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Chapter 12 You should be my king’s person
Qin Shuangjiang stood aside, keeping a safe enough distance from him. Zhao Ziyu looked at her for a long time, then approached her with unsteady steps, forcing Qin Shuangjiang to step back.

But he didn't care at all, and his steps did not stop until Qin Shuangjiang's back gently leaned on the table. She looked at the person gradually approaching in front of her, and her hand holding the short knife groped under the edge of the table.

The two people's eyes were locked tightly on each other. Zhao Ziyu swayed and stood in front of Qin Shuangjiang. He raised his hand and gently lifted her chin, and said in a slightly drunken tone: "I remember you, the one beside Yan Xu'an... …old people?”

As he spoke, his tone was frivolous and full of amusement. Qin Shuangjiang didn't say anything, nor did she break away from his hand. He just stared at her with clear eyes. Suddenly, his eyes slightly lowered, and his eyes fell on her hands behind her back. .

His eyes narrowed slightly, a smile flashed across his expression, and then he slowly moved closer to her, so close that he held her chin with one hand, giving the illusion that he would kiss her in the next moment.

However, he only asked softly: "What are you holding in your hand?"

Qin Shuangjiang's heart sank slightly, and a hint of panic flashed across his face. Zhao Ziyu seemed to have caught some little trick on her, and the smile on his face became deeper and deeper.

He released the hand holding her chin, grabbed her arm holding the dagger behind her back, and regardless of Qin Shuangjiang's resistance, pulled her hand forward. When he took a closer look, there was nothing in her hand.

Seeing the flash of disappointment in Zhao Ziyu's eyes, Qin Shuangjiang felt secretly happy, but she looked at him timidly with a hint of pleading, as if begging him to let go.

He grabbed her wrist, and the soft and boneless touch made his heart throb. He couldn't help but swallow, and looked at the person in front of him with deep eyes.

The girl has a slender figure, and her small one is almost completely covered by his tall figure. She has clear and beautiful eyebrows. She is not a beauty, but she can also be said to be as beautiful as a painting. She is as bright as the autumn moon, especially those eyes that should be The charming fox eyes always reveal a coquettishness and innocence that only an ignorant girl can have.

At this time, he grabbed her wrist, and she even resisted him as if she had exhausted all her strength, but she still couldn't pull her wrist out of his hand.

She blushed anxiously, and was about to cry but pretended to be tenacious. Zhao Ziyu looked at her, but there was a doting smile in his eyes, and he let go of her helpless expression.

Qin Shuangjiang hid aside, rubbed his wrists in pain, and turned away pretending to be angry, but there was an undetectable trace of success in his eyes.

She is a dark person specially trained by Qin Tianyou according to Zhao Ziyu's preferences. She is precise in every look and every expression. How could she not know how to handle this man?

Zhao Ziyu, an extremely conceited and lustful man, likes the feeling of watching ants struggling but unable to escape control. Compared with Yan Xu'an, he can handle it much easier.

Therefore, it's not that she can't break free, but that she can't break free but has to show resistance to lure him into a gentle trap.

Sure enough, not long after, Zhao Ziyu's interested voice came from behind again: "What's your name?"

Qin Shuangjiang turned around and saw that he had already sat on the armchair beside him. He was leaning on the chair with a lazy posture. From the tone of his voice, he seemed to have sobered up a lot.

Qin Shuangjiang just glanced at him timidly, then lowered his eyes and said word for word: "Shuangjiang, Qin Shuangjiang."

Hearing this, Zhao Ziyu's face darkened slightly. He vaguely remembered that the name of the beauty Qin Tianyou wrote to him was this name.

But when he thought that she came with Yan Xu'an, he felt angry that his things were being taken over by others.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qin Shuangjiang raised her eyes carefully to look at him. His eyes were deep and dark, almost confirming her identity. The way he looked at her gradually took on a hint of aggression.After hesitating for a moment, he stood up again and walked slowly to her. This time, Qin Shuangjiang did not hide, but stared at him with innocent eyes.

The two of them looked at each other in silence until his rough hands gently touched her cheek. Her eyes were seductive and she did not dodge, and then he whispered: "So, you should be my king's person."

Qin Shuangjiang just looked at him without comment. She didn't speak, so Zhao Ziyu thought he had acquiesced. He lowered his head to ask her, but she raised her hand and touched his thin lips with her soft fingertips. Then she smiled brightly and said: "Your Highness, I have something to give to Your Highness."

His eyes flashed slightly with confusion, he gently held her wrist, removed her hand, and asked in a low voice: "What?"

Qin Shuangjiang took out an envelope from his arms: "Dad asked me to give it to you. He is wanted now and it is not convenient for him to come to see His Highness. Regarding Yan Xu'an."

After listening to her words and looking at the envelope in her hand, Zhao Ziyu was a little doubtful, but when he saw the words "Prince Jing'an personally" written on the envelope, after hesitating for a moment, he turned to take it and opened the letter sideways.

Taking advantage of the gap when his back was turned, Qin Shuangjiang quietly and slowly retreated until his lower back was leaning on the edge of the table. He reached under the table and grasped the dagger that had just been embedded in the gap under the table.

At this time, Zhao Ziyu had already opened the envelope and opened the folded paper. Suddenly, his expression froze, and it turned out to be just a piece of white paper!
Qin Shuangjiang quickly approached, and with lightning speed, he raised the short knife in his hand and stabbed Zhao Ziyu in the back of the neck. However, Zhao Ziyu had been at the border for a long time and was very wary. After all, he was one step ahead of her. He turned around and grabbed her with the knife. With a little force on her wrist, she removed the short knife from her hand.

Hearing the crisp sound of the knife falling to the ground, he grabbed her neck, forced her to retreat suddenly, and pressed her against the pillar. He gritted his teeth and asked with an expected sneer: "Sure enough, you Were you still being instigated by Yan Xu'an?"

Qin Shuangjiang didn't speak, he just frowned and looked at her. His eyes swept over the dagger that fell on the ground. Zhao Ziyu tightened his grip on her neck: "Don't try to resist."

Qin Shuangjiang was forced to raise his head, looking at him with a hint of killing intent in his eyes, and whispered to him: "Tell me where Xin is, and I will protect you from death."

Although there was white paper inside the envelope, the handwriting on the envelope was indeed Qin Tianyou's. They had corresponded for several years, and it was certainly impossible for him not to recognize it, so there was only one possibility: Qin Shuangjiang had replaced the contents.

Qin Shuangjiang didn't deny it, she just curled her lips and smiled. She noticed that his grip on her neck had loosened slightly, and a smile flashed in her eyes. That's how this person was, she had taken a liking to her, but she hadn't tasted it yet. It's impossible to let go easily.

As the saying goes, the word "sex" has a knife on its head. Faced with his deliberate shielding, Qin Shuangjiang said nothing, but locked his eyes tightly on his face, and then said teasingly: "Your Highness is so smart, can't you guess?"

He looked at her red lips opening and closing, feeling an inexplicable fatal allure. He sneered, leaned down and wanted to kiss her forcefully, but the moment he was about to touch her lips, he caught a glimpse of the twinkling smile in her mouth. Silver light.

His expression froze, and when he took a closer look, he saw that it was a small blade. His heart sank slightly, and before he could get out of the way, Qin Shuangjiang suddenly fired the blade from his mouth.

The harsh sound of breaking wind sounded, and Zhao Ziyu subconsciously let go of the hand holding her neck and took a few steps back. Even though he dodged in time, the sharp blade still scratched the side of his face, leaving a shallow blood mark.

Qin Shuangjiang quickly retreated to the hall, but did not leave. The two of them looked at each other from a distance through the flying gauze curtain.

Zhao Ziyu raised his hand and lightly touched the blood stains from the wound on his face. He looked at Qin Shuangjiang standing in the hall, with a trace of murderous intent and anger flashing in his eyes.

His eyes were slightly cold, and he raised his hand to pull out the sword hanging by the bedside. As he swung the sword, he cut off the gauze that blocked the two people. The dazzling sword light flashed through his eyes, and he raised his sword to strike. At that moment, he quickly dodged and stepped aside again.

(End of this chapter)