Group pet daughter: The rough man tricked me into giving birth again

Chapter 73 Assassination
People on both sides of the strait don't know it.

The sky filled with fireworks concealed an assassination.

When the Nanqu troupe's boat approached slowly and Qin Da's familiar voice came over, Ma Lan regained consciousness.

Qin Qi was panting, drenched all over, and there was still blood on his face: "It's been cleaned up."

Seeing Malan staring at her all the time, he muttered embarrassedly: "The servant is not injured."

It wasn't until she walked into Malan that she could see clearly that not only her face, but also a little blood was splashed on her body.

The bright red blood bloomed coquettish flowers on the light green clothes.

There was still some hair on the forehead.

"Where's Ziyan?"

She brought out two people, but Qin Da came to see her for no reason.

"Two people talked, and she and Qin Er chased after him." Qin Da wiped his sweat: "I'll be back in a while."

Qin Zhi didn't listen to the rest of the words, he supported Ma Lan's shoulder and said softly: "Let's go back."

This was the first time Malan felt the killing in person.

It's a lie to say I'm not afraid.

There are countless questions in my heart to ask, but I open my mouth and don't know where to ask them.

When the news of the assassination came back, the proprietress in the inn waited very anxiously.

I'm afraid that something really happened.

That group of people was not sent out by her, so please don't let anything happen to them.

Qin Zhi didn't worry about her, after all, Qin Er was by his side.

But his wife who has no power to restrain a chicken is not necessarily the case.

If she was really injured, touched or died, she would definitely not have a good life.

She was nervous, clasped her hands together and prayed that Qin Zhi would come back soon, and hoped that he would not come back so early.

She has sent more people to look for it, hoping to find his wife before Qin Zhi returns.

When the sound came from the entrance of the inn, the proprietress of the inn heard it immediately.

"God, but if the madam comes back."

As he said that, he hurriedly opened the door, and saw the carriage parked at the door at a glance.

Isn't it the same car that the adults went out to take today?

She panicked and was about to explain when she saw another figure coming down from the carriage.

Why are you back together?

After a moment of daze, the two came to the front hand in hand: "Burn some hot water."

The proprietress just saw the frighteningly white-faced Ma Lan, and immediately sent someone to boil the water without caring about anything else.

He must have been frightened by the murderer tonight.

Few of the female dolls raised at home since childhood have seen such a scene.

Thinking of this, the landlady's nose felt sore, and she sprinkled another handful of rose petals in the bathtub.

Roses help sleep, and it is best to take a bath.

Not knowing if it was cold, Malan's body kept shaking, and it was not until he was submerged in the warm water that he regained some intuition.

Today, she really saw the murder.

The calm lake turned blood red because of this assassination.

Closing his brows and eyes tightly, he soaked himself in the water, forcing himself not to think about it.

By the time she cleaned herself up and came out, it was already midnight.

Ma Lan was sitting in front of the window drying her hair with a handkerchief, and Qin Zhihuan had already come out.

He washes up very quickly, seeing that Malan hasn't done it yet, so he pulls off the quilt and reads on the bed.

He wanted to explain that what happened today was an accident, and he never wanted her to see it.

But he didn't know what to say.

Still thinking, there is one more person beside me.

Malan nestled into his arms with a cold expression on his body: "Do you often encounter this kind of assassination?"

Qin Zhi was still looking down when he saw Ma Lan raised his head.

The dark eyes stared straight at him: "You must be very tired these years."

The first time he saw him, he was assassinated by a group of men in black.

After that, all the assassinations and races in her life were because of him.

Ma Lan stared intently, as if she wanted to find the answer from Qin Zhihuan's eyes: "Husband, are you afraid?"

Qin Zhi also rolled his eyes.

If given a choice, who would want to live such a life.

Ma Lan hugged him tightly, and said softly to him: "From tomorrow, I want to learn martial arts with Qin Da."

If she encounters such a thing in the future, she must at least have the power to protect herself.

In the past, she definitely would not have said this, but now she doesn't think so.

Qin Zhihuan's life was tied to her. In such a situation, she would definitely stand in front of Qin Zhihuan and be his last bodyguard.

If he lives, she has the hope of living.

But she couldn't take apart these words, for fear that Qin Zhi would still doubt her sincerity.

He thought that all he cared about was his life.

Before Qin Zhi responded to her, the room was eerily quiet.

After a while, he put down the book in his hand and turned off the light: "Go to sleep."

"Husband~"

Malan acted like a baby in his arms: "Just promise me."

Seeing that she was still asleep, Qin Zhi covered her eyes with his hands and forced her to close them: "OK."

After getting the desired answer, Malan stopped talking.

Tired today, she fell asleep quickly.

There was no sound of talking beside him, only the sound of breathing coming from his ears.

Qin Zhi also opened his eyes, looking at his outstretched palms by the moonlight.

The jet-black pupils are sharp and deep, like a knife trying to cut through the darkness.

The light in his eyes flickered on and off, and it seemed that the monstrous killing intent could no longer be hidden.

The person beside him suddenly moved, and Qin Zhihuan regained consciousness.

Slowly withdrew the palm of his hand, put his fingers together, and let out a breath of foul air quietly.

He hugged the person next to him tightly, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Ma Lan didn't sleep well, she was groggy.

The dream was full of blood, and everyone stretched out their hands and clamored for her to pay for her life.

She wanted to run away, she wanted to shout, but she couldn't move, and she couldn't make a sound.

Those people were getting closer and closer, she struggled desperately, and finally she could move.

Once again, I realized that this was just a dream.

Qin Zhi was still sound asleep, and Ma Lan didn't dare to disturb him, and lay in his arms with his eyes open.

After a while, he felt that he should have fallen asleep, so he lightly tested his head.

The lamps in the house had long since been extinguished.

The night is hazy, and the cold moonlight slowly sheds light.

Malan looked at the man beside him.

This face is still as good-looking as ever, with wheat-colored skin and a straight nose.

Ma Lan can be made happy with just a face without talking.

But once he opened his eyes, it was not like that.

Inexplicably scary.

The dark eyes seem to be filled with many secrets, you can tell what is in your heart at a glance, and you still can't guess him.

Before she got married, her grandmother told her: "This man Qin Zhihuan has too many secrets, his eyes are like a whirlpool, and people can be drawn into it if you don't pay attention."

A person's mind is impermanent and weird, and he will not be hostile to someone who can understand it at a glance.

Smart people like people who can understand at a glance, and people who can't guess will make people wary.

Before leaving, he gave her thousands of warnings: "Men are the masters of saving face, as long as you give enough face, Li Zi will naturally come back.

It's better to make steel than to twist your fingers softly. If there is a dispute in the future, just coax more. Men are easier to coax than women. "

Ma Lan couldn't fall asleep, thinking about everything that happened after she got married.

His heart was hot and cold, and he really loved her as he had sworn before.

It was only at this moment that Malan suddenly understood what her grandmother meant.

What's important about face is that it's good to live well.

After thinking it over, Ma Lan gradually felt drowsy and fell asleep in a daze.

(End of this chapter)