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

Chapter 38 Are you wearing books too?
Ling Xinyao looked at Chen Wangchuan's bleeding hand, her eyes filled with disbelief. She looked at him in confusion, and for a moment she even forgot to take action again.

Chen Wangchuan glanced at her: "Assassinating His Majesty is a capital crime! Someone is coming..."

Ling Xinyao understood the hint in his eyes, folded her slender waist, whirled up to the ridge of the roof, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The Twelve Guards came after her at this moment. Some of them chased her, while others surrounded Zhou Chang and the others.

The assassins were already suppressed by the Hidden Loyalty, but now they were besieged by the Twelve Guards, and they were even more passive.

Chen Qianzhe sheathed his sword and asked, "Why is the emperor's uncle here?"

"I've been waiting for you, but I didn't see His Majesty, so I came over to take a look. I didn't expect to encounter this thing. How about it?" Chen Wangchuan looked at Ling Xi with concern: "Is Miss Ling okay?"

"It's okay, thank you." Ling Xi rubbed the injury between his brows, "It's just my face that's disfigured."

Chen Qianzhe's eyes were cold: "It's just a small scar. To you, it doesn't matter whether it's there or not!"

Ling Xi immediately gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

"Say you're ugly!"

"..."

Chen Wangchuan's eyes showed a little surprise.

He knew that Chen Qianzhe, the emperor's nephew, had a cold-blooded steadiness that belied his age. He had been cautious in his words and deeds since he was a child and never talked nonsense with anyone.

Now, you are actually quarreling with a loser beauty like Ling Xi? ?
Chen Qianzhe seemed to realize something, and his whole aura suddenly sank like an abyss, and he snorted coldly.

"Twelve Guards, I want to survive!"

"Pfft!"

Qian Shizhong's sword cut the throats of the two assassins, and blood spurted all over him.

But then the sword edge turned towards Zhou Chang, moving like clouds and flowing water.

Zhou Chang quickly retreated, his mind changed, and he realized that he could not escape today.

but.

He must not be caught by His Majesty!
and so.

The moment he withdrew, he made his final decision.

The moment he stopped and landed, he suddenly scratched his face.

"not good!"

Qian Shizhong quickly raised his sword and broke Zhou Chang's hand tendon, but it was still too late.

White smoke came out from Zhou Chang's face, and the smell of bloody carrion instantly filled the air.

Following the scream, pieces of flesh and blood fell off Zhou Chang's face.

"He is..."

Ling Xi subconsciously moved forward, wanting to see more clearly, but a hand fell on her eyes, carrying a faint fragrance.

"Don't look!"

Chen Qianzhe covered her eyes with his left hand and moved to the area behind him: "Twelve Guards!"

One of the Twelve Guards understood, raised his sword and cut off Zhou Chang's head.

Soon, his head turned into a pool of blood.

"This is bone powder, used to transform corpses... He actually used it on his own face, and it corrupted him alive... He is a man!" Qian Shizhong bowed in admiration.

Enemies are enemies, but the respect you deserve should still be there.

Such a strong-willed man deserves his respect.

Chen Qianzhe was expressionless: "What does the emperor think?"

"He is so eager to destroy his face, which means that this person... His Majesty may know him!" Chen Wangchuan remained calm and could not see any disturbance.

"Yes, that's why he couldn't wait to disfigure his face, but it doesn't matter," Chen Qianzhe said with a half-smile, "The Twelve Guards will hang his body at the city gate. If anyone can provide clues to his identity...he will be rewarded heavily!"

He raised his head and chuckled: "What do you think, uncle?" Chen Wangchuan nodded elegantly: "This is so appropriate!"

Ling Xi had been hiding behind Chen Qianzhe until Zhou Chang's body was disposed of, only to reveal half of his head.

"Where's the emperor?"

"What? Do you miss him?" Chen Qian frowned and said, "I just left. Do you want to call him back for you?"

"Don't you think it's strange? Why did he save me just now?"

Chen Qianzhe shook his shoulders, shook her hand away, and took off his blood-stained plain clothes: "A hero saves a beauty, something every man is willing to do. Maybe he is fascinated by beauty and has a crush on you... …”

"I do think that he likes me. As a male protagonist, a woman will definitely not chop off her head," Ling Xi said bitterly, "What a pity, the only concubine he misses in his heart is my concubine, not me!"

"Clap!"

Chen Qianzhe threw off his clothes: "Yeah, it's great to follow him. He's good-looking, has high martial arts value, and can ensure you live a long and prosperous life. Unlike me, who will only be implicated to the point of having your head chopped off!"

"Bang, bang bang..."

The sound of banging was suddenly heard.

Chen Qianzhe's movements suddenly stopped.

Ling Xi also held her breath.

The two of them counted the bangs in their hearts in tacit understanding.

In the era before clocks, the bangzi was the best time clock at night.

"Do you hear it clearly? How many sounds are there in total?"

"Eleven sounds...what about you? How many sounds did you hear?"

"Eleven!! It's eleven o'clock, there's still half an hour..." Ling Xi looked at Chen Qianzhe: "There's still half an hour, we're about to go to the guillotine!"

She and the tyrant died in the riot before Zi Shi.

Before twelve o'clock, the mob swarmed into the palace, killing everyone they met, and chopped off her and the tyrant's heads.

According to the original plot line, it’s coming soon! !
Although Ling Xi was well prepared, she still couldn't help but feel nervous at this moment: "Tell me, if we fail to reverse the plot and still die, will we... return to the original world?"

"What? What's the original world?" Chen Qianzhe avoided her gaze and said calmly, "What are you talking about?"

"You are going to die, are you still lying to me?" Ling Xi kicked him angrily: "Don't think that I don't know what kind of life you are. You, like me, are both people who wear books."

"Wearing books?" Chen Qianzhe's pupils trembled: "What are you wearing books?"

"Wearing a book is wearing a book. It's a very popular meme now. Stop pretending!"

"...What's the joke? What does this have to do with wearing books?" Chen Qianzhe's expression was very blank, and it didn't look like he was pretending.

"You're still pretending, aren't you?" Ling Xi became angry: "The poem Qian Xizhong mentioned before, the poem you wrote...the white horse poem!"

Originally, she wanted to have a good chat with the tyrant after the matter was completely over.

But now that he was still pretending to be stupid, she didn't care.

"Abandoning the blade, can life be safe? Parents don't care, what about sons and wives! Famous and strong men are not allowed to be selfish. Die to go to the country, and die as soon as home!"

"This poem is called the White Horse Pian. It was written by Cao Zhi in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Don't think that I really don't know much about reading!"

"Fan Kang said, this is a poem you wrote when you were five years old... You are a five-year-old baby, but you know what it means to sacrifice one's life for a national disaster, and to regard death as a sudden return... Wait a minute!"

"Five?"

"...Five years old?? Is that what I understand as five years old?"

Ling Xi caught another blind spot and looked at Chen Qianzhe in shock and confusion: "You, you were five years old, just..."

A five-year-old child would never be able to write such a compassionate and shocking poem.

unless……

(End of this chapter)