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After Xiao Qian was comforted by Ophelia, her nervous mood stabilized, and her condition gradually improved, and by the day of Frederick's triumph, Xiao Qian was able to sit at the head of the bed and drink porridge. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ophelia is busy with banking affairs, and there are a lot of government orders to negotiate every day, and she can only take time to take a look at Xiaoqian when she returns home at dusk. Today too.

She quietly pushed the door and saw Xiao Qian looking out the window at the sunset. Xiao Qian's side face was very delicate, but her expression was lonely, forming a thin beauty, making people think that this person was destined to die young, her blonde hair fluttered on her pale shirt, and her lips were bloodless.

Xiao Qian snatched Ophelia's poisonous wine, drank it all, and just struggled back from the death line, which can be described as nine deaths.

"The doctor said you drank enough to poison a buffalo. It's great that you're able to take it easy. Ophelia sat gently at the head of the bed and peeled the citrus for the patient. Citrus helps detoxification and recovery, and doctors advise you to eat more.

In this family, Xiaoqian only loves her sister. She blurted out: "I poisoned you, and I am to blame for dying." Why did you save me?"

Ophelia concentrated on removing the white silk of citrus, her long cream hair was attached to her face, and she was gentle when she lowered her head: "It was my brother who carried you to bed, and it was my brother who called you a doctor." Why did you save you? You ask him to go. After she finished with a smile, she raised her head and sent a petal of orange to Xiao Qian's lips: "Ah, open your mouth." ”

The orange was cold, but Xiao Qian was in a mood, her body was hot, and her chest was itchy like the sun, so that she couldn't take her eyes off it, and while staring at Ophelia, she obediently opened her mouth to pick up the orange, and muttered in a low voice: "He...... He probably wanted to torture me, I know the nature of men - but I don't understand, why are you so nice to me? My identity is obvious...... I'm an exposed assassin. ”

"You even drank my cup of poisoned wine so as not to hurt me by mistake...... I don't care why you became an Assassin, there are probably countless reasons, but I care why you saved me, because the reasons are obvious. You just can't bear to let me die. Ophelia fed her oranges and tenderly half-hung her eyelashes: "My brother told me that even the rich cuckoo has a dark habit, and even the dark crow has a noble side. So what's so strange about you being an Assassin? Why are you inferior even if you're an Assassin? You're willing to die for innocent people, so you're more upright than a politician. You saved me, so I like you, it's very simple. ”

"Even crows have a noble side...... Xiao Qian's heart moved, she wanted to be a solid crow, better than a tired phoenix.

"Crows are very affectionate and will feed their parents. This is very rare in birds. Ophelia explained.

"When my legs and feet regain sensation, I will leave on my own initiative and will never hurt you again. Xiao Qian bowed her head in shame: "You are good people." I've imagined countless things that would happen after I was caught, and there was never such a thing as recovery. ”

Ophelia asked, "If my brother didn't care about who you are, would you stay?"

"How could it be. Xiao Qian suddenly hugged her shoulders with coldness, her heart was full of ice and fire, hot for a while, and shivering with anxiety for a while.

The next day, Frederick returned to the capital in triumph, and the citizens welcomed him. Flower petals stained the road under the horses' hooves, and screams sprinkled the girls' balconies. The news of the victory had long since spread throughout the capital, and the cheers to welcome the president resounded throughout the imperial city.

Even Xiao Qian could hear the faint cheers. She knew that the man was back—even if she imagined it, she was afraid to look Frederick in the eye, and she wanted to stumble out of bed and hold on to the wall to escape from the house. But her legs were numb, and she could only sit on the bed, and she could only wait for the coming interrogation—what would he do to me? I would not tell the information when I was killed, so would he look me in the eyes when he was tortured?

Xiao Qian felt poisoned, and the poison was more violent than cyanide wine, making her fluttering and living like a year. The tide of celebration in the distance ebbed and flowed, the sunset clouds outside the window were rolling in clouds, from noon to dusk, Xiao Qian was covered in the quilt and thought nonsense, she waited all day for the man to push open the door, feeling that time was as slow as a porridge that could not flow, and these 30,000 seconds were equal to a century.

Suddenly, there was a sonorous sound of riding boots in the corridor, and Xiao Qianxiang sat up in shock in a dying illness, with a cold sweat hanging on his back, and then he realized that the window was red, and it was a beautiful dusk.

"I'm tired, arrange for Li Zhongtang to rest for the night, and then accompany him to buy arms tomorrow." Frederick's voice passed through the thin door. Then there was a loud bang, the sound of heavy armed belts hanging on the coat racks.

"Yes. The adjutant stepped back, and the boots hurried downstairs, speeding away.

The door creaked open, and a line of candlelight leaked into the dark room, illuminating a line on Xiaoqian's quilt.

Xiao Qian hugged the quilt and pretended to be asleep, frowning nervously, not daring to move a pair of feet, lest he know that he was awake.

"Did she sleep?" said Frederick's voice, thoughtfully lowering the decibels.

"Hmm. Wake her up again at dinner. Ophelia gently pulled the door and walked away with her brother: "After the death of Braischroeder, the central bank was completely nationalized, and the market began to recover health......"

"With the introduction of the new policy, the economy will recover quickly, and you can rest assured...... It's a shame that Isaac was injured and ran away, so it's a shame that I didn't kill him...... We must seize the gap and quickly establish an anti-French alliance......"

The voices of the two were far away. Xiao Qian slowly let go of the hand holding the pillow tightly, and found that her hair was stuck to her face with fine sweat. When she heard the bad news about Breschrode and Isaac, she was only surprised in her mind, but her body didn't react as violently as she had just now.

She resented her own inferiority and weakness, and was so frightened by Frederick's voice that she sweated and blushed.

"What should I do? That's all over for both. After I get out, do I really want to go back to Paris......" Xiao Qian silently bit the corner of the quilt and curled up.

She had just relaxed when suddenly the door was pushed open, and Frederick walked in with dinner, and was so frightened that her calves bounced.

"You didn't sleep. Frederick placed the plate on the small table, and the creamy soup and mashed potatoes were fragrant.

Xiao Qian repeatedly told herself: "You must have the ethics of a spy, you can't say anything!" But her body actually enjoyed the voice of the male host, her body floated up like disobedient, and her lower abdomen rippled with weightless happiness, even if she lowered her head and bit her lip, she was expecting it in her heart: "Continue to talk to me, don't stop!"

When Frederick saw that she did not squeak, he stooped down and lit the candles one by one. The grape-like candle flame flickered intensively, illuminating Xiao Qian's shy appearance with her head bowed. He ordered Xiao Qian: "You sit up." ”

Xiao Qianzhen propped up her body softly, sat against the head of the bed, and glanced at his pants with her spare eyes.

Frederick placed the small table on the quilt and set the dinner on it: "Mushroom soup, mashed potatoes, whole wheat bread, skim milk - my grandmother, your recipe is basically the standard for a 90-year-old patient with stomach bleeding." ”

Xiao Qian looked up and glared at him when she heard "grandma". She saw Frederick sit down mockingly, with his feet on the bed without conscience, and skillfully pulling out the cigarettes from his coat.

"It's not going to end well if you talk like that. She was almost determined to keep her mouth shut.