攻略偏执狂[快穿]

Cannon Fodder Princess

　　There was a loud sound of footsteps outside the door.

　　Lu Zhi came back to his senses and looked up with an expressionless face. He walked towards the door and stopped a servant: "What happened?"

　　The servant's eyes were full of anxiety: "The princess is poisoned."

　　Lu Zhi was stunned and quickly headed towards the most luxurious room.

　　Jiang Fei has been sent to the room, and someone has already taken medicine to suppress the toxicity.

　　When Lu Zhi arrived, all the servants were waiting outside. Only Jiang Fei's bedroom door was closed.

　　"What's going on?" he asked in a deep voice.

　　"When the princess came back to the room, she kicked all the slaves out, saying... she didn't need to serve her!" Lu Zhu glanced at the bedroom door anxiously, "Guard Lu, you have been with the princess for the longest time, think about it quickly. Method."

　　"Where's the consort?" Lu Zhi frowned.

　　"The prince-in-law just said it was urgent and left in a hurry."

　　Lu Zhi was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses.

　　Jiang Rongrong.

　　He glanced outside, and then laughed to himself, why did Jiang Rongrong need him to worry.

　　He walked to the door of the room and was about to knock on the door.

　　"Lu Zhi." In the room, Jiang Fei's voice was hoarse.

　　Lu Zhi responded softly.

　　"You come in," Jiang Fei said, "Only you come in, no one else is allowed."

　　Lu Zhi pursed his lips, pushed open the door and walked in.

　　Jiang Fei was lying on the bed, his face pale and almost transparent, only his eyes were blood red, his body was stiff, and he was trembling slightly due to the cold.

　　Lu Zhi stared at her blankly. He still remembered her beautiful and charming appearance at the palace banquet not long ago. Now... she was like a flower that was about to wither.

　　"Am I ugly?" Jiang Fei couldn't move his limbs and asked dumbly.

　　Lu Zhi said nothing and walked to the bed.

　　Jiang Fei weakly snorted: "I don't want others to see my ugly appearance!"

　　Lu Zhi's throat tightened, and something moved in his heart: "Princess, let the subordinates come in?"

　　"You?" Jiang Fei glanced at him and forced a smile, "You have been with me for so long, but I haven't seen you..."

　　Before she could finish her words, her body trembled violently uncontrollably.

　　Lu Zhi moved closer to her with hurried steps.

　　"It's so cold, Lu Zhi." Jiang Fei said in a low voice, his voice seemed to be frozen. .

　　Lu Zhi opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but found that nothing could come out. His throat was so tight and painful that he couldn't bear it.

　　There was a knock on the door, and Luzhu said: "Princess, the medicine is ready."

　　Lu Zhi came to his senses, quickly turned around and opened the door, took the medicine bowl and walked towards the bed.

　　Looking at the woman on the bed, he hesitated for a moment: "Princess, forgive me." After saying that, he sat next to the bed, helped her up, and let her half lean in his arms, but when he touched her, his fingers trembled slightly. .

　　Her body was as cold as a piece of ice.

　　Lu Zhi fed the medicine into her mouth one spoon at a time.

　　Jiang Fei let him feed him, his trembling teeth occasionally touching the spoon and making a small sound.

　　Lu Zhi's body was tense, and until the end of the feeding, he couldn't even tell whether it was her trembling or his own hands that were trembling.

　　The bowl of medicine has reached the bottom.

　　Just as Lu Zhi was about to stand up, Jiang Fei's fingers moved slightly and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

　　Lu Zhi looked down at her.

　　Her body was still stiff, her consciousness was a little hazy, she was half leaning in his arms, and her voice was very soft: "It's so cold..."

　　Lu Zhi clenched his hand tightly, as if he was frozen, motionless.

　　The worry-free grass gradually took effect, and Jiang Fei's limbs could move slowly. She gently pulled Lu Zhi's clothes and rubbed her cheek against his chest, trying to absorb his body temperature.

　　Lu Zhi tensed up, trying to avoid it.

　　Jiang Fei suddenly pressed him down. His cold fingers trembled in search of warmth, and finally landed in front of him.

　　Lu Zhi's breathing gradually became faster: "Princess, no."

　　Jiang Fei's hand stopped.

　　Just when Lu Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, Jiang Fei said, "Lu Zhi, take off your clothes."

　　Lu Zhi's eyes were shocked: "Princess..."

　　"This is... my princess's order." Jiang Fei said.

　　"You are the one I bought back, so you should..." She couldn't say it in the end.

　　Lu Zhi felt that his heart felt dead and empty, and his eyes were dark.

　　He was bought by her. In fact, he was no different from those when the livestock was sold.

　　Jiang Fei gently peeled off his coat, then his middle coat, and put his hand into his chest, wanting to use the warmth from his body to warm himself.

　　Lu Zhi didn't move.

　　However, the next moment, Jiang Fei stopped moving, his eyes were a little distracted, but he kept looking at his chest.

　　Lu Zhi followed her gaze and saw the word "ginger".

　　Above, there is a dented scar caused by cutting out a piece of flesh, but even after cutting out, you can still vaguely see that it is a "slave" with cinnabar red residue.

　　Unprecedented humiliation filled his heart.

　　Lu Zhi clenched his hands into fists and lowered his head without saying a word.

　　"I'm sorry..." Jiang Fei spoke softly after an unknown amount of time.

　　Lu Zhi suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her, breathing cautiously.

　　Jiang Fei still looked at his chest: "I'm sorry..."

　　She stretched out her hand and touched his chest with her cold fingertips: "From now on, there will only be 'ginger', not that word."

　　Only "ginger".

　　Lu Zhi could feel the touch of her fingertips brushing against his chest, and the tickling of her hair falling in front of him: "Princess."

　　The next moment, Jiang Fei fell on him and passed out.

　　Lu Zhi was stunned and reached out to explore under her nose: "Princess?"

　　She remained motionless.

　　Lu Zhi straightened up and wanted to leave.

　　Jiang Fei trembled slightly.

　　Lu Zhi leaned on the bed, reluctantly straightening his clothes, looking at the woman who was still holding on to him, clenching and loosening her hands, and finally did not move again.