I kicked the male lead away

The breeze floated, and the three people standing in front of the mountain gate cleverly connected into a line.

And Fang Zhilan was right in the middle of this line.

Unbiased, Chu Qingshu and Sima Chen each stood at one end of the scale, waiting for her to weigh.

"No, it's not." Fang Zhilan spoke incoherently, "Sister Chu, listen to my explanation."

Chu Qingshu raised her chin slightly, wanting to hear what she could explain.

Unexpectedly, before she could speak, Sima Chen pierced the dagger in his heart again, the corners of his eyes were flushed, and there was a rupture in his eyes: "Alan, I don't believe it, you obviously love me."

He had to wait for her own confession before she was willing to remove the tip of the knife.

"Don't, don't, don't!" Seeing his movements, Fang Zhilan panicked, "Don't get excited."

Her mind was in a mess, and she was about to kneel down and kowtow to Sima Chen!

But at this time, the system was unwilling to be lonely, and a dull electronic voice sounded in her mind: "Warning, warning, the current world is in danger of collapsing, please respond correctly to the host..."

"Warning, warning..."

Fang Zhilan felt like her head was about to explode, and she said with all her heart, "Shut up!"

B126 quieted down knowingly.

Leave room for Fang Zhilan to weigh.

In the blink of an eye, she was probably inspired by her potential, and she quickly made a choice.

Chu Qingshu was offended, so she could explain it further.

If Sima Chen was really screwed up, then even Chu Qingshu wouldn't exist.

Fang Zhilan took a deep breath, ignored Chu Qingshu's slightly chilly gaze, and turned to look at Sima Chen: "If you still want me to continue liking you, put down the knife first."

"Alan..." Sima Chen showed joy, his voice softened, "I knew it."

You know shit!Fang Zhilan roared in her heart, but in the end she held back: "Yes."

Chu Qingshu's hands hanging by her sides were tightly clenched into fists, and she didn't even notice that her nails were embedded in her palms.

She pursed her red lips tightly, exuding an unprecedented coldness, turned sideways suddenly, walked quickly to the bandit guarding the gate, and pulled out the long sword pinned to his waist.

It turned out that the bandits who were hiding in the corner listening to the wall were caught off guard and trembled by her.

Pointing the sword at Sima Chen, she shone coldly, she whispered: "Alan, get out of the way."

In the voice, there was unprecedented earnestness and pleading.

Fang Zhilan paused, turned her back to Chu Qingshu, and shook her head: "I'm sorry, sister Chu, I have to..."

Before she finished speaking, Sima Chen had already bypassed Fang Zhilan and walked slowly to Chu Qingshu, narrowing his cold eyes slightly: "If Miss Chu has any grievances, just come to me, not to me. The princess Wang Mingmei is marrying has such a big emotion."

The attitude is proud, and he is like that mighty king in the capital in a trance, who doesn't pretend to be a minor in front of Fang Zhilan.

"What are you!" Chu Qingshu clenched her sword hand a little bit, her eyes contemptuous.

There was a surge of anger in my heart.

Ming Media is marrying four words, like a thorn, stuck in her heart.

It made her bloody.

Fang Zhilan turned around with a pleading look on her face: "Sister Chu, you can't kill him."

In just one sentence, it is even worse.

It took Chu Qingshu a lot of effort to find her voice, her throat was dry: "Why? Do you know..."

Her voice stopped, so what else to ask.

Fang Zhilan knew perfectly well that the frame-up of General Chu would not have been possible without Sima Chen's secret operations, and knew that it was him who caused her to flee around like a frightened bird and become homeless.

She knew all about it, but she still stood by Sima Chen's side.

The bottom of Chu Qingshu's eyes was like ice that could not be melted for a thousand years.

Fang Zhilan's heart skipped a beat, thinking something was wrong.

She was obviously misunderstood, but she had no way and no chance to explain.

Chu Qingshu's eyes were full of black mist, and she was full of cruelty towards Sima Chen.

She didn't hesitate anymore, the hand holding the sword ruthlessly pushed forward, reaching Sima Chen's heart.

But he didn't know what Sima Chen was thinking, he glanced at her quietly, but he didn't hide.

"Don't!" Fang Zhilan subconsciously stretched out her hand to hold the blade, blocking Chu Qingshu's movements.

With a sound of "嗤", the sharp blade cut through the skin, and the tip of the sword stopped half an inch away from Sima Chen's heart.

Fang Zhilan gritted her teeth in pain, but clenched the long sword even tighter with both hands.

"Alan!" Chu Qingshu let go of the hand holding the sword, "You..."

She rushed forward and held Fang Zhilan's bloody hand.

"Hiss..." Fang Zhilan gasped, the smile on her face paled, she shook her head at Chu Qingshu, "I'm fine."

Blood trickled down drop by drop.

"Are you all right?" Chu Qingshu seemed to squeeze every word out from between her teeth.

Is Sima Chen worth her sacrifice?

Her hands were covered with blood that wasn't her own, and even her fingertips were trembling.

Sima Chen's eyes were somewhat smug, he bet right...

He knew that Ah Lan was biased towards him in his heart.

he just knew...

After feeling complacent, Sima Chen was at a loss: "Alan..."

"Get lost." Fang Zhilan uttered a word without raising her head.

As if Sima Chen didn't hear her, he wanted to step forward to check on her injuries.

"Sima Chen!" Fang Zhilan's tone was blunt, stopping his forward steps, "I don't want to see you now."

"I see..." Seeing that she seemed to be really angry, Sima Chen stopped in his tracks, and said in a muffled voice, "Ah Lan, take care of your injuries first, and I will come to see you when I have a chance."

Chu Qingshu turned a deaf ear to the conversation between the two, and quickly pulled the outer layer of fabric from the skirt into long strips, wrapping them tightly around Fang Zhilan's hands round and round.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt..." Her voice trembled, as if she was comforting Fang Zhilan, but also comforting herself.

Fang Zhilan felt that her fingers had gradually become numb and lost consciousness.

It wasn't because of excessive blood loss, but because she tied it too tightly.

Fang·Doraemon·Zhi·stretched out a round hand·Lan: "..."

After bandaging the wound, Chu Qingshu quickly took Fang Zhilan onto a horse and galloped towards the medical clinic in the town.

Leaning in her arms, Fang Zhilan, who had never ridden a horse before, was churning and almost vomited.

Difficult, she is really too difficult.

Fang Zhilan's face was pale, and her anger was as thin as silk: "Sister Chu..."

"Don't talk." Chu Qingshu whispered in her ear, "When you recover, you can say whatever you want."

But it was her hands that were hurt, not her throat. Fang Zhilan pursed her lips, raised her head, raised her neck like a swan, and gently kissed Chu Qingshu's chin.

Chu Qingshu froze, wishing to drop the person in her arms.

But I can't bear it.

So she continued to keep a cold face and said nothing until Fang Zhilan was sent to the hospital.

Two female guests rushed into the originally quiet medical hall, one of them was carried by the other, the medicine boy in the medical hall stared wide-eyed, and was coldly swept away by Chu Qingshu: "Where is the doctor?"

"Unfortunately, the doctor has gone out to see the doctor." Yaotong lowered his head, not daring to look directly at her sharp eyes, his eyes fell on Fang Zhilan's injured hands, "I'll just apply the medicine for this girl."

There is only one medical center in this small town, they have no choice, Chu Qingshu agrees without saying a word.

The drug boy hurriedly turned around and took out the white cloth for bandaging from the shelf, and wrapped it around Fang Zhilan's wrist.

At this moment, Fang Zhilan felt that her hands had lost all feeling.

However, the blood flow slowed down quite a bit. The drug boy took off the cloth from his hand and took a look: "Fortunately, this girl is only a skin trauma."

Chu Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes were still condensed: "Use the best medicine and don't let her leave scars."

"No...it doesn't matter." Fang Zhilan said cautiously, and looked at Yaotong with a smile, with a gentle face, "Just take your time, don't worry."

She saw that the child was clearly still an apprentice, and she was afraid that he would not be able to do anything well if he was frightened by Chu Qingshu.

Chu Qingshu said nothing, and looked down at the wound on her hand.

The skin and flesh of the five finger joints are all parted, exposing the raw white flesh.

If she hadn't subconsciously slowed down her attack at that time, Chu Qingshu took a deep breath and didn't dare to think about it.

Sensitively sensing her emotional changes, Fang Zhilan took advantage of the moment the drug boy turned to take the medicine, and quickly dipped her pink lips on Chu Qingshu's frowning brows like a dragonfly.

Then he returned to his original position and blinked his eyelids.

Don't worry about her.

Seeing that she could still be so cheeky to please herself, Chu Qingshu's eyes softened a bit, but they were still heavy that couldn't be melted away.

The drug boy crushed the medicine into a powder with a pestle, then poured it on a piece of paper, and held it in front of Fang Zhilan: "Please spread your hands, Miss."

When Fang Zhilan heard this, she obediently spread her palms upwards.

Her wrist was weak from the blood loss.

Chu Qingshu stretched out her hand and placed it under hers, her calloused palm pressed against the soft back of hers.

The medicine boy watched the nose, nose and mouth with care, and applied the powder honestly.

The moment the medicine powder touched the raw flesh under the skin, it felt like being pricked by a needle. Fang Zhilan was afraid that Chu Qingshu would hear it, so she bit her lower lip tightly, refusing to make a sound.

Under Chu Qingshu's stare, the drug boy broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly bandaged Fang Zhilan's hands, gave the two of them several packets of medicinal powder and a bundle of white cloth, and carefully instructed: "Miss, remember to change the dressing and gauze every day." , Do not touch the water before the scar is formed, and then apply a scar-removing ointment after the scar has formed."

Fang Zhilan listened intently, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice from time to time.

Chu Qingshu paid the money, took the medicine and gauze, and led the horse out of the shed.

"..." Fang Zhilan looked at the horse that was taller than her, and couldn't help feeling overwhelmed in her stomach. She whispered, "Sister Chu, can we not ride horses?"

In the end, Chu Qingshu didn't hold her back and agreed.

The two walked side by side in front of the horse, Fang Zhilan opened her hand deliberately, and let Qingfeng pass between her fingers, so as to relieve some pain.

"Alan." Chu Qingshu suddenly clenched her hand holding the rein, her voice lowered, "Would you like to go back to the capital with me?"

"Ah?" Fang Zhilan turned her head, she didn't expect her to ask this suddenly.

That's right, if she wants to win the imperial power, she will eventually have to return to the capital.

A place full of intrigues.