Jing Che was slightly stunned, thinking back to the three or two sentences he had only said today, and suddenly realized whether he had spoken a little harshly.

He cautiously approached Fu Xin and coughed lightly: "I brought some small biscuits, which the princess gave me last time." ”

Fu Xin didn't want him to hear his choking, and his voice came out of the crook of his arm: "I'm not a princess anymore." ”

Jing Che ignored what she said, and took out a cookie from the sealed bag: "Eat?" ”

Fu Xin: "Did you say they escaped?" ”

Jing Che: "If you don't eat it, I'll eat it." ”

Fu Xin: "Who did you say was the rebel?" I can't think of it, I really can't think of it......"

Jing Che: "Shall I just stuff the biscuits in your mouth?" Don't spit it out, or we'll be wasted. ”

Fu Xin: "Is it the prime minister who is imprisoned in prison?" Still is... General Zhao? ”

Jing Che: "Princess, I beg you to eat." ”

The two seem to deliberately divert each other's topics, with their own stubbornness.

Finally, Jing Che clasped Fu Xin's wrist, forcibly dismantled the small space where her overlapping arms encircled herself, buckled the back of her head, and forced her to look at herself.

It's a pity that the delicate princess who shouted at him before seemed to be gone, and all she faced him was empty eyes.

He sighed silently, broke the biscuit in half, and sent half to Fu Xin's lips, seeing that she refused to move her lips, he said casually: "If you don't open your mouth yourself, I will pry it open for you myself." ”

"You disciple......

Although there is weakness, but it will be able to scold people.

Jing Che saw that she really opened her mouth to eat biscuits obediently under the threat of the disciple, and nodded with satisfaction.

However, that night, she never said anything else.

Jing Che brought the food to her, and she ate it obediently without saying a word, like a puppet.

"You—" Jing Che frowned, and finally didn't say anything.

After a few more days, the truth of the palace rebellion gradually reached their ears.

Although Jing Che wanted to keep all this news out of Fu Xin's ears, he couldn't.

The inn is densely packed with people, and they are all evacuated.

The truth and falsehood are so mixed in their discussions, and the voice is so loud that the whole world can't wait to hear it, and it is difficult for Fu Xin to hear it or not.

"Hey, I'm afraid it's going to change, General Zhao... Maybe I shouldn't call General Zhao now..."

"There is news in the palace that the rebels from all over the country have planned a coup d'état, His Majesty has died, and I heard that there is no crown prince left..."

This sentence immediately attracted everyone's attention, and they saw that the man made a motion to wipe his neck.

How... Possible...

Fu Xin's pupils shrank suddenly, and almost at that moment, he wanted to rush over and grab the man's collar to ask for clarification.

However, Jing Che suddenly reached out and crossed her waist, clasped her tightly, and didn't give her a chance to rush out: "Calm down." ”

Without waiting for Fu Xin to struggle, the man spoke again: "General Zhao said that there was someone else behind the coup d'état that day, but he deceived the ghost with his words, and now he is the one who holds the most power in the court, I am afraid that it will not be long before the surname Zhao will be in this world." ”

"Ah Wu, if you say this today, you have to be careful that you will be killed by General Zhao one day."

"Ah, I can't say it!"

The man hurried away.

Fu Xin saw that Jing Che's hand was still horizontal in front of her, and she didn't know whether anger or pain were entangled in her heart, so she bit Jing Che's arm under impulse, almost using all her strength to vent her emotions.

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Jing Che gasped. I want to talk with more like-minded people about "Fast Wear Strategy: Loyal Dog Male God Contract Order", pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~