebellious mentality. Second, seeing those densely packed words really hurt his eyes and head.

Then he plunged into the barracks and never went to school again.

His mind is actually not stupid, as long as he is not studying, he basically has a vivid memory for other things, and he can remember most of what he has heard.

This gives him a great advantage on the battlefield.

But no matter how many victories he has won, it can't change the fact that he is a rough person. Qin Fengwan's kind of princess who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, calligraphy and painting, is both talented and beautiful. Back then, he selfishly felt that he was not good enough for himself who could not read a few big characters. .

Now he knows a lot of words, directly or indirectly influenced by Qin Fengwan.

"Young master, do you have something on your mind?" Hong Luan noticed that his mind was wandering too far, and seemed to be absent-minded about going to see Sheng'an.

Xiao Ji's consciousness came back quickly, as if he didn't think about anything else at all, he said mockingly: "You saintess know that you care about me so much in private?"

Hong Luan choked, and didn't dare to make another sound.

Why does something that obviously has no connotation change its taste once it reaches Mr. Wang's mouth?

After she calmed down, Xiao Ji continued to think about the matter just now, but once some emotions were broken, it would be difficult to continue.

He frowned in annoyance.

The two came outside the inner hall of the saint. There were four maids on duty at the door. Everyone knew martial arts, and there were also many masters hidden in the dark. It seemed that although there were no men in the hall of the saint, the defense was not lax.

"Saint, your lord has arrived." Hong Luan reported outside the hall.

"Come in," said the saint.

The voice sounded quite young, with the aura of a high-ranking person, but also with an aloofness that transcended the world.

Xiao Ji secretly gave the first impression in his heart, as long as the saint has not seen him in person, everything will be easy to handle.

It is impossible to say that his face looks like he is in his early twenties,

But it's not all about how many traces of time there are, the main thing is that the eyes and expression have the introverted and calmness of his age.

He acted for a while, and then lied that he was overtired. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, he should be able to get away with it.

However, what is worse than heaven's calculation is that the saint has actually met Xiao Ji himself!

"It's you?"

After the saintess took off Xiao Ji's veil, she stared intently at that handsome face, and was shocked all of a sudden.

Xiao Ji was very confused.

Not so unlucky?

Is this recognized?

The saint turned around and pulled out the long sword from the shelf, and put the gleaming blade on Xiao Ji's neck.

Xiao Ji looked at the extremely sharp blade from the corner of his eye, then at the saint wearing a veil, and asked, "We...know each other?"

The saint also wore a veil. She didn't take off the veil, but said coldly: "You don't know me, but I know you! When you were fighting with the Dongyi army, I analyzed your soldiers on the chariot. number of roads."

Xiao Ji suddenly realized: "Ah, you are the strategist behind King Dongyi."

King Dongyi didn't have much military strength, but he was able to repeatedly set back the troops at the border. The main reason for this was that he had a very powerful army division.

He didn't expect that the military adviser would be the saint of the Holy Maiden Hall.

The saint said angrily: "All the warriors of my Dongyi tribe have been lost in your hands, Xiaoji, Marquis of Xuanping! I was worried that I couldn't find you, and I never thought that you would come to my door on your own initiative!"

She was very angry, but Xuan Ping Hou didn't feel any real murderous aura from her.

She doesn't want to kill him.

Why?

Xiao Ji's judgment on the enemy is very precise. On the battlefield, any wrong judgment may lead to a large number of casualties.

Of course, this ability wasn't born flawless, and he had paid a huge price.

Xiao Ji took a deep look at her and sat down on the chair.

She frowned, and she didn't cut him with a sword, but continued to put the sword on his neck.

Xiao Ji confirmed his guess.

She really didn't want to kill him.

That doesn't bode well.

He and her are mortal enemies, and she still refuses to kill him after this happens, so she is not planning to arrest him and seek credit from King Dongyi, right?

Wouldn't it be more fragrant to take his head?

Things are not going well...

"What have you done to that man?" said the saint.

Xiao Ji said casually: "It's okay, I'm alive, and I'll send it back to you later."

"Come on!"

The saint suddenly gave an order.

Two black shadows flashed out from behind the screen, both of them were women, but they had extraordinary skills.

The two cupped their hands: "Saint!"

The saint said mercilessly: "Kill him!"

"yes!"

The two left in response.

Xiao Ji was stunned for three seconds, the person the saint wanted to kill...was the young man who was robbed by him?

Things are not going right...

An ominous premonition welled up in Xiao Ji's heart.

With a flick of the holy maiden's long sword, it tore through his clothes, revealing the large and small gauzes wrapped around his body.

She raised her eyebrows slightly: "So that's it, I just said, how could you be safe and sound after falling into the trap I set up? You sneaked into the Saintess Hall because of your brother's antidote and your two concubine sons." I'm disappointed, the antidote is right in my hands, but your son is in King Dongyi's dungeon. But as long as you obey me obediently, I can return your son to you."

Xiao Ji looked at her indifferently: "What are you listening to?"

The saint put away the sword, and inserted it back into the scabbard neatly: "Marry me and be my husband!"

Xiao Ji: "..."

Xiao Ji looked at her and pointed to his head: "Are you okay here? I killed so many Dongyi people, yet you still want to marry me? Are you not afraid of betraying Dongyi?"

The saint raised her chin and said in a high voice: "You surrender to me, and you will be my Dongyi warrior in the future. You will kill more Zhao soldiers for Dongyi, and you will make great contributions!"

This is the funniest joke Xiao Ji has ever heard.

He sneered: "What if I don't agree? Did you kill me, or my brother and son?"

The saint looked at him calmly: "No, I killed the long follower who came with you!"

Xiao Ji's smile froze on his face.

He lowered his eyes and smiled, looked at her coldly and said, "This kind of thing has to be based on your affection, right? I am not willing to marry you, even if I marry you, I will still abandon you."

The saint smiled: "No, you won't."

Xiao Ji narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the next second, he saw the saint turned around and pressed a switch on the wall, and the bookshelf on one side moved away to the other side with a clatter, revealing a dark secret room.

Xiao Ji can't use much strength right now, sneak attack is out of the question.

It is precisely because the saint knows his situation that she can rest assured that she will not be defensive against him.

She entered the secret room, and when she came out, she had a white pill on her fingertip.

She came in front of Xiao Ji with the pill, slowly bent down, and lifted Xiao Ji's chin with her light white fingertips: "Eat this, you will give up on me."

Xiao Ji looked at the white pill, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Could this be the drug Concubine Jing once gave the emperor?

The saint had a panoramic view of his expression: "Oh, it seems that you know him? This is my Dongyi secret medicine, and was later taken to Shangguo by a Dongyi traitor. It is said that some pharmacists in Yanguo also made it. This medicine, but those pills are not as long-lasting and strong as those of the Temple of the Holy Maiden."

It's stronger than the medicine the emperor took, what kind of strong drug is this?

The corner of Xiao Ji's mouth twitched, and he said calmly: "Isn't this Marquis going to eat?"

The saint said coldly: "It's up to you."

Xiao Ji vaguely remembered that after taking this kind of drug, whoever he saw, he would have a good impression of him.

At that moment, he closed his eyes and refused to open them, his mind was full of thoughts about Qin Fengwan.

She has the ability to cut his eyelids!

After taking a pill, the effect of the medicine is strong, but after a few breaths, he feels drowsy.

Can't open eyes, can't open eyes.

He tried his best to recall Qin Fengwan's face in his mind, trying to squeeze the image of the saint out of his mind.

Boom!

It seems that something has fallen.

His consciousness began to blur, and the faces of the saint and Qin Fengwan flashed back and forth in his mind.

After all, the last person I saw today was the saint, and it was really not easy to completely remove her from my mind.

Fortunately, he has a willpower that ordinary people can't imagine.

Qin Fengwan's face gradually became clear in his chaotic consciousness.

At this moment, he vaguely felt that he heard a familiar voice.

"Hey! Big man! What's the matter with him?"

Then in the next second, Long Yi stretched his eyelids open with his hands.

Long Yi's index fingers and thumbs stretched his eyes wide.

Long Yi himself opened his eyes wide, looking at him without blinking: "Hello?"

Xuan Pinghou exhausted his last bit of spiritual power.

Before fainting, he looked at Long Mengmeng's face and gritted his teeth.

Hold!

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