I kicked the male lead away

As soon as the letter paper was thrown into the stove fire, it was licked clean by the flames and turned into ashes in an instant.

Fang Zhilan turned her head and hummed a little tune to boil water for cooking, and completely forgot about it.

Unexpectedly, Sima Chen didn't get a reply, obviously he didn't give up.

Early the next morning, Fang Zhilan was awakened by Xiao Wu's knock on the door again: "Sister Alan, that person is here again..."

Fang Zhilan was so angry that she hammered the quilt a few times, straightened her messy hair, and went down the mountain.

Sure enough, Ji Yucheng looked a little embarrassed, and handed her another letter.

Fang Zhilan squeezed, the letter was thicker than yesterday's.

Her smoky brows were lightly drawn together: "What do you mean?"

"He..." Although Ji Yucheng has seen so many great things in his past and present lives, it is a bit hard to say, "It is probably because I am happy with you, and there are many things to say about it."

The ears of the bandit who was looking at the mountain gate from a distance moved secretly.

Fang Zhilan was so angry: "Then why don't you find a doctor to show him that he should take medicine and sleep, and pester me all day long?"

Ji Yucheng also wanted to ask Sima Chen about this.

It's just that in front of Fang Zhilan, his complexion was as usual, seemingly calm and gentle, still gentle and gentle: "Perhaps, you should meet him in person."

"No!" Fang Zhilan refused without hesitation. In the past one or two months, she delivered meals to Sima Chen every day, and she was about to throw up.

Helpless, Ji Yucheng had no choice but to leave with regret.

As usual, Fang Zhilan sent this letter into the fire.

With the second day, there will be the third day, and the fourth day...

Everyone in the village knew that Mr. Ji from the town would come to see Fang Zhilan every morning regardless of the weather.

Then hand her a letter.

Then Fang Zhilan came back to the mountain cursing like a powder keg.

No one dared to really ask, after all, everyone was still waiting to eat her freshly stewed pheasant and bamboo shoot soup.

But gossip flies faster than a pigeon with wings after all, and there is nothing to do in the village, the confusing relationship between the two is talked about by everyone for a while.

Fang Zhilan was so impatient with being pestered, she couldn't even sleep well every morning, and felt that her hair was about to fall out, so she finally agreed to Ji Juancheng's suggestion to go and see Sima Chen.

When you go, don't forget to put a knife on your waist.

For the future emperor that he expected, Ji Yucheng's treatment for Sima Chen was obviously excellent.

There is a large courtyard alone, with willows and willows in front of the courtyard, and a flower pond with flowing water under the corridor.

There are maids in and out of the house to serve.

Fang Zhilan glanced at Ji Yucheng suspiciously: "Are you sure you don't want to go in with me?"

"No need." Ji Yucheng shook his head, "He won't hurt you."

After finishing speaking, he quickened his pace and left the scene.

Fang Zhilan was dubious, and stepped into the house.

There was a person writing something in front of the desk, and he didn't lift his head when he heard the sound.

Fang Zhilan glanced at him.

Apparently Sima Chen is much better at Ji Yucheng's place, his black hair is tied up with a jade crown, his complexion has recovered, his sword eyebrows are starry eyes, and he has the look of a domineering prince again.

Sensing that the person who came in stood motionless at the door, Sima Chen raised his head from the desk with some displeasure. Seeing that it was Fang Zhilan, he was overjoyed, and immediately stood up, with a bit of surprise in his painted eyes: "Miss?"

……

Fang Zhilan felt a little regretful that she hastily agreed to Ji Yucheng's arrival, wishing she could slash him with a knife: "Don't bark!"

Sima Chen pursed his thin lips tightly, feeling a little aggrieved.

In addition, his complexion was still a little pale, and he looked as if he was bullied by Fang Zhilan.

Fang Zhilan never thought that things would turn out like this, a good person would feel like bewitched, and sighed: "What are you doing writing those nonsense?"

The confession that she carefully wrote was so insignificant in her eyes.

Sima Chen's figure was shaky: "Alan, I know you like me."

"I like you?" Fang Zhilan smiled, "What am I planning?"

If you are short-tempered, will you curse at others?

Sima Chen hesitated to speak, and it took a long time before he said: "I heard what you said to Ji Yucheng that day, Alan, you told him that you hope I can live well."

Damn it, Fang Zhilan has one head and two big heads.

This Sima Chen's brain power is really amazing.

Fang Zhilan couldn't think of a reason to refute for a while.

"You don't like the words in those letters." Sima Chen mustered up his courage and said, "I just don't write it."

He just wanted to meet her and talk to her.

"That's good." Fang Zhilan breathed a sigh of relief when he said that he would not write any more letters.

"But I can't get out here." Sima Chen's eyes sparkled, "Alan, can you come and see me more?"

Uh... Fang Zhilan's expression was blank for half a second, then she nodded.

Look, of course I won't come to see it.

But, you should lie when you should lie.

Sima Chen was overjoyed, stepped over the desk, and walked forward a few steps, wanting to hug Fang Zhilan.

She quickly dodges.

"..." Sima Chen hangs his hands in the air, with grievance on his face again, "I know, Ah Lan still has resentment towards me in his heart, and when I return to Beijing, I will dismiss all those concubines in the backyard, and I will only be with you How about we go together?"

Wait till you make it back alive, son.

Fang Zhilan thought.

She was expressionless and nodded perfunctorily.

Sima Chen got her guarantee, but he was very happy, and he was busy thinking about what to give her as a token of love.

It's a pity that he looked around the room and found that none of them belonged to him.

He gritted his teeth and took off the jade wrench on his thumb: "Alan, this is for you."

Fang Zhilan took a closer look, her eyeballs almost fell out.

Wow, this is the token of the male protagonist dispatching the Beijing Central Shadow Guards. In the original text, he always wears it next to his body.

With it, you can walk sideways in the whole capital.

Is there something wrong with his head?

Fang Zhilan hurriedly shook her head like a rattle: "No!"

She can't handle this hot potato.

"I know..." Sima Chen was a little disappointed, his eyes were even watery, "I can't give you anything good right now..."

?

He looked eagerly like a puppy, and Fang Zhilan was about to cry if he didn't accept the things.

But she really didn't dare to ask for it!

Sima Chen didn't care about it, and always maintained the posture of raising the jade finger.

Fang Zhilan suddenly thought that if Sima Chen wanted to seize power without this thing, it would be much more difficult.

Without further hesitation, she finally let out the finger, and she was slightly relieved.

Seeing this, Sima Chen felt relieved.

She finally accepted herself.

She really couldn't stand Sima Chen's eyeballs sticking to her body all the time, so Fang Zhilan hurriedly left after retracting her fingers.

Fang Zhilan found a red string to wear the finger puller, and hung it on his chest, never letting anyone see it.

Except for her and Sima Chen, no one knew that the finger that could mobilize a powerful shadow guard fell into his hands.

Although Fang Zhilan didn't intend to use it, she couldn't let such a lethal thing fall into the hands of others.

But with this thing in my arms, I always feel a little flustered for no reason.

Strange, why did she not feel that the Tiger Talisman Chu Qingshu gave was so much more important?

However, Fang Zhilan soon knew why she was flustered.

In the middle of the night, she was sleeping soundly, when she suddenly felt something cold sticking to her neck.

Fang Zhilan woke up with a jolt.

At some point, a masked man in black appeared next to the pillow: "Don't scream, if you scream, you will be killed with a knife."

His skin was carved with traces of blood, Fang Zhilan hastily promised: "Don't worry, I will never make a sound, I just ask the strong man to spare my life, I have old and young, and there is a delicate one in the middle..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" The man pressed the knife tighter again, "I heard that your cottage has arrested many people a few days ago?"

Fang Zhilan rolled her eyes and understood that these people were the killers who came after Sima Chen.

"Yes, yes, yes." She said hastily, "They are all locked in the house behind the mountain."

"It's not them." The man said, "Where is the leader among them?"

"Him?" Fang Zhilan's eyes darkened, as if a little discouraged, "Escaped."

"Escaped?" the man in black asked dissatisfied.

"That's right." Fang Zhilan thought over and over again, "That man has great martial arts skills and a deep scheming mind. He didn't know where he fled a few days ago. The strong man came for him. Then you have to be ruthless." Give him two knives for me..."

"..." The killer ignored her nagging, put away the knife, gave her a blank look, and retreated.

Fang Zhilan's hand holding the short knife under the blanket was wet with sweat.

This knife, she puts it under her pillow every day, just for this day.

She was slightly relieved.

This was the first time that Fang Zhilan felt so truly the cruelty of the power struggle, and it was difficult to break free after being drawn into this vortex.

Winners often step on countless lives to get up.

Her hand unconsciously held the jade pendant and finger ring hanging on her chest.

People are knives, I am fish.

No, we can't just sit and wait for death anymore, Fang Zhilan thought in his heart.

Since we have to take this step sooner or later, there is no need to hesitate any longer.

Only now, she is still short of an opportunity.

After a night of no dreams, Fang Zhilan woke up with dark circles under her eyes the next day, only then did Fang Zhilan realize that the figure of a pigeon had appeared by the window sill again.

She couldn't wait, and opened the letter in it.

It was Chu Qingshu's familiar note. In the letter, she wrote that Sima Chen seemed to have made a sudden movement recently. General Hong was restrained everywhere, and asked her if Sima Chen was still locked in the stockade.

She also said that if Sima Chen was still in the village, she would find an opportunity to go back to the village in the near future and end Sima Chen's dog's life with her own hands.

Because Chu Qingshu gradually discovered in the search for clues that General Chu was framed in the past, and he was also involved in it.

Fang Zhilan bit the pen holder, for the first time, she couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

How can she fulfill this lie to Chu Qingshu?

What's more, Chu Qingshu suddenly wanted Sima Chen's life.

If she wants her own life, she can do it, Fang Zhilan thought, but not Sima Chen.

She had to find a way to stop it.