Space hoarding: Miracle doctor’s fat wife is not easy to mess with

"Come out, my prince has seen you, you can't hide anymore!"

Hearing Song Qiyun's familiar voice, Qi Yue couldn't help but shrink her pupils.

He actually came after him!

What a courage!

Not even afraid of her mysterious weapon!

As soon as my heart moved, there were two small melons in my palms. I was about to throw them out when I heard Song Qingshan's voice.

"Miss Qi, Miss Qi, are you okay?"

Qi Yue frowned, why is he here too?

After all, the small cantaloupe in my hand was not thrown away.

Song Qingshan had no grievances against her. In order to kill Song Qiyun, he blew up an innocent person. Is it too cruel?

While she was thinking, another hail of arrows came quickly, and all of them were stuck in the tree beside her.

"Song Qiyun, stop quickly, you will hurt Miss Qi!"

"I want her to die!"

"I don't allow it. His Majesty ordered me to supervise the army. Why should I have the final say over Miss Qi!"

"Dream! She has ruined everything for me, and I will destroy her too!!"

"......"

Listening to Song Qingshan defending her every word, Qi Yue felt a little dazed.

In this situation, Song Qingshan likes her?

What a simple person!

While she was in a daze, suddenly a familiar scent of clear spring entered her body and instantly held her in her arms.

The matter was completed almost in an instant. Qi Yue was stunned for a moment before she remembered to resist.

With a thought, a silver needle was already on his fingertips.

"Yue'er, it's me."

Qi Yue was shocked and froze immediately.

"Zhao Xiyan?"

"It's me." The man said, holding his hand around her waist a little tighter.

She heard Zhao Xiyan's throat rolling up and down, as if he was trying his best to endure and restrain something.

She was a little panicked and wanted to get out of his arms, but she was held tighter.

"Let me hold you for a while, it'll be fine in a while..."

She heard his trembling breaths flow from his lips and teeth, hitting her ears, feeling itchy.

She didn't dare move.

But half of her ears were burning badly. She tilted her head slightly and heard a familiar heartbeat.

"Boom...bang bang bang..."

She suddenly remembered that she had checked Zhao Xiyan's pulse several times at that time, and his heart was beating so hard.

There is a roaring sound, like the rolling tide, like the falling waterfall of Jiutian...

At that time, she was worried that he had a strange heart disease!

She understood instantly.

It turns out she was the one who had been kept in the dark all this time...

For a moment, she forgot everything.

She forgot about the white peony hairpin that had been stuck in her heart, and the woman named Ruyan.

She only felt that the world became extremely vast in an instant, and everything around her disappeared.

Song Qiyun, Song Qingshan...the trees around them, the grass on the ground, the chirping of insects, the low singing of night birds...the dark night, the sky...

Everything is gone...

Her whole body...all the pores were breathing the cold fragrance emanating from Zhao Xiyan, as if she was already on top of the clouds...

But the arrow rain around him seemed to be getting denser and denser.

"Cum for me! Cum hard!"

"My prince is offering a reward for anyone who shoots Miss Qi to death..."

Before Song Qiyun finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.

A group of sergeants were waiting to collect the bounty, and they were a little confused when they couldn't hear for a while.

In a blink of an eye, I saw, Oh my God!

Song Qiyun is dead!

An arrow came out of nowhere and stuck directly in Song Qiyun's throat!

Song Qiyun's eyes widened, and he remained in the look of screaming ferociously at the last moment, without even lowering his raised arms!

"Ghost!"

"Prince Qi Yun is dead!"

"Run!"

There was a panic shouting, and the three thousand sergeants immediately ran away holding their heads.

Oh my god, what kind of reward do you need?

The leader of the team died before the person he wanted to kill was seen!

After a while, the three thousand sergeants fled and hid, and only a dozen or so of them were left, hugging each other tremblingly and back to back, gathering around Song Qingshan.

"Your Majesty, let's leave quickly! If we don't leave, it will be too late!"

Song Qingshan stared, looking at Song Qiyun who was already dead, but still stood motionless, unable to recover for a long time.

Is this dead?

But he still didn't believe that Qi Yue would attack him.

Why did such a beautiful and weak girl kill someone?

Under the big tree in the distance, Zhao Xiyan finally let go of Qi Yue and was looking at Song Qingshan with frowning eyebrows.

At this moment, Song Qingshan had already lit the torch and was cleaning Song Qiyun's body.

"Why did you just kill him?"

"He deserves to die!"

Zhao Xiyan said coldly, pulled out an arrow from a nearby tree, and aimed it at Song Qingshan.

Seeing this, Qi Yue quickly pinched his arm.

"Leave him alive, he is different from Song Qiyun."

In the darkness, Zhao Xiyan suddenly turned his head, his star-like eyes staring into hers.

"Why is it different? He likes you."

Qi Yue choked on her throat and was speechless for a moment.

This, this, this, is this still the same Zhao Xiyan?

What he said was a little too direct...

"Ahem...he...he has some kind thoughts..."

"Okay, listen to Yue'er!"

Zhao Xiyan threw away the arrow in his hand and looked back at her.

"Wait for me here, okay?"

The soft and unreasonable voice and tone, like hot spring water at 30 degrees Celsius, have an erosive and penetrating power.

Qi Yue nodded unconsciously.

"can."

Zhao Xiyan smiled at her and turned around to walk towards Song Qingshan.

At that time, Song Qingshan had just pulled out the arrowhead from Song Qiyun's throat, and blood spurted out and sprayed all over his face.

As soon as he raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from his eyes, he saw a dozen sergeants around him staring at his back in horror.

He froze immediately.

He thought Qi Yue was coming to kill him with a knife, and his heart suddenly felt cold.

After waiting for a long time, there was no stabbing through the heart as expected, only the sound of unhurried, neither light nor heavy footsteps approaching slowly.

He quickly wiped the blood on his face and turned his head anxiously, but still lowered his head and did not dare to look at the face that made him think about it.

"Miss Qi, I knew you were leaving, and I didn't want to stop you."

He took out a piece of paperwork from his arms and handed it forward.

"I came after you just to give you this guide. With it, it will be very convenient to enter and exit the city gate, and no one will stop you..."

A big hand that was clearly that of a man stretched out and grasped the road guide. Song Qingshan raised his head in surprise and faced a clear and beautiful face.

"you you..."

"I am Zhao Xiyan."

"Zhao, Zhao Xiyan..." Song Qingshan was almost speechless.

This was the first time he met this talented God of War who was similar to him in age.

Handsome yet heroic, with a hint of indifference and humility in his unruly eyes, dignified but not a trace of arrogance...

Oh, there is such a man in the world...

He tried his best to search for any words that could match Zhao Xiyan in his mind, but found that he couldn't...

His brain was roaring, and there was only a white halo in front of his eyes.

He seemed to have lost his voice, and seemed to have been blinded by the dazzling man in front of him...

But one thought was clear.

Only he is worthy of Qi Yue...

"Go back and tell Song Shulie that the mausoleum is ready for completion."

Zhao Xiyan's voice was as beautiful as music, but Song Qingshan felt a bone-chilling chill.

Song Shulie is the name of Emperor Donggao.

Song Shulie, who had been in power for twenty years, had been building the tomb for eighteen years.

Ready to finish... meaning he wants to...

"you you..."

Song Qingshan twitched the corners of his lips feebly, but found that he couldn't say anything at all...

When he looked up again, he found that the man had left at some point.

The tall figure wrapped in black clothes gradually faded away, and soon merged with the night...