I kicked the male lead away

Chu Qingshu took a sip of her tea before slowly saying, "The general's outstanding military exploits are recognized by the civilians and soldiers in the frontier. Even if he is just an ordinary pawn, it is justifiable to sit in his current position."

Her words touched General Hong's heart.

He was originally a subordinate of Sima Chen, and he was loyal in the past, but his life was not easy.

Do all the dirty work, but don't move because Sima Chen is dissatisfied, "Go down and get thirty lashes by yourself" or something.

It wasn't until Sima Chen disappeared that General Hong vaguely found the value of his life.

Fighting on the battlefield and killing Turks made him feel that the blood in every vein in him was hot.

After several great victories, General Hong seemed to be able to see that Fenglang Juxu on the Golden Luan Hall was close in front of him.

But if Sima Chen suddenly appeared...

Everything became a dream.

All his hard work will become Sima Chen's achievements, and he will return to his original position of letting others order him around.

He was not reconciled.

After a moment of silence, he had already come up with the answer in his heart: "Thank you, Mr. Mu, for your enlightenment."

"No." Chu Qingshu shook her head, "It's the general's fortune telling."

It was night, after Chu Qingshu left, General Hong secretly summoned some of his confidants.

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"Hmm..." Waking up in the morning by the chirping birds on the branches outside the window, Fang Zhilan woke up from her dream and stretched.

Then she got up and ran around the hill twice before returning to the small kitchen to continue cooking.

Boiled half a root of sweet corn and an egg, this is Fang Zhilan's diet meal.

After eating, he had to cook for Sima Chen.

He has been more honest recently, and he will never scold her while eating again.

Probably resigned to fate.

He just ate quietly, but his expression became more and more gloomy.

Today Fang Zhilan cooked a bowl of noodles for him, and he didn't forget to add vegetables to the noodles, and a fried egg.

Only with balanced nutrition can he live longer.

After the noodles were cooked, they were brought to Guan Sima Chen's room on a wooden case. Fang Zhilan put the noodles down, and the moment she opened the door, her heart skipped a beat.

The place where he was usually tied was empty, only a pile of hemp rope remained.

Sure enough, she pretended to be obedient, Fang Zhilan put the noodles back on the table first, and sighed: "B126, where is he?"

Soon, the system sent a specific location, in the east col.

Fang Zhilan stepped out, moved her wrist, and touched the bow and arrow behind her.

This bow and arrow is what she must carry on her back. There are many wild animals on the mountain, so she dares to go out only if she has a tool for self-defense.

If Sima Chen insisted on running away, she would not mind breaking his legs so that he would never be able to run away again.

Fortunately, Fang Zhilan jumped up and down in the stockade every day, with steady feet, but it took half a day to catch up with Sima Chen, who was hungry and suffered from soft tendons.

The breeze in the valley passed by, and the forest leaves were rustling. It was not difficult to find Sima Chen who was dressed in white.

Fang Zhilan stood on a high place, her eyes narrowed slightly.

Slowly opened the bow and arrow.

Quite a bit of Qingshu's posture.

She did not let down the archery skill that Chu Qingshu had taught her personally. The string of the arrow was tense, and with a "whoosh" sound, the long arrow pierced through the wind, stuck to the leaves, brushed against Sima Chen's face, and slammed into the trunk of the tree. middle.

Sima Chen's whole body froze, as if he was facing a formidable enemy, but when he turned around and saw that it was Fang Zhilan, he was inexplicably relieved.

After all, Fang Zhilan only knew how to use arrows, and didn't dare to get too close to Sima Chen. She was a few feet away from him, and said coldly, "Go back!"

She fierce him?

Sima Chen was stunned, this was his first reaction.

Normally, Fang Zhilan would just ignore him, even if she was scolded by herself, she would look indifferent, but now she turned cold and sternly attacked him?

Inexplicably, Sima Chen trembled in his heart.

Fang Zhilan didn't have time to worry about that much, so she glanced at him impatiently: "If you don't go back, don't blame my subordinates for being merciless."

This time, she made up her mind to make Sima Chen surrender to her.

If she softened her heart for a moment, Sima Chen would bite back, and the efforts of this world would be in vain.

But this person can't die!

The only way is to make him obedient.

Fang Zhilan even wondered if he should find a medicine that can make people stupid and let him take it.

When she was distracted, Sima Chen supported the tree and stood up, his eyes flickered, and he called her softly: "Miss?"

This beast!

Fang Zhilan was so disgusted, her temples throbbed, she wished she could kill him: "Shut up! Who is your wife?"

"Of course..." Sima Chen was about to speak, but was interrupted by an arrow suddenly shot at his back by Fang Zhilan.

Although the tendons in his body were loose, Sima Chen's habits over the years still made him subconsciously turn sideways and look behind him.

A wild wolf, hiding in the bushes, with gray hair and ears pricked up, leaped aside, dodging the arrow.

There was a faint fierce light in its eyes, a low whimper came from its throat, and its eyes wandered between Fang Zhilan and Sima Chen.

Obviously, Sima Chen, who has no weapon in his hand, is a soft persimmon that can be squeezed.

Having been hungry all winter, the wolf's stomach was already hungry, and his eyes glowed red.

"Come here soon!" Fang Zhilan was extremely anxious, fearing that Sima Chen would die under the sharp teeth of wild wolves.

The panic on her face became another explanation in Sima Chen's eyes.

Sure enough, she still had her own in her heart, but she didn't feel angry after being divorced, and hated because of love.

Otherwise, why should she care about her own life and death?

To a certain extent, Sima Chen's thinking coincides with Chu Qingshu's.

Sima Chen supported his weak body and slowly moved over.

Fang Zhilan raised the bow and arrow in her hand, and formally confronted the wild wolf.

If you say you're not afraid, that's a lie.

This is a living wolf drinking blood, but Fang Zhilan has nowhere to go, neither she nor Sima Chen can die.

With his tall body slightly resting on her shoulders, Sima Chen panted slightly: "Hold the arrow higher."

Now the two are grasshoppers on the same rope, Fang Zhilan has no choice but to listen to his advice.

She raised the arrow slightly higher and let go of the bowstring abruptly.

The wild wolf was caught off guard and was shot in the eye.

"Wow~" The wild wolf took two steps back in pain, the blood flowed out, and the hair stood on end immediately, and there was a howling sound from between the teeth.

It pushed back slightly, kicked back hard, and rushed towards the two of them.

Fang Zhilan couldn't take her eyes off, and shot another arrow.

Shot in the front leg of the wolf.

But it was too late to raise the arrow again, the figure of the wolf was already close at hand, and the claws with sharp nails were calling towards him, and a single blow could kill someone.

Without thinking, Fang Zhilan pushed Sima Chen to the ground, and the two spun around to avoid the wolf's attack.

The wild wolf circled behind them, sweeping its tail on the ground, snorting heavily.

At such a short distance, bows and arrows are obviously useless, Fang Zhilan pressed Sima Chen, and said in a low voice: "I will lure the wolf away in a while, the farther you run, the better."

Sima Chen, who was still shy under pressure, was taken aback for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice, "What about you?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Fang Zhilan glanced at him impatiently.

Would she have gotten into this predicament if you hadn't insisted on running away?

With that said, Fang Zhilan patted the dirt on her body, stood up with her bow in hand, looked at the ferocious wild wolf, and approached little by little.

The wild wolf was probably afraid of the bow and arrow in her hand that hurt him twice, so he retreated cautiously, ready to go.

One person and one wolf all mentioned spiritual mediation.

Probably guessing that the thing in her hand was not a threat at such a short distance, the wild wolf suddenly jumped up, opened its mouth wide to reveal a mouthful of sharp teeth, and rushed towards Fang Zhilan's neck.

Sima Chen's pupils, who had already taken a few steps back, unconsciously grew a little bigger, and his heart was full of turmoil.

Fang Zhilan's right hand, which was holding the strings, had already been quietly put down, and she pulled out the short knife pinned to her waist with lightning speed.

Right now, she bent back, and the wild wolf was about to jump into the air, with a ferocious face, Fang Zhilan swung the short knife in her hand forcefully, and nailed it hard at the neck.

This time, do your best.

The wild wolf was brought down to the ground by inertia, Fang Zhilan clenched the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, refusing to let it go, and plunged into its flesh and blood.

The gray wolf twitched and struggled at the beginning, and became motionless at the end, only the fur was still a little bit warm.

The hot and bright red wolf blood sprayed her all over the face.

Fang Zhilan pulled out the knife, wiped the blood from her face, looked at Sima Chen who was standing there, and said mockingly, "Why didn't you run away?"

Sima Chen's face was pale and almost transparent, his bloodless lips murmured words that Fang Zhilan couldn't understand, his legs went limp, and he fainted.

……

He didn't make any effort, why did he feel dizzy?Useless man!

With great effort, Fang Zhilan dragged Sima Chen back to the room where he was usually locked up.

Then he tied him to the bed with a rope, and then went out to find Huitaro for help.

This is the majestic King Chen, so Huitaro naturally didn't dare to let him fall into his hands, so he hurried down the mountain to find a doctor.

With him watching, Fang Zhilan was too lazy to take care of herself, went back to her room, first boiled a pot of hot water, washed away the wolf blood on her body, and changed into clean clothes.

By the time the dirty clothes were washed and dried on the bamboo poles outside, it was already dusk and the tired birds were returning to their nests.

It wasn't until Fang Zhilan's stomach growled that she remembered that she only had one breakfast today.

From the wooden cabinet in the small kitchen, she took out the white steamed buns that had been steamed two days ago, and ate a few mouthfuls to fill her stomach.

Sitting on the recliner in front of the door and blowing the wind while eating, I feel at ease.

There was another flapping of wings, and a fat pigeon landed on its knees.

Fang Zhilan took off the letter box from the pigeon's leg, and opened the letter paper.

Looking at it, the sweet steamed buns in his hand are no longer fragrant.

The content of Chu Qingshu's letter is still brief, only saying that Sima Chen's subordinates have already developed a rebellious heart, and they should send killers to find him soon and end his life.

Tell Fang Zhilan to stay away from Sima Chen if it's okay, so as not to hurt Chi Yu.

She spoke calmly, and Fang Zhilan was dumbfounded when she saw it.

There are wolves in front and tigers in the back.

It's just that she didn't expect that Chu Qingshu would contribute to the plan to kill Sima Chen.

What should I do?