Rebirth of the Prime Minister's Wife

Tie a girl from a boudoir in Beijing to look like a tortoise shell...

Just thinking about it, Qin Zhaozhao showed no interest in the man's bad taste.

But out of respect for her personal taste, she stepped aside and said, "Young Master, please allow me."

After saying that, she planned to leave without looking back.

"Eh."

The man tiptoed a little, and his whole body flashed in front of her like a ghost. His lazy tone was really unpleasant.

"Why are you running? Did you let me do it all?"

Qin Zhaozhao looked at him suspiciously, "Why does your own hobby involve me?"

She didn't know what she thought of, and she suddenly took two steps back.

"I don't have that kind of interest."

The man chirped slightly and stood with his chest folded, blocking her in front of her like an immovable mountain.

The pupils under the silver mask showed a bit of sarcasm.

"Is this girl a page-turner?"

"Don't make it sound like it wasn't you who threatened people just now."

Qin Zhaozhao was baffled by his emotions, "What do you want?"

The man lifted his chin to one side.

"The time is right, bring a thick rope to make it stronger."

"I'm responsible for taking care of people."

"Meet us at the door."

After that, he disappeared without a trace, leaving behind Qin Zhaozhao, who was messy in the wind.

In her entire life, she had never encountered anything so speechless!

Qin Zhaozhao is incredible.

"wack."

She had no intention of keeping the appointment.

It wasn't like the hot weather had damaged his brain. Qin Zhaozhao wrung his hair and put on his pajamas to get ready for bed.

The candle went out, and she lifted the quilt and prepared to go to bed.

But after closing my eyes for a while, I felt something was wrong.

The faint fragrance of falling moon flowers came from the tip of his nose. Qin Zhaozhao opened his eyes fiercely, took out the dagger hidden under the pillow with his backhand, and faced the person who came.

A long black shadow stood at the head of the bed, and the faint moonlight could only illuminate the outline of the person.

From the perspective of Qin Zhaozhao lying down, he looked like a two-foot-three-life-threatening ghost hanging from the beams.

Soon, she realized it was a person.

The one who assassinated her?Or a flower picker?

Qin Zhaozhao clenched the dagger and said coldly, "Who sent you here?"

The visitor didn't move or make a sound, he just looked down at her.

Not answering?

Qin Zhaozhao stopped talking nonsense and stabbed his life gate with a dagger.

The man finally made a move. He evaded lightly and tried to restrain her with his backhand. Unexpectedly, Qin Zhaozhao's waist bent softly, and his legs strangled the person's neck with all his strength.

Those two years on the mountain were not in vain.

"Ah."

An extremely brisk smile escaped from her throat. The visitor seemed extremely surprised at her skill, and he followed her strength and fell to the ground.

Qin Zhaozhao was thrown off balance by his large movements, and the world started spinning, and he actually sat on the visitor's chest and abdomen.

The fingers were pressing impartially on his heart that was speeding up due to pleasure.

That familiar yet annoying, rather pleasant voice sounded from beneath me.

"Are you always so enthusiastic and unrestrained when chasing men? Qin Zhaozhao."

I heard such a familiar voice a few hours ago.

Qin Zhaozhao grabbed his clothes instead, rubbing the delicate fabric between his fingertips, giving him a cool feeling.

Cool?

Only then did Qin Zhaozhao realize that this person seemed to have been outside for a long time.

She slowly adapted to her vision in the dark, and could clearly see the dissatisfied eyes on the man's handsome face.

"I waited at the gate of Bailu until my clothes dripped with night dew, but Miss Qin slept soundly."

Qin Zhaozhao found it funny, his eyes were clear, and the cold dagger in his hand was placed on his neck.

"I don't remember what I promised you."

I thought he would be angry, but unexpectedly he just tilted his head and thought for a while.

"It seems so."

Qin Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief and found that he was actually sitting on a man without moving. He was shocked and quickly stood up.

He stood up slowly and dusted his clothes.

Qin Zhaozhao looked at the open window and said, "Since you understand, please leave."

"I will treat what happened tonight as if it never happened."

There was no emotion in her tone, and she regarded this night that would make an ordinary woman panic as a simple accident.

If it weren't for the sharp dagger that was always pointed at him.

The man looked at her intently.

"Ordinary people are not as guarded against thieves as you are."

He passed by Qin Zhaozhao and stood in front of the bed and glanced at him.

"Poison powder sewn to the top of the curtain?"

After saying that, he lowered his hands under the quilt, which was still warm, and then tapped his fingers lightly beside the bed beam.

"There is also a mechanism installed under this bed."

He turned sideways and faced Qin Zhaozhao's calm face.

"I'm curious as to what shocking secrets you, a yellow-haired girl, hold."

"Why are you so worried that you install such vicious and clever things that are designed to be cruel to people?"

"..."

Qin Zhaozhao thought about the risk of exposure of these things.

But I didn't expect it to be exposed so carelessly.

She looked suspiciously at the line of sight he had scanned just now, and it was clear that she couldn't see anything.

Is this guy Hawkeye?

Qin Zhaozhao sighed secretly and braced himself to deal with this man whose behavior and thoughts were weird.

The corners of his mouth curved up in a familiar manner, revealing a just right smile.

Forcibly changed the topic.

"Didn't you say you were going to kidnap someone?"

"Let's go."

……

Liu Ying was half asleep and half awake, feeling like she was falling into the extreme zone of two heavens: ice and fire.

She fell into a jungle full of thorns from the bizarre land, and her gorgeous and noble dress was torn to pieces by the thorns.

The thorns cut through her carefully maintained skin, and hideous scars snaked up her face. She screamed in pain and woke up from the nightmare.

Waking up from the fright, Liu Ying had not recovered yet. She blinked her hazy eyes and realized something was wrong.

Why...can't she move?

"Where's my hand?"

Liu Ying opened her eyes wide and found herself hanging in front of the gate of White Deer Academy, letting out her first scream in the morning.

The first moment Qin Zhaozhao stepped into the academy, he was stopped in front of the door by Lan Yu.

Her attitude was even more straightforward than before, and there was undisguised gloating in her eyes.

"Student Qin, the dean invites you."

Qin Zhaozhao only glanced at her and walked smoothly. As soon as he stepped into the house, he saw Liu Ying who was crying until her eyelids were red and swollen.

When she saw Qin Zhaozhao, she looked so resentful that she wanted to bite her to death.

"Qin Zhaozhao, you still have the nerve to come here!"

Unexpectedly, Qin Zhaozhao ignored her and made a blood salute to the others in the room, with doubts on his eyebrows.

Sitting in the front seat, Yard stroked his beard and glanced at her.

"Senior Qin, have you heard about what happened to Mr. Liu at the courtyard gate this morning?"