The eldest princess pampered the beautiful, strong and miserable proton queen

Chapter 279 Strangling Her Throat
"I've been lying down all day today, and I'm a little dizzy. Just as the imperial doctor got his pulse, he said that he can walk a few steps on the ground, so I came over to have a look." After waking up, she was a little restless. Repeatedly, Ji Ruxuan's haggard and pale face seemed to be shrouded in an ominous look.

After all, I was a little worried.

"The master has already rested, the eldest princess might as well come back tomorrow." Yan Qing subconsciously blocked the entrance of the tent.

"I smell the medicine," Jiang Fuguang said calmly, looking at him indifferently, "It smells like a sprig of Artemisia arvensis, heartbroken grass, and nuxon seeds on the snow. These are all highly poisonous things. What's wrong with him? With these poisons?"

Yan Qing's face turned pale: "Master, master, his skills are backlash, and there are hidden signs of becoming obsessed. Because the skills are too strong, you need to use some special methods to suppress them. But don't worry, the eldest princess, there is a way, He's fine, son."

Jiang Fuguang frowned, walked past him, and was about to enter the tent to have a look.

Yan Qing was startled, and rushed over to stand in front of the eldest princess: "Eldest princess, the master is doing his best to suppress the backlash, you can't go in yet."

"I won't disturb him, just take a look outside." Jiang Fuguang said worriedly.

"This..." Yan Qing didn't know what to do.

It's really not good for the eldest princess to see the current state of the master. Under the counterattack of the martial arts, the master is unconscious. What if the eldest princess is hurt?
Just now he was hurt by the true energy leaked from the master.

"Is it serious?" Jiang Fuguang frowned.

Yan Qing didn't dare to say it, feeling embarrassed.

Jiang Fuguang pursed his lips and winked at Yingluo, Yingluo dodged to block Yan Qing, Jiang Fuguang lifted the curtain and entered the tent.

"Don't go there!" Yan Qing's heart beat wildly, and he rushed forward.

As soon as he approached, the pressure in the tent suddenly increased, and Yan Qing was shaking like chaff, sweating profusely.

Jiang Fuguang was almost out of breath.

She held her breath and looked at the man in the medicated bath. Her veins were bulging, her lips were black, and her expression was extremely painful.

Her heart ached, and she subconsciously took a step forward. He suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on her face coldly and devoured blood. His deep eyes were covered with bloodshot threads like spider webs. In the dim light, they looked really scary.

The apex of Fuguang's heart trembled, sour and astringent.

"It's me!" She suppressed her sadness and took a small step forward.

There was a blush between Ji Ruxuan's eyebrows, her eyes were empty, and there was a faint cold glint in the red eyes, like a Shura under the dim candlelight.

He didn't say a word, obviously didn't recognize her, and looked at her coldly.

Creepy.

"It's me, Jiang Fuguang." She approached the bathtub.

The murderous intent in Ji Ruxuan's eyes almost solidified, and the cold eyes scraped at her like a knife.

"Ah Yan." Her throat quivered.

Ji Ruxuan stretched out his arm, and grabbed her throat with a big cold palm.

The hands that had always made her feel steady and strong were cold and shackled her like a snake. Jiang Fuguang trembled all over, breathing became difficult, and there was a suffocation and pain in his chest.

She insisted on looking him in the eyes.

The four eyes met, and the cold gaze was fixed on her face, reflecting her bloodshot cheeks. Ji Ruxuan's hand seemed to be scalded, and she suddenly withdrew it.

"Kill her, kill her."

"Kill her quickly."

"kill!"

In his mind, there were thousands of ghosts, howling and screaming in pain, screaming like dense thorns, which made him have a splitting headache and looked like a madman.

"No!" Ji Ruxuan covered her head, groaned a few times, and passed out.

"Junxuan." Jiang Fuguang shouted anxiously.

After four full hours, it was finally over. Yan Qing wiped off his cold sweat and walked into the tent with heavy steps.

"It's all right," he said.

Jiang Fuguang frowned: "Does he suffer so much every time his kung fu retaliates?"

"It's okay." Yan Qing lowered his eyes, avoiding the princess's probing gaze, "This time it's more serious. The Taoist priest has prepared Wudu Pills to relieve the backlash of the exercises. As long as you take the Sangong every month, the backlash will be reduced." Much less."

"Is there no other way to relieve the pain?" She turned pale.

Yan Qing replied truthfully: "The backlash will be alleviated if the practice is refined."

Therefore, no one else can help him, he can only rely on himself, Jiang Fuguang is very distressed: "You martial arts practitioners, there should be many ways to assist in your training!"

Looking into the majestic eyes of the eldest princess, Yan Qing dug out from the box, a stack of prescriptions that Yu Hengzi had opened before, including medicinal food for strengthening the foundation and nourishing the body, medicinal wine for strengthening muscles and bones, and medicinal bath for strengthening muscles and bones... …

The prescription is a good prescription, and the problem is that the master is afraid of hardship.

……

Ji Ruxuan had that dream again.

He was dragged into a dark place by thousands of evil spirits, and the girl walked towards him with a lantern made of Jade Rabbit, and gently extended her hand to him: "Junxuan, let's go home."

He reached out and grabbed a soft hand, squeezing it tightly.

"Jun Xuan?"

There was a soft call in the ear.

Ji Ruxuan opened his eyes.

The sky was bright and the tent was completely clear, Fu Guang sat on the side of the couch, looked down at him, and asked with concern: "Is it better?"

Ji Ruxuan nodded, unable to tell if this was a dream or reality.

Fu Guang fed him a few pills, his mouth was full of bitterness and it was hard to swallow, he swallowed, his brows were tightened, a chuckle came from his ears, and a bowl of water was brought to his lips.

Ji Ruxuan finished drinking a bowl of water with her hands, and looked at her without blinking, with deep eyes.

Jiang Fuguang stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes: "Can you recognize me?"

He moved his eyes and said hoarsely, "Ah Yan."

Fu Guang breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to withdraw his hand, but he stretched out his hand to hold it: "Are you feeling better?"

She had a smile on her face: "The priest took the pulse in the morning and said that the illness has subsided, and there is no serious problem, and he will fully recover after a period of rest."

Ji Ruxuan looked at her fixedly, seeing that her complexion had indeed improved a lot, so she felt relieved.

Yu Hengzi went into the tent and gave Ji Ruxuan needles to help him exercise his energy and suppress the residual poison. Ji Ruxuan sat cross-legged on the bed, his body covered with silver needles.

Jiang Fuguang was suspicious of Yan Qing's words, and asked Yu Hengzi about Ji Ruxuan's physical condition.

Without Ji Ruxuan's permission, Yu Hengzi naturally wouldn't tell the truth, but just avoided the serious ones: "Being backlashed by the exercises, he became obsessed."

Jiang Fuguang pursed his lips.

Qi's is a martial arts family. She cannot practice martial arts because of her weak bones, but she also knows that people who practice martial arts will be backlashed by their kung fu and go mad.

Ji Ruxuan, as a deposed prince, was imprisoned in the cold palace since he was a child. The practice of martial arts depends on personal exploration. It is inevitable that there will be mistakes and omissions. Over the years, the meridians are damaged. And because the exercises he learned are fierce, he is in a bad situation. He is eager for success, so he buried the exercises. The root of the backlash is also due to the fact that he learned the orthodox Taoist kung fu, although it is fierce, it is also on the right track. In the future, the backlash will be alleviated if the kung fu is improved.

(End of this chapter)