Seeing the silver hairpin stabbing at him with a cold light, Li Qingmu screamed, narrowed his eyes and pinned his head to the side.

Seeing that the sharp hairpin tip was about to pierce Li Qingmu's eyebrows, King Jin turned his hand and nailed the hairpin to the embroidered pillow, making a 'poof' sound.

Li Qingmu closed his eyes tightly, gasping for breath, his chest rose and fell because of this, and his weak body kept trembling.

After a long time, after the rapid breath stabilized, Li Qingmu cautiously opened his eyes.

What caught his eye was the angry face of King Jin.

King Jin let go of the hairpin, pointed his right index finger at Li Qingmu's nose with a layer of fine sweat, gritted his teeth and warned, "This time, this king has written it down." ”

The extremely cold voice entered his ears, and Li Qingmu couldn't help but shudder.

With his eyes closed, Li Qingmu reached out and pulled the brocade quilt inside the bed, burying his frightened face without a trace of blood inside.

She was scared.

Half a year ago, the assassination of King Jin failed, and King Jin was so fierce and vicious, he took the phoenix hairpin and picked a bony wound on her forehead.

"Maggie!" Wen Qing's voice came from outside the room, "Takehime has arrived, and I'm waiting for you in the main hall." ”

Li Qingmu hugged the brocade quilt tightly and said in a muffled voice, "I'm uncomfortable with her." ”

King Jin looked at Li Qingmu, whose body was trembling slightly, and thought that Li Qingmu was crying again. He pulled Li Qingmu up with a dark face and shouted, "Don't cry!" ”

Li Qingmu didn't cry, she was just afraid. She looked at King Jin in horror, and struggled to shrink back into the bed. It's a pity that she is already in the innermost part of the bed, and there is no place to hide.

Looking at Li Qingmu's eyes full of fear, King Jin only felt that the anger in his heart was even stronger.

Wen Qing's voice sounded again, and said, "Mei Ji, Zhu Ji said that she came to see you...... on purpose."

Li Qingmu didn't dare to look directly at King Jin, don't look in the direction of the door.

In an instant, Li Qingmu understood what Wen Qing meant. She hurriedly said in a loud voice, "You asked Zhu Ji to wait for ......"

Breaking his wrist out of King Jin's hand, Li Qingmu bypassed King Jin and climbed off the bed, didn't care about tidying up his makeup, pushed the door and ran out as fast as he could.

Wen Qing stood outside the door, looking anxious. She heard Li Qingmu's scream, so she rushed up to check it out like this, and insisted again and again outside the door.

Seeing Li Qingmu running out in a panic, he asked Qing and hugged Li Qingmu into his arms. Looking at Li Qingmu's red and swollen eyes and messy clothes, a trace of pain flashed in Wen Qing's eyes.

Helping Li Qingmu tidy up her clothes, Wen Qing lowered her eyes and said softly, "Mei Ji, the slave will help you pull your hair again." ”

Li Qingmu nodded, and Ren Wenqing took her hand and entered the small room next to the bedroom, where the maid usually goes to work at night.

In the small room, Wen Qing carefully helped Li Qingmu pull up the messy bun again, and twisted a cold wet cloth to compress Li Qingmu's red and swollen eyes.

Feeling the slightest coolness in his eyes, Li Qingmu calmed down the fear in his heart, and his body no longer trembled.

Taking the wet handkerchief off his eyes, Li Qingmu asked, "You came to call me on purpose, Zhu Ji didn't come at all, did you?" ”

"The slave maid came to call you on purpose, but," asked Qing after a slight pause, and replied, "When the slave maid went upstairs, Takehime had just gotten off the stone bridge and walked here......

Li Qingmu was slightly surprised, she was silent for a while and then asked, "Only Zhu Ji?" Didn't you say that Momohime and Takehime came together when they came in to tell you, why did such a long time pass, and only Takehime came? ”

"The slave doesn't know." Wen Qing twisted a wet handkerchief again, and carefully applied a swollen wrist to Li Qingmu, "Mei Ji, does it still hurt?" ”

When the word pain was spoken, Wen Qing's voice was already triviol.

"What are you crying about?"