When I Ditched the Protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

It is not unreasonable for the little emperor to guess like this. Combining with the previous situation, it is not the first time that she has discovered that she is special in King Zhenbei's place.

This mad king doesn't care about the world's eyes at all. Since she can say that in front of the Turkic people, it shows that she really doesn't care about doing so, so why not just let her be killed?

Xiao Miyun has always liked to cuddle her, but now that he is in trouble and is willing to risk his life to save her, Xiao Miyun would not believe it if he said that there is no special feeling in it.

Either have strange feelings for her, or... empathize with her.

Su Mingxiu naturally heard the little emperor's words clearly. In fact, she didn't need to answer, but for some reason, she suddenly replied cooperatively: "It's really similar."

Not like, exactly the same.

Xiao Miyun was stunned for a moment, and began to recall which brothers and sisters in the royal family looked similar to him.

But the answer came out very quickly, none of those imperial brothers died long ago... As for the women, the female heirs of the Xiao Zhou Dynasty can be counted on one finger.

It's a pity that she grew up in a courtyard in the deep palace, and she hadn't seen these relatives much, so she couldn't think about it, and asked directly: "Who is it?"

But Su Mingxiu didn't say any more. After asking her to sit up, she observed the terrifying palm prints on her back for a while, then put down her clothes and asked someone to pick them up.

A golden tray was gently placed in front of the bed by the maid. Inside was a bottle of shochu in porcelain, a sharp machete with a cold light, and countless pieces of steaming cloth.

Xiao Miyun: "?"

Ever since she became the emperor, she had never suffered such a serious injury. When she saw the knife, she felt pain all over her body.

"What do you want to do?" She involuntarily grabbed the quilt under her body and asked in a trembling voice.

"Cut open the wound and draw out the poison." Su Mingxiu replied calmly, but the little emperor almost pouted when he heard it.

Her throat was tight, so her voice was a little hoarse: "What would happen if it wasn't like this?"

"No way," Su Mingxiu responded casually, "On the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year and when it rains or snows, it's so cold that my bones ache..."

Xiao Miyun didn't even want to choose.

Seemingly seeing her entanglement, Su Mingxiu didn't give her more time to think, lest the little emperor regret it.So he decisively pressed on her acupuncture points to catch the fainted person-

Xiao Miyun woke up from the pain, the pain in her back made her tremble, but when she opened her eyes, she saw the familiar purple sleeves.

She was full of cursing words in her heart, but soon heard a cough, followed by a lazy tone, "Are you awake? Is your Majesty feeling uncomfortable?"

Xiao Miyun wondered what was wrong with her, didn't she know?

But when she heard her coughing, she fell silent for a moment, lay face down on the bed and said muffledly, "It's just that my back hurts."

"It should hurt," the person sitting next to him unhurriedly turned over a page, which was the book of words that the little emperor refused to continue reading. In fact, Su Mingxiu has read countless wonderful novels, and this story is really boring.But she had a cold attack, so she could only use this to divert her attention to pass the time.

She said: "In this way, His Majesty can learn a lesson and recognize people with open eyes in the future."

If it was in the past, Xiao Miyun would definitely hold a grudge when she heard her fall into trouble like this.But now that I have gone through this incident, I have grown a lot overnight, and I know that many things should not be seen on the surface.

She pretended she didn't hear, and only asked, "Why isn't Prime Minister Right sleeping?"

"Read the stories His Majesty likes."

"I don't like it! Hiss!"

"Well... don't get excited, if the wound collapses, don't bother the imperial doctor anymore, just endure it yourself."

The atmosphere between the two was rare and harmonious, probably because he realized that the little emperor no longer used those crappy acting skills, so Su Mingxiu also answered a few words seriously.

After the room was quiet for a while, Xiao Miyun noticed that the smell in the room had changed. What was burning was no longer the dizzy agarwood, but a long scent of traditional Chinese medicine.

It's not bitter, and has a little fragrance, which makes her feel relaxed and her back doesn't hurt so much.

But the little emperor still couldn't sleep, his eyes were so tired that he couldn't open his eyes, he tilted his head and leaned on the pillow, randomly looking for topics: "It seems that the right minister's birthday is coming soon..."

Su Mingxiu, who was flipping through the book, paused, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Which gossip woman told His Majesty?"

The original owner's family was ransacked on the day of the original owner's birthday. That day can be said to be a turning point in her life trajectory. Therefore, even if the power is lost to the government, it will never be her birthday.

The officials knew about her taboo, no one mentioned it, and the palace didn't know about it.But Xiao Miyun found out, Su Mingxiu was a little surprised.

However, Xiao Miyun obviously didn't understand the twists and turns, and subconsciously continued his habit to Su Mingxiu, "The right minister doesn't seem to like celebrating birthdays, why?"

"There are so many festivals in the world, some people like it, and some people don't like it. Do you want to ask them one by one?"

"Uh..." Xiao Miyun curled her lips, "I think birthday is a good day, and I want to give Ai Qing a gift, should you want it or not?"

"Since it was bestowed by His Majesty, it is naturally excellent, and I will be deeply impressed by it."

Ignoring her inhuman tone, Xiao Miyun took this birthday gift as a gift for saving his life, and asked, "Will Prime Minister Right like the gift from me?"

"meeting."

"Do you like it because I gave it to you, or do you have to like it because the emperor gave it to you, or... because you regard me as your sweetheart, so you love your house?"

Su Mingxiu closed the book, turned his head and stared at the little girl who just turned fifteen.

If you put it in the modern age, that is, at the age of a junior high school student, you are actually talking about love and love double literature with her here?

"Your Majesty doesn't seem to be afraid of ministers anymore."

She changed the subject, her dark eyes met the little emperor's, and found that the child looked away hastily, but tried to turn back after a while.

"You used to let me be the emperor, and I was afraid that I would die in your hands at any time because I was useless, so I was always afraid of you."

"But you saved me for the second time. As long as you regard the future as earning money, even if you really kill me in the future, I will still be able to live enough."

What if you don't?

If you live in fear, even if you are rescued countless times, do you still want to kill Su Mingxiu?Regardless of whether she could be killed or not, she couldn't live in this kind of fear forever.

I can only look away and find the balance between the two.

This is really not like what the emperor said, Su Mingxiu wanted to educate her.But thinking of the injuries on her body, and the spirit of holding on to chat with him at this moment, he finally said: "Your Majesty is so pained that you are confused, go to sleep."

After all, she lightly raised her hand, and all the candles in the room were extinguished, and the candle smoke drifted away in the darkness.

"But the right minister hasn't answered my question yet."

"what is the problem?"

"My gift hasn't been delivered yet, how can you like it?"

Su Mingxiu was silent for two seconds, and responded with a smile: "Because this is just a scene from the minister, whether you like it or not depends on what you receive."

She gave the fourth answer.

Xiao Miyun replied dryly: "Oh."

After a pause, she said seriously again: "I will definitely give the right minister a gift that I like."

Is it?

Su Mingxiu touched the empty neck subconsciously, and suddenly chuckled lightly, noncommittal.

She didn't think... the little emperor would have the guts to give this type of birthday gift.