The reborn prince can't be pushed down

Chapter 326 Princess Quyou
The handsome and straight man was leaning on the head of the bed, his thick black sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, his bright eyes were looking at the room he was in, and his plump lips were slightly pursed.

His slender arms rested casually on the edge of the bed, but his whole body exuded an awe-inspiring aura.

The maid in pink brought the freshly decocted medicine, but he had no intention of drinking it.

The maid quietly stepped aside, not urging him to take the medicine.

"Where is this place?" He stretched his brows and smiled at the maid, his voice was as clear as a spring flowing over a stream of rocks.

The maid in pink was dazed by his smile, "This is Nan..."

After only four words, the maid seemed to think of something, she quickly shut her mouth and lowered her head to stop looking at him.

Again!

Jiang Nian tightened his fingertips. Since he woke up, all the maids he saw were wearing the same style of pink clothes and the same double braids.But no matter what he asked, they would only respond with a smile and say nothing.

He didn't like the feeling of being controlled by others, and he didn't hesitate to use the beauty trick just now, but unfortunately the other party shut up after only saying four words.

Who is the master here?It seems to be quite tricky, these maids are very afraid.

Jiang Nian reached for the medicine bowl, raised his head and drank it, put it back on the low table beside the bed, turned over and lay down, and closed his eyes.

The pink-clothed maid thought that he would have some means to continue asking, but she didn't expect this handsome and outrageous man to fall asleep after drinking the medicine!
The maid in pink packed up the medicine bowl and exited the room.The moment she closed the door and turned around, she found someone standing behind her!
Just as she was about to speak, the woman in red raised her hand in displeasure, motioning her to keep quiet.

Glancing at the empty medicine bowl in the maid's hand, the woman in red smiled meaningfully under her veil, "What an interesting person."

"Saint, I think this Han man is not simple." The pink-clothed maid said with her cheeks burning slightly. She was almost bewitched by that heavenly and jade-like face just now, and her master's confession was almost thrown out of the sky. .

Of course he is not a simple man!

A few days ago, her carriage passed by the Hengjiang River and found this man on the river beach.

At that time, he was in a coma, and he was only wearing white single clothes. Now he can't see his true colors on this muddy beach, but his face is still beautiful and breathtaking.

His face was pale, and his whole body was wet, and he was washed to the bank by the river from nowhere.

What really caught her attention was that he was still holding a sword tightly in his hand in such a coma.

It was with great difficulty that her servant drew the sword from his grasp.

It was a soft sword made of fine steel. After thousands of tempers, it was as flexible as willow, but it cut iron like mud.

The servant opened his eyelids, and in the whites of his eyes, which were dissatisfied with red silk, were black eyes like ink.

"Saint, she is Han Chinese!"

She knew that in the upper reaches of the Hengjiang River, Beiqi and Daxing were at war. This man was Han, and he must be a high-ranking military officer in the Daxing army.

She has always been cold and aloof, this is the first time she let a strange man into her carriage.

After she felt the pulse, she found that he was just unconscious from exhaustion after soaking in the water for too long.There are no flesh wounds on his body, but there is an old wound on his right shoulder, which has injured the meridians. He should have been resting quietly for more than half a year, but from the way he held the sharp sword just now, it is clear that he went to the hospital regardless of the old wound. out of the battlefield.

She was suddenly curious about the reason why he didn't even care about the possibility of his right arm being crippled.

Onion-like fingers touched the center of his frowning brows, and the pale brilliance of the fingertips flowed and sank into the center of his brows.

The maid on the side opened her eyes wide, but she didn't dare to make a sound.

"Hmm..." The pale brilliance disappeared suddenly, and the pain, like a lightning strike, spread from the fingertips to the whole arm and even to the heart.

She withdrew her hand suddenly, and moved her body back a long distance.

"Saint!" The maid with sharp eyes and quick hands supported her shoulders, stabilizing her figure.

She rubbed her numb right arm, and smiled coldly, "This man's heart is stronger than ordinary people's, and I have used [-]% of my skills and still can't break through his heart defense!"

Not only did she fail, but her skills were rebounded, almost hurting her heart.

The maid's face changed slightly, it was unimaginable, their saintess has the ability to peek into people's memories, and she has never missed it for so many years!
"Why doesn't the saint use all her strength?"

She smiled, "It's unknown if I can break through with all my strength, even if I try to break through forcefully, he will become a fool."

The maid originally wanted to say that it would be no pity for a person who appeared out of nowhere to become stupid, but when she saw the unprecedented brilliance in the eyes of the saint, she wisely shut up.

After that, she brought him back to Tiansheng Palace.

He didn't suffer any fatal injuries, and it was only a matter of time before he woke up.

The woman in red waved her hand to signal the maid to step back, then opened the door and entered.

Jiang Nian was lying with his back to her. She walked to the bed and habitually reached out to grab his wrist, wanting to feel his pulse.

Unexpectedly, just as her hand touched the back of Jiang Nian's, he grabbed the pulse door with his backhand.

Jiang Nian's eyes opened at the same moment, the black pupils were shining brightly, and his already handsome face was coated with a dazzling brilliance because of these star-like eyes.

"Who are you? Where is this place?"

Jiang Nian's voice was like ice beads falling on a silver plate, clear and deep.

"This seat is the saint of Tiansheng Palace, Princess Quyou of Nanyu Kingdom."

The pulse gate was blocked, Qu You didn't even blink her eyelids, she was calm and calm.

Jiang Nian stared at the woman in front of him. The veil covered most of her face, only her eyes and forehead were exposed.She looked very young, about seventeen or eighteen.

Dressed in red like fire, his calm appearance reminded him of Ning Yuezhao.

Ah Zhao...Thinking of that night, he could almost hold her in his arms, but the sky thunder bomb caused a subsidence and separated him from her again...

Thinking of his beloved wife, Jiang Nian let go of Qu You, and said coldly: "So it's Princess Qu You of Nanyu Kingdom, I offended you."

Ever since the maid uttered the word "South", he had already guessed that he should be in Nanyu Country.

Qu You's lips curled up under the veil, and she insisted on pulling Jiang Nian's hand to feel his pulse.

Sensing that her actions did not have killing intent, Jiang Nian did not resist.

"You recovered faster than I imagined, but..." Qu You paused, his gaze fell on his shoulder, "Your old injury has not been healed properly, and you insisted on using force, if you hadn't taken pain-suppressing medicine , I’m afraid it’s hard to hold on for so long. I haven’t given you medicine for the past few days here, and the action of holding my pulse door like just now should be enough to make your right shoulder feel like a steel needle The pain is severe, but you didn't even move your brows, I really admire you."

Jiang Nian sat up from the bed and looked at her, "Nanyu people are good at lowering their heads and believe in gods. Every generation of princesses will choose the messengers of the gods, the saintesses of the heavenly palace, to convey the will of the gods on their behalf. The first generation of saintesses is the only daughter of the king, and she is also the most skilled at lowering her head among the saints of all ages."

As for how clever it is, Jiang Nian has yet to find out in the future, but judging from the current contact, this woman is not simple.

She deliberately prevented the maid from answering any of his questions, just to set up a trap for him.

What's more frightening than unknown circumstances?Now she sees that this trick is not effective for him, so she simply tells everything.

On the surface, it seemed that she was confessing to him, but in fact, she wanted to show that she had everything in her hands, so as to frighten Jiang Nian.

The saintess of Tiansheng Palace, who is said to convey God's will on her behalf, is actually the real ruler in Nanyu Kingdom.

The ruler of Nanyu Kingdom must be approved by Tiansheng Palace before he can be supported by his subjects.To put it bluntly, the king is just a puppet, and the real decision-maker behind the scenes is the saint.

The injury on his right shoulder is indeed unhealed. Originally presiding over the government in the imperial capital would not have troubled his right arm very much, but then Ning Yuezhao was kidnapped by the Portuguese, how could he care about it? With this old injury, Fu Liao prescribed medicine to numb the pain in his right shoulder, and he came to the northwest just like that.

Except for Fu Liao, everyone on this journey forgot that he was a seriously injured person.

In order to restrain Qu You just now, he really held back the pain like a needle prick.During his military career for more than a month, he has never been able to take medicine every moment. He has long been used to this level of pain.

It's just that this time he was sucked into the underground river and soaked in the Hengjiang River for a few days, his right shoulder seemed to hurt more than before.

Qu You's eyes were also stained with a layer of smile, "As expected of the husband of the Daxing Emperor, my Nanyu Kingdom has no contact with the outside world, since you can also find out about this step, it's amazing."

She had asked people to inquire about the soft sword that Jiang Nian would never let go of. There were only two such swords in the world, and they were the sabers of the emperors and husbands of Daxing.

Coupled with Jiang Nian's outstanding temperament, it is not difficult to deduce his identity.

Jiang Nian got out of the couch, took the coat on the coat rack beside the bed, and put it on, "Jiang will never forget the life-saving grace of the saint, and he will visit Nanyu again with a generous gift in the future. Now Jiang I have something important to do, so I'll take my leave!"

Fasten your belt, and Jiang Nian is about to go out.

"Wait." Qu You stopped him.

Jiang Nian paused, and the real strength was concentrated in his hands. He knew that Princess Qu You was also a master. If she wanted to stop him, then don't blame him for being merciless.

Qu You came over and stood opposite him, with an undisguised smile in his eyes, "I can completely heal the injury on your shoulder, but you still have to go?"

Jiang Nian frowned lightly and said nothing, he knew she must have more to say.

But before Qu You could say the rest, a maid's anxious voice came from outside, "Saint, the Crown Prince is here!"

　Ann, I don't have amnesia.

　　As I said before, I will abuse the heroine a little bit, but not in the way of amnesia.

　　It's too watery to write this step and still lose my memory.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)