A tragic death in his previous life! Reborn to marry a stupid king and seize your kingdom

Chapter 32 Evil comes with evil consequences
  As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "bang" sound, and a box of Ziyun Cream flew out from the crowd. Jiang Fengqing quickly stretched out her hand to catch it steadily.

Immediately afterwards, Nangong Jing shouted sadly: "No matter how hard Miss Fengqing thinks about marriage, she must not risk the rest of her life's happiness just for a jar of Ziyun ointment!"

Jiang Fengqing carefully observed the Ziyun Cream in her hand, put it to the tip of her nose and sniffed it, but did not answer Nangong Jing's words.

Nangong Jing waited for a moment, but didn't hear a response, so she quickly shouted: "If Miss Fengqing thinks one can is not enough, can three cans be enough?"

...still no response.

Nangong Jing was really anxious this time, and quickly changed her mind: "Five cans, no more five cans! I will deliver it to Jiang Mansion in person another day. Miss Fengqing will be satisfied this time."

"Only five cans of Ziyun Cream."

Jiang Fengqing pretended to sigh with regret, "Then I will reluctantly accept it. If there are any good things in the future, please think of me first."

Nangong Jing was afraid that this little ancestor would say that she wanted to marry him in front of the emperor, so her voice trembled with fear, and she quickly responded: "That's natural, that's natural!"

"uh-huh."

Jiang Fengqing smiled with satisfaction, and slowly walked away from the market with the two maids, towards the Jiang Mansion.

On the way back, Xiaoying looked at her lady with difficulty and said, "Miss, is that Ziyun Cream really that good? It has attracted so many women to grab it."

"Although the Third Prince exaggerated some of its effects just now, it's not bad at all." Jiang Fengqing gently rubbed the lid of Ziyun Cream, feeling very good.

"Lithospermum is added here, which can replenish the vital energy, sharpen the nine orifices, and treat skin sores and facial eczema in children; there is also Angelica sinensis, which can remove blood stasis, activate blood circulation, nourish various malignant sores, and stabilize qi and blood."

"Refined lard is also added to moisturize the skin, and mugwort and mint are used to blend the aroma. It is naturally a good thing."

The three of them walked back to Jiang Mansion leisurely.

The crescent moon is like a hook, hanging quietly on the treetops and branches, and the stars are twinkling in the sky.

The bustling market during the day is now deserted. There has always been a curfew in the North. Except for major festivals such as the Spring Festival, the Lantern Festival, the Flower Festival, the Dragon Boat Festival, and the Mid-Autumn Festival, curfews start at the third quarter of the first watch every day and end at the third quarter of the fifth watch. Finish.

It was already midnight, and a carriage slowly passed by in the market. The smell of alcohol was everywhere around the carriage.

Two or three noble men were so drunk that the coachman moved the horse and stopped for a while, so that they could lift the sedan curtain, stick their heads out of the carriage, and vomit the food and wine they had eaten all over the street.

"Brother Zhao, you drank so much today! Hiccups!" Gao Xuan hiccupped and staggered, his whole body swaying with the carriage. He raised his weak and sore arms and patted the shoulder of the man beside him. .

"Brother Liu Yuan and Brother Ren couldn't drink enough. They fell down halfway through the drink." Gao Xuan shook his head in disgust, his mind turning into a ball of mush. He forced himself on the floor of the carriage and tried to sit up, but his arms couldn't move at all. Unable to exert any strength, he fell down again.

The young master who was patted on the shoulder couldn't even say anything and collapsed directly in the carriage. Yingying suddenly felt someone patting him and reluctantly nodded with his eyes closed.

"Hmph! You're right!" Immediately afterwards, the young man grabbed Gao Xuan's arm, helped him stand up, and jumped out of the sedan door, vomiting a lot.

The foul smell filled the entire carriage again.

The third young master was still somewhat conscious, but he was sitting the most upright, with a blush on his cheeks, but his blue robe and chest had been soaked with wine, which showed that he had drunk a lot.

He pinched his nose in disgust and turned to remind Gao Xuan, who was leaning against the wall of the compartment: "Brother Gao, the residence of General Zhaowu is just ahead."

Gao Xuan had just fallen asleep and obviously didn't hear what they were saying.

The young man had no choice but to stretch out his arm again, grabbed Gao Xuan's arm and shook it a few times. Seeing that he was still awake, he bent down and stood up, holding Gao Xuan's collar with one hand, lifting the sedan curtain with the other, and directly pulled Gao Xuan Abandoned the carriage.

The movements were completed in one go, and he wiped his hands in disgust after finishing. “Uh-huh!”

Gao Xuan groaned and took a breath of air in pain. The cool breeze blew away some of the alcohol smell on his body.

His mind was a little clearer, he put his arms on the ground, got up and looked around, and found that he was almost at his house.

Hearing the carriage behind him gurgling slowly away, Gao Xuan quickly turned around and shouted at the carriage: "Thanks, brother!"

The stamina of alcohol made him unable to control his body. He staggered as he walked and almost fell down several times. Based on the memory in his mind, he walked towards the back door of Gao Mansion.

It was already this hour, and he smelled of alcohol. He would definitely not be able to return from the main entrance of Gao Mansion. If his father, the general, found out, he would definitely get beaten up again.

The back door of the mansion was a little remote. Gao Xuan turned around and walked into the dark alley. The cold wind blew. He shuddered. His ankles softened and his body leaned down.

Just when he was about to fall, someone suddenly held his elbow.

"I will help you go back."

A deep, deep voice rang in his ears, and his deep eyes flashed with a frightening cold light in the darkness. He was staring at Gao Xuan abruptly, like a python coiled around his body.

Nangong Li curled her lips and murmured in a low voice: "I'm alone now."

He spoke in a low voice, and the drunken Gao Xuan didn't hear it at all. He nodded and said politely: "Oh, okay, thank you brother!"

The cool fragrance of cold bamboo came from the man's body, and Gao Xuan felt his body getting colder and colder.

He wanted to break away from the brother next to him who was holding his arm, and tightened his clothes. But he didn't expect that this hand had no intention of letting go. Instead, it gripped tighter and tighter, restraining his entire arm and preventing him from moving.

"Hey! Brother, you scratched me and hurt me!"

Gao Xuan's speed gradually slowed down, and half of the alcohol in his mind dissipated. No matter how stupid he was, he still noticed something was wrong.

The man next to him raised his lips and sneered: "It hurts now? What should I do later?"

To Gao Xuan, this sound was like a reminder coming from the ground.

Gao Xuan's whole body stiffened. He turned his head mechanically, trying to see who this 'good Samaritan' was, but in the darkness, he could only see a slender neck, a raised Adam's apple and pursed lips. The lower half of the face.

This man was actually a whole head taller than him, and Gao Xuan swallowed nervously. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the man's face.

"Sixth, sixth prince?! Why is it you?"

Gao Xuan was so frightened that his tongue was tied. He suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Nangong Li in disbelief. He could really feel the breath of death at such a close distance.

He trembled all over, and now he was completely awake. His face was pale with shock, and his hairs stood up. He struggled violently to get out of Nangong Li's control, but the hand holding his arm did not loosen at all.

Gao Xuan's gums trembled when he spoke: "Sixth Prince, why are you here? You are not..."

"You want to say, wasn't this king imprisoned in Chonghua Palace by his father? Wasn't he injured his head and stayed in the palace for treatment?"

Nangong Li's voice was low and calm, but her tone was pressing: "You want to say that I shouldn't appear here, right?"

There was a smile at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes seemed to be filled with lifeless water. He looked at Gao Xuan as if he was looking at a dead person.

(End of this chapter)