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

Chapter 50 Can't Change the Plot
Yes, it's not that the fastening is not secure, it's loose. Judging by the neat cut, it must have been cut.

But he is tied close to the body, who can cut it?
Qin Boyi clenched the jade pendant in his hand, thinking as he walked.

Back at the General's Mansion, Qin Boyi was about to walk towards Bihualou when Xinbao jumped out.

She greeted her and said, "General, miss asked me to ask you for a jade pendant."

Qin Boyi nodded and said, "I'm going to find her."

"Miss is resting. She said she woke up from her afternoon nap and went to find you."

The little girl's mind is really difficult, she was so inseparable in the morning, and now she won't let him go to her.

Forget it, it just so happens that he also has business to deal with.

So Qin Boyi handed the jade pendant to Xin Bao, and went to the study.

According to Song Qiange's instructions, Xinbao has been waiting at the door just to get back the jade pendant.

She went back to Bihualou, put the jade pendant on the bed, closed the door and went out.

The door closed, and Song Qiange came out of the space.

This morning was exciting enough.

And the most wonderful finishing touch is the last sentence that the maid said to the princess.

Dog man is very good at both ways!
After a simple lunch, Song Qiange fell on the bed from exhaustion.

Qin Boyi saw that Song Qiange hadn't come to find him for a long time, and he didn't even see her at lunch, so he walked towards Bihualou.

Just arrived at the door of Song Qiange's room, and saw Xinbao running outside in a hurry.

As soon as she saw herself, she cried out with a mournful face: "General, Miss has a high fever again, what should I do?"

what?
Qin Boyi ran into Song Qiange's room, only to see the shy and coquettish little girl this morning, her face was flushed at the moment, cold sweat was breaking out on her forehead, and she was moaning in pain.

He walked to the bed, held the little girl's hot little hand, and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

Is it because she has been uncomfortable all the time that she is so clingy this morning?

He was only a little girl, and his thoughts were hard to guess. He didn't come to see her just now, but he didn't expect...

Qin Boyi said in a deep voice, "Go ask the doctor."

"Yes."

Xin Bao agreed and ran away, only Qin Boyi and Song Qiange were left in the room, they were holding hands, one was lying on the bed and the other was sitting by the bed.

"Bo Yi."

Song Qiange, who had a high fever, let out a soft cry.

The very soft call fell on Qin Boyi's heart, causing a stormy sea.

He held Song Qiange's hand tightly, and slowly brought it to his lips, staring at the girl on the bed without blinking, without saying a word.

Song Qiange's high fever came and went again, and it came so fiercely that the doctor was so frightened that he lost his mind.

"Why doesn't the high fever go away?"

When asked the reason, the doctor stroked his beard and thought again and again: "I am afraid that Madam is depressed and worried, and her internal heat is hot and restless, so the high fever persists."

Depressed and worried, hot and restless inside?
Qin Boyi frowned deeply, bowed his head and remained silent.

He waved his hand and told the doctor to go down to decoct the medicine.

Qin Boyi guarded Song Qiange all night, he looked calm and expressionless, only when Song Qiange called his name, he squeezed her hand even harder.

Song Qiange didn't know how long she had slept. After she had a sweet and beautiful long dream, the images in her mind began to cross randomly. For a while, she saw Qin Boyi, who was affectionate when she was a child, and for a while, she heard people say that the general gave the princess a magic mirror .

At one moment it was the scene of the princess indifferently trying to stab her to death, and at the other moment it was the scene of Qin Boyi watching coldly and ruthlessly...

Song Qiange felt like duckweed on the river, drifting with the current, knowing his final direction, but unable to change the plot, a helpless life.

(End of this chapter)