If I want to run away from the outer chamber, I will criticize the prince madly and take me into the

Chapter 4 Kill her
Cui Ying didn't know why, so Aunt Kong pulled her to kneel down and whispered: "I'm afraid His Highness's leg disease has relapsed. If the girl can come out alive today, maybe she can stay with His Highness."

Aunt Kong did not tell Cui Ying that after His Highness the Crown Prince came back from Dongyi Kingdom, his legs would hurt terribly every time it rained. The palace doctor said that this was because His Highness’ legs were broken when he was in Dongyi Kingdom. It was connected again, and then interrupted again, so this was the root of the disease.

As for His Highness, whose leg disease has recurred, he will either die or be injured whenever anyone comes near.

But she knew that the girl in front of her needed a chance to get closer, and she gave her this chance.

At the moment they were talking, there was another crackling sound, like jade and porcelain falling to the ground. The people waiting in the yard lowered their heads lower. No one dared to raise their heads, for fear that they would become the boss. bird.

Aunt Kong also lowered her head and said nothing after saying that. Cui Ying understood what she meant, and she wanted to use this to test her ability.

After all, His Highness had a vicious reputation and no one dared to offend him. She wanted to see if there was anything special about Cui Ying that was worthy of her help.

Cui Ying clenched the handkerchief in her hand, stood up slowly, walked up the steps and opened the door.

Aunt Kong looked at her back and smiled.

The decoration in the house was very simple, with only a few simple porcelain vases decorated with seasonal flowers. But now, all those flowers were roughly thrown to the ground and crushed, surrounded by fragments of porcelain vases that fell to the ground.

Layers of gauze fell down beside the bed inside, and the gauze swayed slightly with the swaying golden jade. A figure sat there, with his head lowered and his hands on his legs.

Cui Ying smelled the smell of blood and the sound of ticking, which was particularly clear in this room that was so silent that it seemed like it was still.

She knew that Chu Yan sitting there was like a dormant beast, just waiting for her, a weak prey, to come forward and let him eat it into his belly.

"Your Highness."

A soft voice sounded, followed by the rustle of clothes. She knelt not far from him, keeping a not too far distance from him.

But this distance is also his absolute safe zone.

"come over."

After she finished speaking, I don't know how long it took before I heard Chu Yan's almost indifferent to ruthless voice. It was magnetic yet low, so cold that it contained no emotion, making it difficult to figure out.

Cui Ying was unsure of his attitude, but she also knew that facing an absolute superior like Chu Yan, she had no right to say no.

Not to mention, her goal was originally him, and she would not refuse his orders.

The girl knelt forward and her figure stayed in front of the gauze curtain. She lowered her head and did not look around. There was no panic look on her face. She was relatively calm compared to those people before.

Cui Ying heard him sneer, and through the layers of gauze, he raised his hand and put it close to her forehead. The blood stained the light yellow gauze, leaving a mark on her forehead.

He leaned over slightly and looked at her with his deep, ink-like eyes.

"Tell me, others are afraid, why aren't you afraid of being alone?"

The man's voice slowed down a lot, as if he was tempting her to reveal her deepest thoughts, and then kill her completely.

His mind was a little hazy, and the pain spread upward from his legs, completely strangling his nerves, leaving only some unconscious thoughts.

Cui Ying didn't raise her head. Chu Yan thought she was scared and didn't dare to answer. The intense excitement in her eyes turned to disgust. She was no different from them.

The moment he was about to take action, she suddenly grabbed his wrist, holding him with both hands through the gauze.

The warm palms, with the softness that only belongs to a daughter's home, enveloped him layer by layer.

"Your Highness is a lifesaver to me."

"If it weren't for Your Highness, I don't know who I would be gifted to." Her tone was filled with gratitude, as if the man in front of her was not some feared King of Hell, but a humble gentleman, a man who saved her from dire straits. A lifesaver.

Cui Ying certainly didn't think that Chu Yan would believe her answer.

But at this time, this answer was easier for him to accept than other answers.

She pretended to be a good girl for seven years. Everyone who knew her had only one comment about her: she was as timid as a mouse and could not stand being frightened.

And there was no way he wouldn't investigate her when he brought her back.

How could she fall in love with someone she had never met? If she didn't even believe this lie, how could she make him believe it?
"Oh? This is the first time someone said that Gu is a life-saver. It's a pity that Gu has always been a ghost who seeks life."

Chu Yan pulled out his hand and half-squinted his eyes. The pain in his leg made him feel like he was in dire straits, and his brain hurt so much that he wanted to die.

Rainy nights, crushing, sarcasm and ridicule, these images kept tearing apart and piecing together in his mind, as if they were tearing his body apart.

He gasped, pushed Cui Ying away, and pulled down the gauze and jade beside the bed.

The fallen gauze curtain covered Cui Ying, but when he pulled it off, she saw clearly what he looked like now, with white clothes and black hair, but his expression seemed to be crazy.

"Are you sympathizing with Gu?"

"Your expression is disgusting!"

Obviously, he regarded Cui Ying as someone else, and looked at her with murderous intent. Cui Ying knew that if he couldn't calm down the crazy Chu Yan, no one would come to save her even if she told her to be here. .

But there was a huge disparity in strength between men and women, and she couldn't calm him down at all, unless there was something that could divert his attention from the pain in his leg to the other side.

After thinking about it, she stood up and hugged him suddenly as he turned around to draw his sword. The girl was not tall and could only reach his shoulders. Her arms wrapped around him but could only stay in front of him. Half an arm's length.

"Your Highness, this is not sympathy."

Cui Ying's breath invaded his back through the shirt he was wearing, with a tantalizing itch that was hard to ignore.

She felt that his body was obviously stiff, as if he had never been so close to anyone.

At this moment, Chu Yan inhaled all the white powder with her raised hand. If it weren't for her sudden movement and he didn't react, she probably wouldn't have succeeded.

This powder is not a harmful drug, it just temporarily makes people's brain go blank for a moment, and the effect of the drug does not last long, but this moment is enough to buy her time to deal with it.

Cui Ying saw that his body was stiff in place, and she took him to the bedside with great effort, let him lie down, and breathed a long sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, Chu Xan looked thin, but he was not light at all. He was as hard as a big stone. Same.

She lowered her gaze and looked at his covered legs. Mother Kong once said that Chu Yan's legs were injured in Dongyi Kingdom. They were broken, reconnected, and then broken again. What would it be like? torture.

However, this is not what she should be concerned about. What she has to do now is how to explain all this to Chu Yan after he regains consciousness.

Thinking of this, she looked at the fragments of porcelain bottles scattered on the ground. . . . . .

After a while, the man lying on the bed opened his eyes. The pain in his leg had subsided, leaving only a slight sting. The smell of blood filled the entire room.

He turned his head and looked at the girl lying on the bedside, a finger's distance away from him. Her hair was messy, and her exposed arm was scarred by porcelain shards, and dripping blood fell down her arm.

The injury on his hand had been wrapped by her with clean gauze.

Chu Yan only felt that his mind went blank for a moment. When he woke up, he saw the scene in front of him. He sat up and looked at Cui Ying.

　Me: The male protagonist is a pervert, the person is abnormal, and the writing is serious, but they say I write PO
　　Chu Yan: Are you just promoting me like this outside?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)