Qingqiu is difficult

Chapter 29 Why did you die again?
When Lu Xinyi woke up again, the surroundings were in chaos. He only heard a faint voice coming from outside the chaos——

"Lu Xinyi, why did you write the protagonist to death again?"

Lu Xinyi's knees weakened and she fell to the ground, wanting to cry but without tears: "Editor-in-Chief, I really can't help it. The male protagonist's hatred is too deep!"

In the darkness, something similar to a mobile phone was suddenly thrown down. She crawled over and took a look, only to see a warm jade-shaped square with her data clearly written on it - wasn't this the one she opened more than 100 times a day? Data center?
"Your data is too bad. I asked you to update it, not to let you live in retirement! If the data is still so bleak, you should die in the novel!"

After saying that, the voice suddenly disappeared, and in the darkness, no matter how much she shouted, it was of no avail.

But gradually, they were replaced by calls from Chuncheng and Xiao Cong.

Lu Xinyi really wanted to say, Editor-in-Chief, can I just give up? Who would bother to change the book with their life?

But she has no right to speak!

Lu Xinyi felt a surge of heat all over his body, and he sat up from the bed.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Chuncheng's anxious gaze. She was holding a wet towel at the moment. Seeing that Xin Yi had woken up, she carefully wiped away the sweat on her temples with the towel.

"Aunt, I..." She held her stomach, and it was indeed painful. The tearing of the wound made her grin again.

Chuncheng hurriedly helped her lie down again and said: "Fortunately, it didn't hurt her vitals, it was only a hair's breadth away. The princess is blessed with a spiritual energy that protects her."

Xiao Cong's eyes were red and he drew his sword: "I'm going to kill that beast slave!"

Xin Yi hurriedly grabbed Xiao Cong's sleeve. With this struggle, she accidentally tore open the wound. The blood immediately dyed the gauze red, but she still refused to let go. She endured the pain and said:
"Don't...him...where is he now?"

Xiao Cong's eyes were red, and he said with a hint of tears: "Princess! He... you forgive him again and again, it can be said that you are feeding a tiger to trouble! Do you know that last night he saw you bleeding like a river, and he was not moved at all!"

Xin Yi lowered his eyes slightly and sighed: "He can be hard-hearted, but I can't. You tell me first where he went."

Xiao Cong sobbed: "I'm just temporarily locked up in the dungeon in the backyard. His Majesty doesn't know yet about His Highness's injury..."

"Don't let your Majesty know!" Another sharp tearing pain came from his lower abdomen. Chuncheng frowned, pressed Xin Yi in place, and sighed distressedly:
"Princess, why bother? You have to bandage again..."

Lu Xinyi cursed secretly in his heart: "If you can't die, then you can't die. This pain is still so real..."

At this moment, her hand touched a square and cold object under the quilt. She picked it up and looked at it, only to see a bleak data on it. The only few comments were written by herself.

"What is this?" Chuncheng asked in confusion when he saw Xin Yi taking out an ugly stone from under the quilt.

Xin Yi immediately hid Fang Yu under the quilt, smiled, and said to Xiao Cong: "Give the prince a good meal, but don't let him run away. Tell him that I don't blame him."

Although Xiao Cong was puzzled, he could only do it.She gave a perfunctory salute, turned around and walked towards the backyard.

Early this morning, she called the princess to get up, but there was no movement for a long time. She broke in the door and saw blood all over the floor. Sitting dead.

This was the first time she saw someone who killed a king and looked down upon death like this.

Coming down from the dungeon, in a huge iron cage, a man sat quietly in the cage, still wearing red clothes - his wedding had just passed, and he was naturally still in a state of joy.

Xiao Cong looked at the man coldly, but there was a surge of hatred in her body: she really couldn't understand why the princess would risk her life to protect such an assassin, and this assassin didn't appreciate it at all!
Hearing that someone was coming, Tu Shansong turned his head slightly and glanced at the boots. He expected that Xiao Cong was coming, so he closed his eyes and turned his head to the side.

No matter what the outcome was, he was willing to suffer it.

In the darkness, only a voice sounded coldly: "Princess, you are lucky, you don't have to die."

He opened his eyes suddenly and looked at Xiao Cong - that serious expression full of hatred did not look like a joke at all.

How can it be?How could it be possible... He clearly pierced it with the knife and avoided the vital point. How could she still get it after the blood flowed all night?

Could it be that she is not a human race?

But he clearly watched her die with his own eyes.

Before anyone could answer his doubts, he heard Xiao Cong say again:

"I really hate you. The princess treats you so well. She showed off her new clothes to us that day and said she would wear them to accompany you to your hometown to worship your ancestors. The princess forgives you time and time again, but you always want to kill her!
I haven't read a book, but I heard a saying among the people - a couple's kindness will last a hundred days, so what's going on in your heart! "

Song put his hands on his knees and moved his fingers slightly. In the past, his hatred was just because the princess was the enemy who killed his father, but last night his hatred clearly had something else...

His lips moved, but no sound came out. He didn't know what to say, so he just turned his head to the other side in pain.

Xiao Cong turned around, walked up to the two guards, whispered a few words to them, then turned back, gave Song a look that looked like he was gouging out flesh, and then left in a hurry.

The time in prison passed extremely long, and so did the time in the hospital bed.Although the two of them were not in the same place, they both looked at the boredom above their heads, waiting for the judgment of fate with despair.

On this day, Yu Jingmo also listened to the class absent-mindedly. He turned his head and looked at the empty seat next to him. After leaving the school, he hurriedly asked his subordinates for news about the princess.

"Boss, the consort gave the princess another blow!"

Yu Jingmo was startled and the cup in his hand almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly clenched the cup and wiped his mouth. He couldn't believe what he heard and asked his subordinates to repeat it again.

"Boss, it's absolutely true. The prince-in-law stabbed the princess again yesterday. Her life or death is uncertain now, and she hasn't left her room for a day!"

Yu Jingmo put down the tea cup, clapped his hands together, and exclaimed:
"You are indeed the brother I chose! He is simply the family I chose! How fierce!"

Seeing that the boss was happy, the boy couldn't help but feel happy too. He smiled and took a few steps forward and said:
"Boss, if he succeeds in the assassination, will your mission be completed? Will your skills be restored?"

Jingmo tried his best to hide the joy in his heart, smiled and nodded.But somehow, this joy always feels empty.

Another younger brother promptly served new tea and said:
"Boss, as the totem god of Jingguo, you have been sleeping for more than 200 years. Damn it, Jingguo has forgotten you. Otherwise, why would it be so difficult to ask them to sacrifice a princess? There is no need for you to go to such great lengths!"

Jingmo shook his head and used one hand to explore the new tea. Unexpectedly, the younger brother poured boiling hot water on his fingers before he finished pouring it. It hurt so much that he retracted his hand and accidentally dropped the cup.

Another younger brother hurriedly stepped forward, held Yu Jingmo's hand, and exclaimed distressedly: "Wang Er! Can you be careful? You were so burned by the boss that you molted your skin in advance!"

When Wang Er saw this, he fell to his knees with a plop and wanted to apologize with a sad face. Unexpectedly, Jing Mo opened the two of them, bent down and picked up the pieces of the tea cup on the ground, with a troubled expression on his face:
"Oh! Shedding skin is small. If you break the cup, you have to pay for it! You don't have much money even if you sell your boss!"

Zhang San said: "Boss, at worst, let us snakes and grandsons steal one!"

Yu Jingmo glanced at him resentfully: "Are you stupid? How many brothers are being imprisoned by Zhuorui. If it weren't for you and I, I would have turned into a pit now!"

Wang Er also scolded Zhang San for being brainless: "Yes! Even if he is as powerful as the boss, wasn't he also imprisoned in the Princess Mansion for over a month? What nonsense are you talking about..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a cold feeling on the back of his neck.

(End of this chapter)