For some reason, this stubbornness made the feeling of déjà vu come to my heart again.

A tender and proud silhouette keeps flickering in my mind and lingers.

"Have we met?" I asked in a low voice, every word suffocating me.

"It's not about you!" She still stared at me coldly, "I can't kill this dog emperor today, let me fall into your hands, don't let me get out alive, otherwise, I won't even let you, a traitor to the Murong family, go!" ”

- Otherwise, I won't even let you, a traitor to the Murong family, go!

She called me Qing'er and kept saying that I was a traitor to the Murong family.

She must be my old acquaintance, if not, she is also the old friend of the Murong family!

Don't......

Could it be her?

Thinking of this, I would like to ask a few more questions. But at this time, Qing Cang had already been helped over by the palace people, "Come on, take these assassins to the secret prison and serve them well!" ”

After that, he said darkly, "I, let them live well." ”

"Yes...... Emperor! ”

Every word and sentence of Qing Cang is powerless. It was so weak that I had to stop there.

"Master!" Xiao Yunzi stepped forward to support me, afraid that I would not be able to support it due to the backlash.

"Aqing" Qingcang came to me with his body propped up, and he gently picked up my bloody hand, "Does it hurt?" ”

Does it hurt? Just two words, and I burst into tears.

"It doesn't hurt," I shook my head slightly, "I'm just afraid, it's too late to take off that dagger." ”

As the lord of the world, Qing Cang may be assassinated at any time. But who would have thought that this time the assassin would be so thoughtful. As early as when he was performing fire-breathing juggling, he had quietly let the men present be hit by something similar to cartilage.

For the first time, I was glad that in the years when I was in Kunning Palace, I practiced some martial arts with Murong Yichen. Although, Murong Yichen is now the person I hate and the last person I want to see.

He hurt me, but he also did me kindness.

If not, with my three-legged cat's kung fu, how can I protect Qingcang.

Seeing me like this, Qing Cang's eyes were full of distress, "Come on, pass on the imperial doctor!" ”

With that, he took me into his arms. He was already weak, but because of my sudden weight, it became more and more difficult to support. But even so, he still hugged me tightly, unwilling to let go, "Every time there is a crisis, I always do my best to protect you." But...... Every time, but you saved me. ”

I knew that Qing Cang had always been proud, so I couldn't help but comfort, "It doesn't matter if you save me or if I save you, the important thing is that we are all alive ......"

Qing Cang paused, carefully stroking/touching/stroking my injured hand, "But, I can't bear to let you suffer." ”

I can't bear to let you suffer, it's true.

But Aqing, do you know? As a man, I ask you to help me save the day every time, I'm afraid it's the most ridiculous thing in the world, right?

Originally......

I should be glad that you have saved me again and again.

I'm glad that I've been lonely for many years, but you have to sacrifice your life to save me.

But for some reason......

Now......

I was glad and at the same time suffered.

It has nothing to do with a man's dignity and pride......

It's just that I can't tell if you saved me for another purpose, or because of our feelings.