On Our Wedding Night, His Highness Can't Continue His Acting After Reading My Mind!

  Chapter 229 229: Are you polite? Who can say no?

  The poison in Nangong Jue's body will not only be backlashed when he forcibly uses his internal force, which will cause the blood to flow backwards, threatening to break his tendons, but the toxicity will also suppress his internal force.

  Even if he disregarded the backlash, he could only use a little bit of internal strength, almost no different from ordinary people who don't know martial arts.

   And this power is not enough to deter Lin Yanran, who is almost unconscious, and cannot stop her from approaching.

   Nangong Jue was hugged by her.

  Lin Yanran entangled him tightly with her arms and legs like an octopus, staring at his handsome face with fascination, "His Royal Highness, do you like me? Will you marry me as the princess?"

  Nangong Jue's complexion was gloomy, his eyes were red, and his pupils were blood-colored and enchanting, "I want you to go away."

  Lin Yanran ignored the coldness in his tone, wrapped her arms tightly around him, "Your Highness, I won't leave, I want to marry you and become the princess. In the future, I will be the queen of the world."

  Nangong Jue looked at her coldly, a mocking sneer flashed in his eyes.

  Being delirious at this moment, he expressed the most true thoughts in his heart.

  Nangong Jue tore her hand away in disgust, and pushed her to the ground.

  But Lin Yanran quickly got up again, wrapping around him like a vine.

  There was a trace of resentment and jealousy on her beautiful face, "Why did His Royal Highness push me away? Are you still thinking about that little **** Lin Wanyue?"

  Nangong Jue's eyes sank, but Lin Yanran let out a coquettish smile, her tone a little smug and a little crazy.

   "So what can I think? She's already married to someone else! Could it be that the prince still wants to collude with his minister's wife and take his minister's wife forcibly? The emperor will agree? The etiquette will agree? Are you not afraid of being criticized by historians, and you will be infamous forever?"

   Nangong Jue grabbed her by the neck, with anger in his eyes, "What did you say?"

   "Ahem...let go...open..."

  Lin Yanran grabbed his hand with both hands and wanted to push him away, her face was flushed due to lack of oxygen.

  Nangong Jue didn't intend to let go at all.

  When Lin Yanran was about to be strangled to death, a silver needle pierced through the air and pierced into the tiger's mouth of Nangong Jue's right hand.

  Nangong Jue's right hand went numb and lost strength instantly.

  Lin Yanran, who survived the catastrophe, held her throat and said bitterly, "You still think about her! You actually want to kill me because of her?"

   "She's nothing but a lone star of heaven and evil! She is not worthy at all! Only me, only I am worthy of the position of crown princess!"

   "Last time, she was lucky enough to escape. Next time, she won't be so lucky!"

   Nangong Jue looked at her suddenly, his eyes were dark and cold, without a trace of human emotion.

Lin Yanran shivered when he saw her, her heart felt cold and shivering, but her body was very hot, as if being roasted on a fire, the heat wave was overwhelming, her mouth was dry, and even her brain seemed to be burnt and confused .

  A wisp of white smoke was blown in from the window and diffused in the hall.

  Lin Yanran began to tear off the clothes on her body, shouting 'so hot'.

  Nangong Jue closed her eyes, clenched her hands into fists, sweat dripped from her forehead, and her black hair was wet.

  Suddenly, a pair of hands stretched out to his chest, tearing his clothes eagerly.

   Nangong Jue grasped the hand and opened her eyes suddenly, and what she saw was the woman's charming and graceful figure.

  Like snow like jade, with infinite scenery, it just broke into his sight without any cover, stimulating his already tense nerves to the extreme.

  Lin Yanran's hands were restrained, and she simply threw herself forward, tightly wrapped around him like a beautiful snake, and kissed his face with red lips.

  …

  Under the window sill outside the house, the man in black was holding a thin tube in his hand, puffing out his cheeks and blowing white smoke into it.

   "This prince, his concentration is comparable to his deep scheming!"

   "However, as long as I work hard enough, there is no concentration that cannot be disintegrated!"

   After sighing briefly, the man in black tried his best to blow white smoke into it again.

  Until the blushing and heartbeating sound came, the black-clothed man withdrew the thin tube in satisfaction, took out a piece of dogtail grass from his bosom, held it in his mouth, and sat leisurely under the window to admire the moon.

   "Sure enough, you have to persevere in doing things, and your hard work pays off. Well, the moon is really full tonight!"

   Just watched the moon for a while, a black shadow came over and kicked him, "This is the next thing to prepare for."

  The man in black glared at him dissatisfied, "Isn't it early morning? Can't you just watch Fairy Chang'e for a while?"

  These words immediately brought Sombra's ruthless contempt, "Fairy? You're a bachelor, and you're not afraid of something wrong if you listen to the corner here?"

  The man in black jumped up with a carp, and the dog's tail fell out of his mouth in excitement, "Are you polite? Ah? Who can't do it? Ah?"

  Soi Ying kicked him directly, "You're the best, let's go."

  …

   Before dawn, the gate of Jingzhao Yin’s yamen was knocked open. It was the people in Kyoto who discovered the whereabouts of the robber wanted by the government and came to report the crime.

  Jing Zhaoyin was called out from his sleep by the master, yawned and rubbed his eyes with distress on his face, "What are you doing this early in the morning? What kind of trouble is it going to be? Wait for the sun to come out and wait for him to die, huh?"

Seeing that he lay back down after finishing speaking, the master gritted his teeth, "Master, the mansions of many adults in Beijing have been robbed recently, among them are Uncle Guo, Lord Prime Minister, Mr. Xu Ge, Grand Master Zhang, King An, and others." They're all staring at you!"

  When Jing Zhaoyin heard the names of these people, the faces flashed in his mind, and half of his sleepiness suddenly disappeared.

   "The thief is extremely cunning. We have put a bounty in the city for many days, and the wanted portraits have been distributed from door to door, but we have not been able to find out their whereabouts. How many pairs of eyes are staring at you!"

   "It's hard to find their traces now, if you miss the opportunity because the master is too sleepy..."

  Jing Zhaoyin kicked off the quilt and jumped off the bed, "Call everyone, follow me to catch the thief!"

  The master responded, walked away with a smile, gathered all the people in the yamen as quickly as possible, and rushed to a certain garden in the suburbs of Beijing.

   "Hurry up, run faster, this time we must catch the robber!"

   Jing Zhaoyin rode a little donkey and rushed to the front, waving his hands from time to time to boost morale.

  When it was daylight, they rushed to the other garden, which was very quiet and remote.

   "Are you sure it's here?"

   Jing Zhaoyin tilted his head and looked at the master, who nodded confidently.

   "That's right, thirty miles south of the city, facing east from west, with a bamboo forest on the left and a stream on the right, this is it."

  Jing Zhaoyin sat up straight, patted the little donkey under him, "Everyone, follow this house!"

  After the words fell, Jing Zhaoyin led the donkey, followed by the servants, rushing into the other garden with the momentum of the autumn wind passing through.

  Wherever they passed, every attic, every rockery, and every piece of grass was not spared, and even the lake was poked by the yamen with steel forks.

  Although it was a carpet search, they were all professional, extremely fast, fast but not chaotic, and soon came to the last attic.

   Jing Zhaoyin stroked his mustache, "He should be here."

  Master thought to himself: Isn’t this nonsense? I've searched the entire Bieyuan, this is the last piece of space, if it's not here, can it be in your house?

  Jing Zhaoyin waved his hand: "Come on, surround the yard for me, so that not even a mosquito can fly out!"

   "The rest, go and break the door open for me!"

  The door of the palace was very strong, and the servants swarmed up and knocked the door open three times.

  (end of this chapter)