After being read by the tyrant, the character of the little cannon fodder completely collapsed

Chapter 31 As long as I’m here, I won’t let you die

Ling Xi walked to the opposite side of the desk, pulled a stool over, and studied Chen Qianzhe's face.

"Looking at you like this, you must have not eaten well or slept well these days, and you must have worked hard, right?"

Chen Qianzhe's eyes moved: "What did Aweng tell you?"

"No, I think you've lost weight," Ling Xi didn't notice the strange color in Chen Qianzhe's pupils and whispered, "What's wrong, but have you thought of any countermeasures?"

"No."

"No? In five days, the two of us will..." Ling Xi let out a sigh of relief: "I feel like you saved me more than necessary. Sooner or later, my head will be chopped off anyway!"

"Not necessarily," Chen Qianzhe pushed the thing in his hand over: "If we can make good use of it, maybe we can reverse the situation!"

"what is this?"

"Do you still remember the palace banquet I told you before?" Chen Qianzhe knocked: "This is it!"

"Palace banquet..."

A line suddenly jumped out of Ling Xi's mind.

"...Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet?"

"Yes! Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet!"

【Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet! 】

[The end of the Tyrant storyline! 】

[He put the overall victory or defeat on the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet! ! 】

[It’s understandable to fight against the odds, but can you fight back with all your might? ! 】

【…】

In the original text, the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet on August [-]th pushed the story line of the tyrant and the female supporting character Ling Xi to a climax.

In this palace banquet, the male and female protagonists appeared one after another, triggering palace changes, disaster victims rioting, the imperial city falling, and the throne changing hands.

Chen Qianzhe whispered: "Ling Xi, I think that at this point, we need to be honest. I need to know all the clues you have so that I can win in danger."

"I can understand the confession, but I can't be the only one to confide in it. You don't confide in it, right?" Ling Xi said angrily: "Don't think that what you did is perfect and no one else knows about it. Let me tell you about your past. , I know everything..."

Chen Qianzhe's body suddenly leaned back a little, his arms were folded in front of his chest, and he smiled calmly in an extremely resistant posture.

"You can predict the future, so you also know everything about my past."

"Don't confuse things. That's not what I meant. What I meant was your past, your own past." Ling Xi didn't accept his trick at all.

"My past?" Chen Qianzhe narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Gu is an emperor. Everything that happens around Gu, including how many grains of rice he eats and how many sips of water he takes, is recorded in the book and is clear as day."

"What I'm talking about is your own life, not your status as an emperor..." Ling Xi bit her lip: "Looking at you like this, you still don't plan to tell the truth to me, do you?"

"..."

"Well, let me remind you that the poem you wrote..."

"We only have five days to live, why should we care about those unnecessary things in the past?" Chen Qianzhe interrupted her: "Just like Gu, didn't I ask about your past?"

"..."

"In that case, let's make an agreement. If," Chen Qianzhe leaned forward and raised his eyes: "If we can survive this palace incident, we can tell the truth, how about it?"

Ling Xi did not refute.

True.

If they were destined to die at the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet, it would be meaningless to know everything about each other now.

When the time comes, the most they can do is reincarnate with the other party's secrets.

"Okay!" Ling Xi bit her lip and almost poked the tyrant's nose with the delicate fingers of her left hand: "I will definitely survive and I will listen to how you explain that poem to me!!"

——Every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the imperial palace would host a banquet for officials on the twelfth day, and invite officials and their relatives to the palace for the banquet to show the emperor's grace.

But this year's Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet seems to be different from previous years.

On the tenth day of the lunar month, a notice was posted at the root of the imperial city.

[The Emperor's Holy Will, Jian, the drought has been severe recently, the people are suffering from hunger and famine, and the people are in dire straits. In particular, a blessing and fasting banquet will be held in Mingyue Tower. The eminent monks of Huangjue Temple will be invited to the banquet to bless and pray for the people. At that time, the king will take a bath and fast. , to bear the punishment of heaven and sacrifice to heaven! 】

This Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet, there will be no banquet, singing and dancing in the palace.

Tyrants will even resort to self-punishment to pray for God to show mercy and save all people in the world.

In addition to the royal family members, eminent monks from temples across the country and Confucian elders from famous families were invited to come and pray.

Twelfth.

After getting up early, Ling Xi took medicine and a few snacks. After the imperial doctor changed the plaster on the wound, she came to the small study.

Ever since she was injured and moved into the tyrant's palace, Chen Qianzhe moved to the small study to sleep.

When Ling Xi came in, Mr. An was waiting for him to dress.

At the palace banquet, Chen Qianzhe was wearing plain clothes and linen clothes. His hair was tied with simple tassels, without any gold hairpin or jade.

Ling Xi did not disturb him and sat quietly to one side waiting.

Eunuch An looked at her in the mirror and suddenly said: "Miss Ling, I think your hand seems to be much better and you don't need a splint anymore."

"Fortunately, I can do some simple things..."

"Then, can you please help me, my dear? Your Majesty, there are some waist pendants that need to be hung up, and I still have some things to do over there..."

"Aweng..." Chen Qianzhe seemed to want to say something.

Eunuch An smiled and said: "Of course, if the girl's hands are inconvenient, forget it."

"It's okay, it's just a small waistband, I can do it."

"Thank you very much then."

Eunuch An thanked him with a smile, and with a silent flick of his right hand, he forcefully pulled back the corner of the tyrant's clothes.

Chen Qianzhe's hands froze in the air. When he saw Ling Xi approaching, he immediately retracted his sleeves and his eyes darkened.

"It's just a few waist pendants. I can hang them myself. I don't need your help. Just rest."

"I'm just injured, not disabled. It's okay." Ling Xi took the waist pendant and gestured with her hand: "Turn around."

"I can……"

"Turn over!"

"..."

Chen Qianzhe turned around with some resistance.

Ling Xi hung the pendant on his lower back, narrowed her eyes and said, "Before coming here, I had been thinking that if our heads were really chopped off today, it would be a good idea to throw them together and bury them."

Chen Qianzhe's back stiffened: "You? What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, it's just an emotion. I feel that if we bury the two of us in the same coffin, we won't be too lonely when we die. We can still have companionship as lonely ghosts!"

Chen Qianzhe tilted his head slightly, and his delicate jawline met Xiguang: "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I won't let you die, and neither of us will die!"

"You are more optimistic than me!"

"It's not optimism, it's unwillingness!" Chen Qianzhe stared at himself in the mirror, his pupils shrinking: "I'm not willing to just turn into a withered bone! Even if it's a certain death, I will fight for my own death! I Your life and death are up to me!!"

Even if he dies, he will die in his own way!

Because this is the outcome he worked hard to achieve!

(End of this chapter)