Then he lowered the bed curtain and prepared to carry the stinky groom away from here.
Just when he was about to jump out of the window, he seemed to realize something quickly. His eyes fell on the round wooden table with food, and then he turned around and used the pastry that Jiang Nianjiao had eaten just now. Wrap it in paper and put it in your arms.
After doing all this, he just left from the window.
Jinwangfu, Yixinyuan.
Ninth Prince Zhao Lang, who had been filled with cold wine, just leaned against the beauty outside the corridor.
He only acted like he was too drunk, and then he just said to the person who was supporting him, "No, I really can't drink anymore. You all should step aside."
The palace officials who helped him over did not dare to persuade him. After he gave such an order, they retreated.
The cold winter wind blew over, which only slightly relieved the smell of alcohol and the drunkenness in his eyes.
But when he closed his eyes, he could clearly hear someone passing by on the top of the corridor.
Then, when he was supposed to be too drunk, he suddenly took out a string of pearls and jade from his sleeve, and he just hit the string of pearls and jade towards the top of the corridor where the man was passing.
Along the way, he almost predicted all the predictions of the man on the roof. Fortunately, the man on the roof was very handsome.
In this way, the man was able to avoid the attack of the hidden weapon.
But when he was about to move forward, Zhao Lang suddenly said, "Guests on the roof, why don't you come down and get together."
But when the man heard this, he stopped moving forward. He only jumped down from the eaves with the groom on his back.
When Zhao Lang's eyes met, Zhao Lang discovered that the other party was dressed in black and had a black gauze mask covering his face. He clearly looked like his third brother's secret guard.
At this time, the secret guard was carrying a stinky groom on his shoulders. He couldn't hold it back and almost vomited.
Zhao Lang frowned in disgust and said, "Yan Ziqing, where did you find this garbage? Do you want to disgust me to death?"
Yan Ziqing said expressionlessly, "Didn't you ask me to come down?"
After hearing Yan Ziqing's words, Zhao Lang felt a lump in his heart.
However, although he disliked the smell of the groom, he also knew that Yan Ziqing could not appear here for no reason with a groom in his arms.
Therefore, he was disgusted, but he still pinched his nose and asked, "Who is this person? Why does he smell so bad?"
Yan Ziqing whispered, "It's just a bug under someone's instigation. But when I saw that he dared to climb onto the princess's bed, I naturally had to torture him."
Hearing this, Zhao Lang's originally lazy face couldn't help but become solemn.
"She actually dared to get involved with my third brother's woman." At that moment, Zhao Lang's drunkenness seemed to have dissipated for the most part.
His eyes turned, and then he just chuckled and said, "I'm used to being good at torture! Why don't you just hand this bug over to me, and I will make sure that this bug only kills the eighteen generations of his ancestors."
Yan Ziqing frowned slightly. This Ninth Prince was young, sweet-faced and sweet-mouthed, but his heart was as cruel as a poisonous scorpion. In particular, he really loves to use all kinds of poisonous poisons. If this groom really falls into his hands, he will really be unable to survive or die.
Of course, he didn't really feel sorry for the groom, he was just afraid that the person who was behind it would be killed before he could find out who was behind it.
After all, there have been many such examples before.
In addition, he didn't want to make the matter a big deal, so he didn't hand over the groom.
Seeing that he refused to hand over the person, Zhao Lang only showed a slight dissatisfaction, "Why are you so stingy?"
Yan Ziqing said nothing.
Just when Yan Ziqing was about to carry the person away, the groom unexpectedly woke up. After he realized that he was being carried on someone's shoulders, he immediately started moving with his hands and feet!
Yan Ziqing felt impatient, and then he took the groom off his shoulders.
The groom only saw his situation clearly after it fell to the ground.
At this time, he only saw a young man dressed in black as a secret guard standing next to him, and in front of him sat a beautiful young man with blond hair, blue eyes, and cold white skin, who was as flawless as an angel.
The beautiful young man was wearing a crimson wedding dress, leaning against the beauty with just his head, and there seemed to be a bit of a smile on his face.
He recognized this young man at a glance as His Highness Ninth Prince Zhao Lang.
This Zhao Lang's reputation was not very good. If the murdered son Zhao Ruian was a big devil who killed innocent people indiscriminately and was cruel by nature, this ninth prince was a little devil who was good at torturing others.
Although he does not kill innocent people indiscriminately like Zhao Ruian.
But if anyone offends him, there will only be death.
Therefore, although the young man was clearly smiling at him, when he saw the young man, he felt as if he had seen a ghost.
He didn't even bother to get up, he just crawled back a few steps unconsciously.
Zhao Lang looked at the coward on the groom's face and did not pursue him. After all, Yan Ziqing was here at the moment. Even if he wanted to let the groom go, Yan Ziqing probably wouldn't be able to let him escape.
This was indeed the case. When Yan Ziqing found that he was about to get up and run away, he suddenly stepped on the groom's thigh, and then the groom let out a shrill howl.
Although the noisy noise in the front yard was enough to cover up the movement in Yixinyuan.
But Zhao Lang still seemed to hate the harsh sounds made by others.
As soon as the groom opened his mouth and said the word "A", Zhao Lang stuffed a round ball into the groom's mouth.
The groom didn't even have time to react, and the thing slipped directly into the esophagus through the mouth. At that moment, the groom felt that something was wrong. He immediately stuck his own throat, scratched his throat with his hands, and just tried to retching the thing out.
It's a pity that after the thing entered the stomach, it couldn't be vomited out.
Yan Ziqing frowned slightly and said, "What did you get him?"
Zhao Lang blinked slightly, smiled slyly and said, "Of course it's the treasure I just developed."
Upon hearing this, Yan Ziqing's face darkened even more. He knew very well how crazy the Ninth Prince was.
After all, this is the palace of Prince Jin where a wedding is being held. If the fuss gets too big and people see the excitement, the reputation of the princess will also be damaged.
Therefore, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with His Highness Ninth Prince at the moment. He just tried to pick up the groom and leave here.
But as soon as he leaned over, the groom suddenly started laughing, and at the same time he just rolled on the ground like a worm.
"Hahaha... It's itchy! It's so itchy!" After saying this, the groom stretched out his hand to scratch his own flesh. At the same time, he only moved to the beauty in another place and leaned his back hard against the beauty. Rubbing, but scratching the itch through thick winter clothes is the same as scratching the itch from behind.
At that moment, the groom didn't care about the cold weather. He just tore his clothes desperately and scratched his itches crazily. However, every part of his body was itchy. When he started scratching, he felt that his hands were not at all Not enough to relieve itching.
And even though he used his dirty, dirt-covered fingernails to dig out bloody traces of blood, the pain deep inside the flesh still seemed unstoppable.
Soon, a smile mixed with pain appeared on the face of the groom who was laughing.
In this situation, even though Yan Ziqing wanted to get closer, looking at the man rolling on the ground, he couldn't do it for a moment.
"It's itchy! Your Majesty Ninth Prince, please forgive me! I won't dare to do that again!" The groom almost knelt down to plead with Zhao Lang.
But Zhao Lang just kicked the opponent away with a smile on his face.
Yan Ziqing also said, "Give me the antidote first!"
Zhao Lang said nonchalantly, "Antidote? Everyone said this is a newly developed poison, but I don't have the antidote."
Yan Ziqing was speechless, and at this time Zhao Lang had already stood up. He only stepped on the groom's chest with one foot, and then trampled on the groom's chest with his foot.
The groom's chest was clearly about to be crushed, but instead of stopping him, he couldn't help but said, "Harder!"
His face was twisted with pain, severe itching and extreme pain coexisted on his body. For a moment, he didn't even know which feeling was more painful.
Zhao Lang looked at the groom's expression and said to himself, "This medicine seems to be effective. When I torture him in the future, I won't have to listen to them scream like they are killing pigs."
After the groom had his chest trampled by Zhao Lang, he only begged again, "Please, give me the antidote..."
But when he reached out and tried to grab Zhao Lang's boots, he didn't expect that this time Zhao Lang directly
With a disgusted expression on his face, he kicked the man away with a flying kick. "Bedbug is so filthy, did I let you touch me?"
It was obvious that Zhao Lang really disliked the groom. His kick only pushed the groom who had climbed up to him to the beauty opposite.
The coachman was so itchy that he couldn't bear it, so he tried to ask Yan Ziqing for help.
Yan Ziqing did not kick him away. He just said expressionlessly, "You can get the antidote, but you have to tell me honestly who asked you to come here?"
Upon hearing this, although the coachman was so itchy that he was delirious, there was still a look of determination in his eyes: "I...I can't say it!"
After saying this, the coachman tried to hit the beautiful woman to death, but unfortunately the itching rising from the depths of his flesh quickly thwarted his will.
Zhao Lang kicked the person away at this moment, and then started to say some sarcastic words, "I didn't expect this bug to have a tough mouth! Lao Yan, do you want me to sponsor some more Gu bugs for you? What kind of sensory stimulation do I have?" He has all kinds of voodoos, and we don’t have to do it ourselves. One voodoo bug can make him miserable, how about I get a few for you?"
Yan Ziqing only glared at Zhao Lang when he heard this, "It's best to use these tricks of your highness less often. If your majesty sees it, you won't have a hard time explaining it, and no one will vouch for you anymore."
Zhao Lang pouted speechlessly and said, "I know, Lao Yan, can't you just expect me to be more gentle with your mouth?"
"If you didn't do these stupid things, I wouldn't say much," Yan Ziqing said without mercy.
After hearing this, Zhao Lang still wanted to argue, but at this moment, a woman's voice sounded outside Yixin Garden.
"A Lang? But A Lang is inside."
Upon hearing this, Yan Ziqing stopped talking to Zhao Lang. He just struck the groom on the back of the neck with one hand, and then left the place directly with the man on his back.
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