Cold sweat slid down Yan Junqing's cheeks, her thin lips were bitten miserably, and she murmured without giving up: "I'm not...I'm not..."

Meng Xian raised his eyebrows, and the peach blossoms in his eyes seemed to be withering - what a Yan Junqing, who actually had such a strong willpower!

However, if he was so easily controlled, he would not be worthy of the kings of the Three Kingdoms to compete for it.

With a charming smile, Meng Xian continued to stimulate him with the golden needle and invade his consciousness over and over again.

The golden needle on his hand stabbed without any mercy. Yan Junqing's body was shaking and bleeding was scattered again.

"You are Wen Zhijun."

“…No, no.”

"You are Wen Zhijun."

“…No…I’m not.”

"You are Wen Zhijun."

“…I’m not, I’m not.”

In this way, one night passed, and in the early morning of the next day, the areas where Yan Junqing could be pierced were filled with golden needles.

The blood on the corners of his lips stained the red collar, his face as white as paper, and he couldn't find any blood.

Then, Meng Xian pressed into his ear and said softly: "You are Wen Zhijun..."

"...I am Wen Zhijun." His voice was lifeless and he answered dullly.

That night, he experienced inhuman pain.

【Drag the black-hearted prime minister away】

When he woke up, he saw a pair of blue eyes, a beautiful wild woman sitting by the bed, looking at herself.

He was not awake yet, so he blinked barely, and suddenly smiled softly, his voice soft and beautiful, "Princess."

Xuanyuan Jing's heart suddenly fell to the ground - Wen Zhijun, he was still Wen Zhijun.

Smiling tiredly, she gently caressed the fair and handsome face and murmured to herself: "Zhijun, don't leave me..."

Wen Zhijun smiled softly, "Don't be afraid, I won't."

As he said that, he tried to get up, but found that he couldn't find any strength on his body, "What's wrong with me? Where is this?"

"You are sick, this is Cangqiong Villa, and there is the best doctor to cure you." Xuanyuan Jing comforted him.

Wen Zhijun sighed helplessly, "I want to implicate you in this body."

Xuanyuan Jing shook his head, sat by the bed, leaning half of his body on his shoulder: "What do you say is that you are implicated or not? I like Zhijun and I am willing to be with Zhijun forever."

Wen Zhijun turned her head and looked at her dark hair. Her pupils flashed sharply, and disappeared in an instant.

He nudged her and apologized: "I probably can't go back to the palace now. The princess can't delay political affairs. Why not go back first and wait until I get better and return to the palace by myself."

"No, I won't leave Zhijun." Xuanyuan Jing stubbornly wanted to stick it on.

Wen Zhijun stroked his shoulders and frowned and murmured softly.

"Zhijun!" Seeing his painful expression, Xuanyuan Jing immediately came down from the bed, held him and said hurriedly: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pressed you, does it hurt?"

Wen Zhijun shook his head, raised his eyes, and smiled slightly: "It doesn't hurt, but the princess shouldn't touch me again, otherwise I'm afraid that no matter how good the doctor is, I can't save me."

Xuanyuan Jing bit her lower lip with a reluctant look on her face. She knew that the forbidden technique would cause great harm to her body, especially him... Meng Xian was still sneering at her when she left. She had never seen someone like him, and could not even control the unpredictable Nanshu forbidden technique.

In the end, I had to take the risk and forcefully rewrite Wen Zhijun's memory, engraved it in his mind like a brand, barely suppressing his original memory.

But in this way, Meng Xian couldn't tell how long it could be suppressed, or even whether it was really suppressed.

So, he was still so gentle when he opened his eyes - unlike the cold-hearted him on the carriage, so she could determine that he was Wen Zhijun.

Finally got him again, but could not touch him or rely on him... She was full of grievances and didn't know how to express her grievances.

【ps: Want to control my prime minister, Hum, Meng Xian, you can't help but underestimate your mother's pampering article, pampering article!】 Cold sweat slid down Yan Junqing's cheek, her thin lips were bitten miserably, and she murmured without giving up: "I'm not...I'm not..."

Meng Xian raised his eyebrows, and the peach blossoms in his eyes seemed to be withering - what a Yan Junqing, who actually had such a strong willpower!

However, if he was so easily controlled, he would not be worthy of the kings of the Three Kingdoms to compete for it.

With a charming smile, Meng Xian continued to stimulate him with the golden needle and invade his consciousness over and over again.

The golden needle on his hand stabbed without any mercy. Yan Junqing's body was shaking and bleeding was scattered again.

"You are Wen Zhijun."

“…No, no.”

"You are Wen Zhijun."

“…No…I’m not.”

"You are Wen Zhijun."

“…I’m not, I’m not.”

In this way, one night passed, and in the early morning of the next day, the areas where Yan Junqing could be pierced were filled with golden needles.

The blood on the corners of his lips stained the red collar, his face as white as paper, and he couldn't find any blood.

Then, Meng Xian pressed into his ear and said softly: "You are Wen Zhijun..."

"...I am Wen Zhijun." His voice was lifeless and he answered dullly.

That night, he experienced inhuman pain.

【Drag the black-hearted prime minister away】

When he woke up, he saw a pair of blue eyes, a beautiful wild woman sitting by the bed, looking at herself.

He was not awake yet, so he blinked barely, and suddenly smiled softly, his voice soft and beautiful, "Princess."

Xuanyuan Jing's heart suddenly fell to the ground - Wen Zhijun, he was still Wen Zhijun.

Smiling tiredly, she gently caressed the fair and handsome face and murmured to herself: "Zhijun, don't leave me..."

Wen Zhijun smiled softly, "Don't be afraid, I won't."

As he said that, he tried to get up, but found that he couldn't find any strength on his body, "What's wrong with me? Where is this?"

"You are sick, this is Cangqiong Villa, and there is the best doctor to cure you." Xuanyuan Jing comforted him.

Wen Zhijun sighed helplessly, "I want to implicate you in this body."

Xuanyuan Jing shook his head, sat by the bed, leaning half of his body on his shoulder: "What do you say is that you are implicated or not? I like Zhijun and I am willing to be with Zhijun forever."

Wen Zhijun turned her head and looked at her dark hair. Her pupils flashed sharply, and disappeared in an instant.

He nudged her and apologized: "I probably can't go back to the palace now. The princess can't delay political affairs. Why not go back first and wait until I get better and return to the palace by myself."

"No, I won't leave Zhijun." Xuanyuan Jing stubbornly wanted to stick it on.

Wen Zhijun stroked his shoulders and frowned and murmured softly.

"Zhijun!" Seeing his painful expression, Xuanyuan Jing immediately came down from the bed, held him and said hurriedly: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pressed you, does it hurt?"

Wen Zhijun shook his head, raised his eyes, and smiled slightly: "It doesn't hurt, but the princess shouldn't touch me again, otherwise I'm afraid that no matter how good the doctor is, I can't save me."

Xuanyuan Jing bit her lower lip with a reluctant look on her face. She knew that the forbidden technique would cause great harm to her body, especially him... Meng Xian was still sneering at her when she left. She had never seen someone like him, and could not even control the unpredictable Nanshu forbidden technique.

In the end, I had to take the risk and forcefully rewrite Wen Zhijun's memory, engraved it in his mind like a brand, barely suppressing his original memory.

But in this way, Meng Xian couldn't tell how long it could be suppressed, or even whether it was really suppressed.

So, he was still so gentle when he opened his eyes - unlike the cold-hearted him on the carriage, so she could determine that he was Wen Zhijun.

Finally got him again, but could not touch him or rely on him... She was full of grievances and didn't know how to express her grievances.
Chapter completed!