Transmigrated into the cannon fodder of the villain in the rebirth story

Chapter 16 You Pay His Rent

"no!"

Song Qiange was very guilty, and at the same time, she was eager to seize this opportunity to change the future.

"Then what if Miss Meimei enters the house?" Xinbao was only worried about this.

Cut, if you can't get the male lead's favor, you won't be buried with him in the future.

Whoever wants to die, let him go.

But Song Qiange couldn't say it directly, and just said: "My emperor passed away, and his spirit has been suspended for a long time. Before the funeral, the general will guard the spirit in the palace. Where can Song Meimei find someone, and I have already prepared, she will eat this meat I'll make her spit it out too."

Xinbao couldn't persuade her, so he had to accompany her to take care of her.

Changsheng had a beautiful and long dream.

In the dream, he was sick, and a fairy, who couldn't take off his clothes, watched him day and night to feed him medicine and help him cool down.

Smelling the familiar fragrance again, he couldn't help leaning towards the source of the fragrance.

Finally on the fourth day, Song Qiange's eyelids were fighting, and he and Xinbao faced each other and nodded their heads to doze off.

Finally, Song Qiange shook his body and waved his hands: "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to sleep for a while."

Xinbao agreed, and the two closed the door of Changsheng's room, went back to the next room, and fell asleep in the dark.

Not long after they left, Changsheng woke up leisurely.

What caught the eye was the old white and yellow curtain, with tassels on both sides, swaying in the wind.

Changsheng moved uncomfortably, and a pleasant fragrance emanated from his body.

It was the scent of the one who saved him!
Changsheng's footsteps floated off the bed and walked out of the room.

On the table outside was a plate of steamed buns, several packs of unopened medicine packets, and a bowl of dark medicinal soup.

Next to the table was a medicine pot simmering over a small fire.

Take a deep breath, it's the taste of what he's been drinking for the past few days.

He looked around, but he didn't see the girl who saved him, with regret on his face.

He picked up the steamed buns on the table, chewed them slowly, and waited for the girl to come back.

After a while, someone outside suddenly shouted: "Princess Feng is driving to the ceremony, and the idlers are waiting to retreat."

Changsheng lowered his head in thought, vaguely remembering that he heard the same words before he passed out.

Could it be that the princess saved him?

The princess didn't want to repay her kindness, but she left when she saw that he was awake?

Changsheng ran out in a hurry, followed closely by Princess Fengjia, and left the inn.

Song Qiange fell into a deep sleep this time, and when she woke up, it was pitch black inside and outside the house.

Oops, prosperous!
Song Qiange hurried to the house, but... the building was empty?
Blinking her eyes in disbelief, she asked Xiaoer, "Where's the person?"

Xiaoer sympathized with the girl in front of him, and tried his best to rescue her, but the result: "He ran away, and as soon as he heard the princess came, he chased him out and never came back. Girl, his rent, you Did you pay?"

"..."

When Xin Bao who rushed over heard it, he was so angry that he wanted to explode: "Who is this man!"

Song Qiange helped her forehead helplessly, she understood.

The hero and heroine are official matches, no matter how many accidents there are, fate will bring them together.

In fact, she doesn't have to attack the male lead, she just wants to have more ways to survive and more guarantees.
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Song Qiange traveled day and night, and finally arrived in the capital when his body was about to fall apart.

Song Qiange found an inn and took Xinbao for a stroll near the General's Mansion.After asking around, there was no news of the general's wife.

Sure enough, as she guessed, she can't find Qin Boyi now.

Seeing that Song Qiange didn't make any next move, Xinbao suggested, "Miss, why don't we make the first move?"

Song Qiange said with a smile: "Even if it's preconceived, Song Meimei will come to the door and say that she is the right one. At that time, they will insist on their own opinions, which will be troublesome and make people laugh."

"What should I do?"

"Let's talk about it after the funeral of the late emperor and the old man."

She also didn't want to dance in front of other people's souls.

Before the national funeral, the old man's funeral was extremely crude.

Qin Boyi came back from the funeral, and Jiangcheng's wedding party also returned to the capital.

(End of this chapter)