Qingqiu is difficult

Chapter 20: Be a killer or a consort?

The sun shone warmly on the bedding, and the princess's house was full of joy. The attendants tidied up a room, saying that it would be for the future prince-in-law.

Even though Xin Yi snatched Tu Shansong back from the emperor's sword, the royal dignity could not be lost, so he followed the arrangement of the old palace people and placed him in a remote wing in the outer courtyard.

The wing was about half a mile away from the princess's bedroom. That night, around Xu o'clock, all the lights in the princess's mansion were turned off. .

In the past few days, she was busy preparing and preparing medicine for Tu Shansong during the day, and then went to change his medicine at night. It was really hard work.

Because the prisoner was injured, the hospital refused to give him the best medicine, so Xin Yi cut himself with a knife and forced Chuncheng to get the best medicine.

But such a little injury can't be exchanged for too much good medicine.

Xin Yi asked Huazhu Hualu to sell some of her jewelry and go outside the palace to buy the same medicine. For a while, the smell of medicine was everywhere in the princess's house.

Hua Lu pinched her nose, frowned and asked in the smoke:
"Princess, you don't really fall in love with the assassin Tu Shansong, do you?"

Xin Yi was cheeky, waving his fan to apply medicine, and said: "I did it just to be responsible. You are still young, you don't understand! You hurt someone, how can you not heal them?"

But she didn't know whether it was love or not, but when she thought of him, she felt warm in her heart, and when she thought of losing him, she felt hollow in her heart.

Maybe this is the legendary friendship!

Outside the window, an old magpie flapped its wings and flew away from the branch.

Looking at the familiar roof, Song felt complicated. After several days of cultivation, the entire princess mansion exuded a strong medicinal smell.In this world, it is true that kindness should be repaid with kindness and resentment should be repaid with hatred, but the plot of complaining with virtue is often the most emotional.

Under the moonlight, Xin Yi held up a lamp and quietly came to the bed.Looking at the person with closed eyes, she felt sad in her heart.

Lying in front of the bed, Xin Yi put the light aside and said:
"For such a beautiful person, luckily the injury on her face is not deep."

As she spoke, she took out the gauze from the medicine box, preparing to remove the current gauze and replace it with new medicine.

Tu Shansong had already woken up, but he was too injured, so he just looked at her with his eyes open.In the moonlight, a pair of dark eyes suddenly stared at him brightly, scaring Xin Yi into a cold sweat.

"Why didn't you say anything when you woke up? You know how scary people are, really scary to death?"

"Who are you?" Tu Shansong said slowly. Whether it was the rumors in people's mouth or the fact that he had seen Xin Yi with his own eyes, he was a selfish and cruel person. No matter what happened, she would not personally To give medicine to an unrelated person.

Xin Yi calmed down and continued to untie his gauze: "I don't know who I am, anyway, this is how I am as long as I have memory."

Tu Shansong asked again: "Why don't you kill me?"

Sighing, Xin Yi frowned and said: "Why do you always think about fighting and killing? What good will killing you do to me?"

After saying that, she suddenly became playful, raised her lips, moved closer to Tu Shansong and said, "What's more, you are so beautiful."

Good-looking, for Qingqiu people, is the least worth mentioning.When Tu Shansong was in Qingqiu, although his skin was considered to be superior, his spiritual energy cultivation was actually inferior. He was a little annoyed at the superficiality of the world, but he seemed to have nothing else to offer, so he closed his eyes and couldn't help but Talk again.

Xin Yi shook her head, and for a moment she became playful. She stepped forward and gently took his hand, held it with both hands, and placed it on her chin. She opened her big eyes and said softly:

"Mr. Sir, why are you always so pessimistic? Think about it, you survived the disaster, and the princess favors you. If it were any other man, he would be so happy that he can't sleep!"

The tenderness of the girl's chest made Song feel embarrassed, and he hurriedly pulled his hand back, but felt that it was not safe, so he forced his hand back into the quilt.

This person used to be normal when he was young, but why has he not been so unrestrained in a few days?
She took off the gauze on her face and took a breath of cold air. The skin that was once so fair and tender was now broken into pieces, with layers of new flesh revealed, long gashes covered with bloody scabs.

Her heart was also tugged, and she felt that her joke just now was a bit too much, so she bit her lip and said:
"I'm sorry, Song. My brother is just trying to protect me. In this era, you and I have special status, so I make you suffer all this." After the medicine was taken and the gauze was changed, she took one of his hands again - In order to punish him, a long iron nail penetrated the back of his hand in the palm of his hand. Even if the iron nail was taken out at this time, the wound with spitting flesh could still be seen.

Xin Yi felt a wave of nausea and turned away to touch his chest with one hand. When he turned back, tears were already oozing out of his eyes.

She suppressed her physiological reaction and wiped the skin around his wound. The two were silent for a long time. Suddenly, Tu Shansong said:

"In order to save me, you said... I was going to kill you. Why did you risk your innocence to save me?"

The word innocence is nothing to Xin Yi, not to mention that since Tu Shansong left, she found that she really liked the days when he was around and had already regarded him as her own. At that time, she was in a hurry, so she only thought of this Way to save him.

But she said harshly: "My dear princess, I will save you if I save you. In history, there were princesses who kept dozens of male pets. Innocence is nothing!"

After saying that, Xin Yi wanted to give himself a big mouth.

Not long after, she asked timidly: "Then after you recover from your injuries, will you continue to kill me?"

Looking at the innocent little girl in front of him, Tu Shansong felt a trace of unbearability. In fact, many times he thought that it would be better if he didn't have this blood feud. He was just an ordinary man in the world, and she was by his side. She is just an ordinary girl in the world, even if she is not a princess, she is just a sister by his side.

But she is not.

Tu Shansong only felt a tightness in his chest, and images of him practicing swordsmanship for many years flashed through his mind - he was not a person who was good at practicing spiritual power, so how could he be a good assassin, and how could he bear this responsibility? Taking up the responsibility of revenge?
He is really tired.

Resisting the severe pain in his hand, he raised his arm and gently touched her cheek.

"Not anymore."

He let her go and let himself go.

She was right. Since everyone said that she was no longer the same person as before, then what was he still clinging to?Even if it was her in the past, she had already done something wrong, and if he used the same method to repay her, wouldn't he become the same person as her?

Xin Yi suddenly became happy. She burst into laughter. Looking at the girl's tired eyes, Song felt that the softest part of his heart had been hit. He looked at her injured hand again and decided to put down his hatred from now on. Just spend the rest of your life well.

At that moment, several birdsong suddenly came from outside the window. He carefully identified it, and among the birdsong, he condensed this sentence:

"Being a prince-in-law or a killer? Not only did you lose your life as a killer, but you also failed repeatedly. When you become a prince-in-law, you make a fortune, more than ten thousand people!"

Tu Shansong's face turned red. Fortunately, his face was still injured and he couldn't see the blush.

hurt……

He hesitated and asked Xin Yi hesitantly:
"If...my face doesn't get better, will you...still like me?"

As soon as the word "like" came out, he felt that his whole face was extremely hot, and the blood on his face was about to boil and evaporate.

Xin Yi didn't react for a while, but then she thought that maybe the servants in the yard were talking nonsense about being a prince consort, and Tu Shansong heard it. She also blushed, and uttered a sentence like a ghost:

"What...what kind of like do you like?"

Xin Yi wished he could slap himself to death. It's already this time. Why are you pretending to be innocent?
Song also fell silent. After a while, he only heard the magpies outside the window starting to chirp again——

"The emperor has a headache. How could the prisoner become the consort, and while he was seriously ill, burn his relics to cure the princess's heart disease?"

(End of this chapter)