When Song Huai'an woke up from the pain again, he finally sighed as if admitting defeat.

She raised her hand and touched her face, then finally mustered up the courage to look around.

This is a small room of five or six square meters, surrounded by walls on three sides, an iron fence seals the door, and there is a small window one foot square behind it that shines brightly, Song Huaian raised his head, trying to see outside the small window, but only looked at a bundle of dusty air.

That's right, this is really a prison, and looking at the structure is quite antique, Song Huai'an's heart trembled a little, and he raised his hand and patted his face again.

No, probably not......

The thatch under her buttocks was very damp, and after she woke up, the pain and discomfort on her body became more and more obvious and could not be ignored, Song Huaian knew that she had been on her period for several days, and the back of her head was also a dull pain, but she didn't have the energy to take care of these now.

Suddenly there was a sound of the iron cable being untied, and then the heavy door valve was opened, Song Huaian shrank uneasily, but couldn't help but raise his head and wait for the footsteps that were gradually approaching.

"Huaixin, do you understand? If this kind of woman doesn't teach her a lesson, she will only hurt you even more in the future! ”

Song Huai'an took a bite of the hard, cold and half-rancid steamed bun, which the jailer threw in two days ago, and smashed it directly on her face, making her comatose self wake up all of a sudden, and long after that moment, she still thought she was dreaming.

In the memory of before she fell into a coma, she was still excited to belly dance on the bed because the beginning of the farming essay she wrote was finally completed, but she lost consciousness and fainted as if she suddenly bumped into something.

"Yan Zhong, that's my sister, even if she stole my formula, you shouldn't ......"

A pair of men and women outside seemed to be arguing, Song Huai'an was stunned for a moment, raised her head suddenly, and put all her energy on the two people arguing outside the door.

"The handsome man put his hands on the woman's shoulders, and he looked at the weak and strong woman in front of him with pity, and he could understand her feelings, but the thought of such a gentle and kind woman having such a mean and vicious mother and sister made his heart ache, and he longed to get rid of everything that bothered her!"

Huai'an slammed her face on the iron grille, and squeezed out a trace of afterglow to look outside the cell, but unfortunately, even if she riveted her full strength, she could only see a royal blue corner, Song Huai'an maintained a very crazy posture and thought silently in her heart.

"Huaixin, you go with this king, I'll take you to Wujing!"

"Huaixin, you and Ben...... Come with me, I'll take you to Wujing! ”

Although there were slight discrepancies from her memory, Song Huai'an couldn't help but tremble, she felt numb all over her body, as if she had been hit by a faint electric current, and as if the whole person was suddenly in the cold lake.

What the fuck is this......

It's ridiculous!!

Song Huai'an's face was still close to the iron grille, and the whole person slowly slid down as if he had lost his strength.

Because she gave the vicious female partner the same name as herself on a whim, she actually wore it into her own book, and became the heroine's sister with the worst ending in the setting?!

Too late to continue to collapse, Song Huai'an heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and only felt a chill in his back, the two people outside, if there is no mistake, one is the sister of this body, Song Huaixin, and the other is Kou Yanzhong, the honorary king of the Southern Wei Dynasty.

One is a modern agricultural college student who crossed the peasant girl, and the other is a prince who was betrayed by a traitor and escaped death.

The whole story is set in an alternate era that she set up randomly, and even the content of her first draft just stopped at the moment, so she still remembers the last sentence vividly.

Just as Song Huai'an was trembling and biting his fingers, the two people who were arguing had already walked outside the iron fence of the cell, and the two of them were followed by two jailers with low eyebrows and bowed heads.

Song Huaixin's heart was also complicated when she saw her sister leaning on the prison door, she had no feelings for the "relatives" in this world, but the concept of her previous life was deeply rooted in the bone marrow, even if the recipe for her signature dish was stolen by this bitter and ignorant woman and sold to her opponent, but in her opinion, Song Huai'an's crime was not enough to die.

"Huai'an, do you know your mistake?"

At this time, Song Huai'an Yang leaned against the iron bars of the prison in embarrassment, and the moment he heard Song Huaixin's words, he retreated as if frightened.

The character created by himself with pen and paper stood in front of him alive, facing himself with colors full of accusation and compassion, and Song Huaian felt as if he was watching a ghost movie for a moment.

- Do you know what is wrong?

Wrong?

Song Huaian couldn't say what she felt in her heart for a while, she raised her head and looked at the novel in front of her, or the heroine in this world.

She is obviously the creator, but now she has become one of the pawns, although she can no longer control the rest of the story from now on, but such a gap makes people want to collapse.

“…… I...... Knowing that it was wrong. ”

Song Huai'an lowered his head and clenched his fists, and replied to Song Huaixin slowly and stiffly.

The trouble at the moment is not what she did to Song Huaixin before, because she knows that she has not angered Song Huaixin yet, and even Song Huaixin will protect her to a certain extent, such as now, when Kou Yanzhong wanted to put him to death, Song Huaixin saved her in the prison cell.

At this moment, she began to rejoice that at the beginning, she set Song Huaixin as a bit of a virgin, and as a modern woman, she would never take killing too simply.

"It's a good sentence to know it's wrong!"

Saying that, Kou Yanzhong kicked open the prison door, then squatted in front of Song Huai'an, pinched Huai'an's neck, and picked up Song Huaixin like a chicken.

Yes, romance novels, the male protagonist's gentleness is only for the female protagonist, and everyone else is just a small cat and dog to the protagonist......

Song Huai'an couldn't break free with all her strength, and the increasingly difficult breathing made her feel the fear of death spreading from the bottom of her heart, and she suddenly realized that she was really living in this world she had created, and if she died now, she might really die.

She turned her eyes for help to Song Huaixin in the back.

“…… Sister, uh...... Sister ......"

Song Huai'an stretched out her hand in the direction of Song Huaixin, she vaguely saw Song Huaixin's gaze, calm, and so complicated, she looked at Song Huai'an's outstretched hand but did not open her mouth or move.

Suddenly a wave of despair entangled Song Huai'an, her hand was still stretched out in the direction of the heroine, she was already desperate, but if she didn't stretch out to Song Huaixin, she would feel even more desperate.

The struggle became smaller and smaller, and her consciousness became more and more scattered, and the moment Kou Yanzhong let go of her hand and put her still on the ground, An Huai'an was like a fish that had fallen on the shore and was panting violently, she touched her already dark neck, and looked at Song Huaixin a few steps away.