Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss

In mid-May, the pomegranate flowers outside the moat were red like blood. Three hundred thousand iron horses crushed the singing and dancing on the surface of Liyue, and attacked the imperial city like a broken bamboo.

How could the imperial guards who were pampered in the imperial city be able to beat the blood-drinking blade of the border, but in just a few days they fled in all directions, the city gate was broken, the surrendered army knelt down to welcome the king’s division, and the people stayed behind closed doors. The depressed streets with long winds were so lonely, a sandalwood carriage ran over the broken flesh and smoke of gunpowder, and drove slowly towards the palace surrounded by iron armor.

In a huge imperial city, no one dared to stop these two carriages for half a step.

Everyone knew in their hearts that the true master of this imperial city had returned.

After a year of ups and downs, Xu Zhaosu, the daughter of Yue's daughter, made a comeback.

The carriage drove all the way into the palace wall, the tragic fight has ended, the blood soaked every inch of the steps, the blood stains dried and solidified, the scholars stood on both sides of the palace road, and the carriage stopped in front of the hall.

The drug boy driving the car lifted the curtain and bent over and made a respectful welcome. After a long time, a delicate and pale hand bone slowly protruded onto the drug boy's arm.

The armor was clanging, the soldier half kneeled, and the mountains and rivers were stained with blood at her feet.

"Long live your majesty—"

The tidy and majestic voice resounded across the sky, and it stunned the crows that ate the flesh and blood of the treetops.

The person walking out of the carriage is still wrapped in a heavy cloak even in May when the weather is getting warmer. Under the noble purple gold cloak is a black skirt. In contrast to her majestic and heavy color, her face is too pale, and she sees nothing. Scarlet, the person is even thinner and scary, almost like a dying person.

He was indeed a dying person, Xu Zhaosu held his heart hurt, and slowly got out of the carriage with the help of Yaotong.

The centrifugal orifice was only half an inch away, and another minute deviation was the end of life on the spot. When the arrow was taken out of her heart, there was no anesthetic. She forcibly bit her arm into a **** mess, and was almost alive.

But she finally crawled out of this purgatory.

The imperial city was full of horror, and the long wind was full of pungent blood. The female gentleman walked out of the carriage and looked around with her painful and trembling heart.

From the prisoner below the ranks to the comeback, her journey was too difficult.

"where is she?"

The female monarch's voice was chilly, although low and low, it also felt powerful in the silence of the crow and bird, and it contained the deep hatred of wanting to eat her flesh.

The general who was ordered to invade the imperial city bowed his head, and bowed his head under the terrifying oppression: "Shi Qingyi escaped into the Yuming Palace under the protection of guards and couldn't resist."

In fact, there was a chance to escape. Before that, a group of people had desperately tried to find a way out, but the strange thing was that the culprit had just fought and retreated, retreating to the Yuming Palace before desperately resisting and insisting on defending.

The entanglement between this woman and the female monarch is inexhaustible. The eldest princess has ordered a secret killing without leaving a living, but on the eve of their assassins, the seriously injured and dying female monarch actually came personally.

"Resist, can't come out?" The female gentleman tugged at the corners of her pale mouth, and repeated this sentence in a low voice, seemingly puzzled why she had to resist stubbornly, the next moment she covered her heart and coughed lowly, while coughing. Laugh slowly.

The smile was piercing, with sarcasm and madness, but the blood snaked down from the corner of his mouth.

"If she doesn't come out, won't you force her out?"

The soldiers froze for a moment, and the female monarch’s words were chilling, they could naturally rush in at all costs, but the female monarch was here in case that person jumped over the wall in a hurry—

After closing his eyes slightly, the young king opened his eyes again, his eyes full of madness and coldness: "For the gu, burn with fire—"

—

There is already a mess in the Yuming Hall, the blood has infested the bluestone, and the skirts of the national teacher who have always been in white clothes are also stained with blood. The last guard knelt and said dumbly: "My lord, Master Jing'e has gone from the secret Dao has escaped, so you can go, leaving the green hills—"

He didn't finish his words, he kept his eyes closed and opened his eyes slowly. Those clear eyes had no impurities and no panic. He just shook his head: "As soon as the master left, the secret path was exposed and it was useless. —Is there a fire outside?"

The Yuming Palace was built on a high place, and dark smoke rose from below, like a terrifying cloud.

The guard said bitterly: "The fire in the apse has risen. Your lord is walking from the front hall. I will protect you when I die!"

The fire was soaring into the sky, and there was no retreat. The Chinese teacher watched the fire approaching from a distance, but gave a bitter smile for a long time, and whispered: "It turns out that she hates me so far..."

"I've run away all my life and I'm tired. I don't want to run away anymore. You guys, find your own way."

The guard raised his head in shock, but saw a smoky fire shining on the woman's face, flickering and dimming, and behind her were sparks that were extinguished, and the sea of ​​fire was winding across the sky behind her.

She seemed to be unaware, heading towards the depths of the bright flame.

"grown ups-"

The guard wanted to move forward in amazement, but a beam fell suddenly, blocking his way, and lifted up a wall of fire, and also lifted up the corner of the skirt stained with dust.

They could only watch her step by step towards the depths of the sea of ​​fire, and never looked back.

—

Later, Xu Zhaosu kept dreaming until this night when the fire was burning, and the long night was reflected in the light of the day. She thought that a serpent-hearted person like Shi Qingyi would be most afraid of his life and fear of death. Only the ruined walls were burnt, and she never came out.

Sometimes one step is wrong, which is probably the case with the wrong step.

She had been waiting for Shi Qingyue to come out, and waiting for her to bow her head. She had never thought that Shi Qingyue would rather die than bow to her.

When she reacted, the Yuming Palace had already become a sea of ​​fire. The fire was so big that it seemed that as long as it got a little closer, it would be completely swallowed.

—It's too late for everything.

The ruthless mask on her face shattered every inch, and she began to tremble uncontrollably, dragging her half-cuffed legs to try to get close to the burning palace, and she was held tightly by people.

"Shi Qing Yi—"

The voice was stern and sharp, enough to break the silence of the long night, with burning despair and madness in his eyes. If it hadn't been held down by someone with superior martial arts, he would have rushed into the fire without hesitation.

"Your Majesty, you can't go! It's too late—"

Her half-mutilated legs couldn’t make much effort. She wanted to struggle forward, but just a few steps, she staggered to the ground, her head was bled, and the blue bricks on the ground pierced her forehead and hands, so black. Long hair curled up because of being too close to the fire, covered in black, gray and blood, she looked at the fire in front of her, no one, no one came out—

"You just don't want to see me? Would you rather die than stay by my side?!"

No one answered her, only billowing smoke rushed into the sky.

I heard a cold voice behind me in a daze: "What are you doing in a daze? Take your majesty back—"

Then there was a long faint, and she repeatedly dreamed and had a high fever.

I dreamed that the girl in white clothes was taken down from the snowy mountain by her, holding her hand. Although she was forced and her expression was extremely cold, she was still willing to reach out to support her when she was about to fall, pretending to be unintentional and tilted her head. Why didn't she dare to look at her, she woke up suddenly, only to find that she was already on the soft couch of Mingze Palace.

It's not a snow-capped mountain, and there is no girl who dared not look at her around, only the twilight sunset fell into the window mullions, and there was transparent dust floating in the air.

The two palaces are too close, and there is still smoke and dust floating in the wind, reminding her that everything is not a dream. Sitting on the couch is the eldest princess, her aunt, watching her quietly.

"Where is she?"

It took a long time for the female gentleman to ask this sentence from her throat, her voice hoarse, not knowing what an impossible ending she was looking forward to.

The eldest princess was silent for a moment, waved her hand, and Yaotong stepped forward respectfully, holding a small porcelain altar in her hand, knelt on the ground with a thump, and said in a trembled voice: "Guo Shi, here... "

She stared at the small porcelain altar for a long time, and slowly shook her head: "No, no, you lied—"

How could Shi Qingyue die like this? They have been entangled for decades, and she hasn't paid back what she owes herself. How could she just die like this?

Why did she leave herself alone and be so relieved?

Her voice was sharp and determined, but the warm liquid slowly dripped from the dry corners of her eyes. Yaotong did not dare to look up, but raised the porcelain altar above her head and said in a dumb voice: "The Jade Palace has been burned to ruins, the national teacher... "

Yaotong seemed unbearable, and lowered his head: "The national teacher did not come out..."

Your Majesty actually left a ray of life for the national teacher, as long as she came out of the front hall, she would have a way of life, but who would have thought that the national teacher chose the dead end.

She is herself and doesn't want to live anymore.

The princess sighed. If the person is still alive, she will still have a headache. This niece is bewitched. Now that the person is gone, it saves a lot of trouble, so she waved her hand to let the medicine boy put the porcelain altar down and backed out.

These grievances and grievances can no longer interfere with her, but hope that Zhaosu can come out soon.

It's not easy to say that this kind of pain is relieved just by personally pushing the loved one to death.

In the empty hall, the female prince hugged the cold porcelain altar, and the warm tears from the lower jaw that had been slipping from the corner of her eyes fell on the altar again, her voice hoarse as if she was laughing at herself: "Do you hate me so much? Would you rather die than to lower your head to lie to me?"

"You lied to me and said like, how difficult can it be? You have lied to me for so long, why can't you continue? As long as you lied, I will believe it..."

The tears drenched the skirt, mixed with blood stains little by little, dyed the dress into a large scarlet, blood snaking from the corner of her mouth, old wounds cracked or her heart was as gray as she didn’t know, she just felt empty in her heart. Nothing can fit anymore.

The blood was winding and flowing, and the hall was empty. She had been in poor health and suddenly died of her heart. She fainted again, and when she was about to fall to the ground, she suddenly stretched out a hand to stabilize the person. Steadily took it into his arms.

Shi Qingyue sighed, smashed the ashes jar from her hand when she fainted and refused to let go, and asked the system: "The target has something wrong, don't you save people?"

The system pretended to be dead: "Just now your pain shielding has consumed too much energy for me. It can't be saved. You can only save it according to the laws of this world."

"?"

"You have Zhongnanshan's elixir in your body."

"What do you want?" The voice fell, and the system heard a click as soon as it wanted to refute, and the host had closed the system permissions.

"..."

The corners of the pale lips were tightly closed and stained with wisps of blood, and the pills could not be fed when they reached the corners of the lips. It was probably because the heart was so desperate that I didn't want to live anymore.

Shi Qingyi was silent for a moment, a dim light flashed under his eyes, and finally he sighed and lowered his head.

With his lips and tongue pressed, he gently licked the wound in the corner of her mouth that was bitten out by herself, poured warm water into her mouth, and then crossed the pill hidden under the tongue.

The bitter taste filled the lips and tongue. Maybe it was too bitter. The thick eyelashes of the person who had passed out were trembling slightly, as if he was about to wake up. Shi Qingyue covered her hand in time and covered her before she opened her eyes. Eyes.

The warm liquid quickly filled her fingers. She was stunned. She swallowed the bitter pill very obediently. Her hand fumbled and hugged her back. The movement was very light, as if she was afraid that a little bit of force would disturb her. Coming soul.

"Qingyi, is that you?" It took a long time before he dared to speak in a trembling voice.

Shi Qingyi was silent.

Xu Zhaosu hugged her with one hand, groping with a trembling hand, from the back all the way to the back of the ear, then the thin jaw, the corners of the lips and the nose, and finally the eyebrows, seeming to confirm something over and over again.

"Qingyi, don't go, let me see you, OK?"

She was cautious, trying to get rid of the hand covering her eyes, but afraid of her being angry, she didn't dare to get rid of it completely.

"It's not good-looking," Shi Qingyi didn't let go, his voice slowly, with a little hoarse sigh, rubbing the corners of her wet eyes, wiping away tears little by little: "Don't look."

People who burned to death must be unsightly. It is said that some of the distorted bodies only have charred bones, which is both terrifying and painful.

This sentence called Xu Zhaosu broke the defense, and the tears couldn't be wiped away, and they continued to slip from the corners of his eyes, all immersed in Shi Qingyue's palm.

It took a long time to hear a helpless sigh, the man leaned down and removed his hand, with the warm corner of his lips close to the corner of her eye, and kissed away the salty tears bit by bit, the cold fragrance of winter plum invaded her nose.

Xu Zhaosu tried his best to open his eyes and look at her, but patted her on the back with one hand. An irresistible feeling of sleepiness struck him, and his body fell into a deep sleep that could not be stopped. Finally, he heard someone softly in his ears. Murmured: "Don't cry all the time, it's not good for your eyes..."

When Xu Zhaosu woke up again, the sky was already bright. Yaotong and the imperial doctor Hou were on one side, talking about how dangerous the last night was. If it weren’t for the lady who took a Zhongnanshan elixir and smashed a teacup to call in, she didn’t know what to get out. thing.

The female prince scanned the surroundings, and after a while she slowly retracted her gaze in disappointment, but she stretched out a hand to touch the small ashes jar beside the couch and murmured softly: "I have never carried any elixir on my body."

The imperial doctor and the medicine boy did not dare to scream, thinking that the female monarch is now like this, whoever dares to say nothing is looking for death, even if they clearly found the jade bottle of pills on the female monarch.

Xu Zhaosu didn't expect them to answer anything, so he asked for a long while: "What day was yesterday?"

Yaotong and the imperial doctor looked at each other, and finally bit the bullet and said: "Your Majesty, yesterday was the first seven of the National Teacher..."

Your Majesty has been ill intermittently since that night, and he can't even remember the days.

It turned out to be like this, her eyelashes were drooping, she did not know whether she was crying or laughing when she hugged the porcelain altar tightly: "It turns out that you are here to see me for the last time..."

No one dared to speak, the hall was silent, only the sunlight fell gently on the white marble bricks. No one noticed that there was a light and shadow that was wrong. There seemed to be a person standing quietly in a corner of the hall.

Shi Qing's barley was gone, but Xu Zhaosu was still alive. She began to search for Shi Qing's barley, perhaps because of unclear hatred, perhaps because of some other unspeakable reasons.

Six months after Shi Qingyue's death, the guard who had followed her to the end was arrested, chained all over and taken into Mingze Hall.

The former magnificent palace was so gloomy and terrible, choking smoke was burning everywhere, and the black silk and satin enclosed the whole palace impermeable to the wind, sunlight could not get in, countless Taoist monks knelt outside, but the inside was empty, with nothing but darkness. The bright light illuminates a little place.

The female monarch in the deepest part of the palace was covered in ink, and she was hidden in the darkness, except for a pale and terrifying face. She raised her head from the smoke and looked at him solemnly.

"Did she say anything before she went?"

The guards gritted their teeth and said nothing.

The female monarch coughed languidly and turned the pages of the book in her hand: "You met a **** the banks of the Weishui River these days when you were escaping. She rescued you by the stream. Her heart is as kind as a Bodhisattva, and you too. You don't want her to have an accident, right?"

The guard was silent for a moment, and finally lowered his head with difficulty: "The national teacher said, as your majesty wishes."

Whatever you want, you just do what you want.

Not knowing what joints she had figured out, the female gentleman had a sudden pause, and the book in her hand fell to the ground.

She thought she wanted her to die for the arson, but she clearly wanted to force her out, how could this be, how could this be—

Destiny seemed to have made a huge joke with her. She wanted to laugh, but choked unintentionally. She could only cough hard. She couldn't lift her head even after coughing. She could only bend down and gasp hard.

The guard squatted his head with tears on his face: "It has nothing to do with her, it has nothing to do with her, your majesty begs you to let her go, please..."

As if he felt that there was not enough bargaining chips, he suddenly raised his head and roared: "The secret of the national teacher is in the secret area of ​​the Mingze Hall study. I saw it with my own eyes... Please let her go—"

The female gentleman made him take him down, and she staggered towards the study alone, hurriedly waiting for the real approach but stopped suddenly, and it took a long time before she dared to open the door and walk in alone.

It was hidden tightly, but it was just a square box, and couldn't hold much. She tremblingly opened it, and the mechanism clicked. She even thought that if there was a murderous intent, she wouldn't have to suffer this torment if she died.

Inside it was just a withered plum blossom branch and a neatly written rice paper.

A line of poem is written on the paper in clear and elegant handwriting.

-Lovesickness is as deep as the sea, and the old things are as far away as the sky.

Suddenly, the female monarch with the power of the world can no longer stand firmly, holding the bookshelf and falling to the ground inch by inch. The arrow wound in her heart has not been fully recovered for six months. At this moment, she is in pain again, almost torn, and her limbs are all dead. There was a chill.

The dead branches were given to her by herself back then. Lovesickness is as deep as the sea, and old things are as far away as the sky. It is Le Wan's poem describing a long and bitter unrequited love. It turns out that she was not the only one who moved her heart and sentiment during that long time.

This cognition almost overthrew everything in front of her, but why did she love herself but never admit it, never accept it, and push the two of them to a dead end again and again?

There were too many questions in her heart, but as the person left, everything became an insoluble mystery, as if fate was mocking her wantonly with malice.

—

"Hate value is 50%, which is reduced by half." The system sighed, "Sure enough, you can't make her give up her hatred completely by being voluntarily killed. There is also a hatred value of 50%. I am optimistic about the host. you."

"By the way, the hostess was arrested by Xu Zhaosu, you have to rush over to help."

"I remember there doesn't seem to be this section in the plot, why was she caught?" Shi Qingyue frowned.

"Well, it didn't exist originally," the system mobilized the plot, with a faint voice, "It's not because you look like you, Xu Zhaosu is now a mad dog, who catches and bites whom."

Shi Qing's mouth twitched, and he walked on a long street in a remote county. The county magistrate just posted a notice, and many people probed and talked about it.

"Is there anyone who is literate come over and read it? What is written on it?"

"It's useless if you read it, it's definitely none of your business..."

"How do you know if you don't? Try it, read it—"

The official frowned impatiently, as he was about to speak and suddenly stretched out a hand to expose the notice.

The officer looked at the woman in burlap and linen with a simple mask in front of him in amazement, and shouted: "What are you doing? Do you know what this is written? I dare to expose it indiscriminately?"

The woman chuckled and said: "Well, I know, the princess is seeking medical treatment for your majesty."

The officials were slightly taken aback. Although the girl looked unsurprising, her voice was clear and sweet, which made her heart move.