"It would be nice if he could offend someone, because he has no ability to take care of himself at all. He usually doesn't leave the house. Today at noon, I went out to buy groceries. He was walking in the yard and fell down. The bamboo pole on which our clothes are hung for drying hit my chest, and then..." At the end of the sentence, Mo Shuang choked and looked like he was in pain.
What is this and what
Leng Qisu felt angry for a while after hearing this. Although it was right to conceal the assassination for him, he shouldn't hurt him like this. Thinking that he, a dignified fourth prince, was actually a man who couldn't take care of himself and fell to death while walking.
Good girl, I'll settle this account with you later!
Then I heard someone sighing and saying, "Hey, he looks so talented, but he turns out to be a waste. No wonder, no wonder the girl is unwilling to buy a coffin for him."
Coffin
What coffin
It was at this moment that he suddenly understood what this group of people wanted to take him to.
He quickly opened his eyes slightly and looked to the side, and was shocked to find that Mo Shuang had changed into plain white clothes at some point.
Filial piety
Oh my God, do you really think he is dead
Yes, he was obviously the one pretending to be dead.
What should we do now
Pretending to wake up again? Where is the dignity of this dignified, seven-foot-tall man
But if he doesn't wake up, he will really be buried alive by these people.
Isn’t this damn woman moving too fast? He never imagined that she would be so anxious to bury him just after he died.
Just as he was secretly thinking about countermeasures, he felt his body shake violently. The wooden board had been thrown heavily to the ground by several people, almost breaking his waist bones.
Then there was the sound of shovels digging into the earth.
Damn it!
Do you really want to bury him
It is unbearable!
"What are you doing?" He turned over and sat up and said sternly.
The movements of the hands of the few strong men who were digging the soil were stagnant, and they all turned to look at him, dumbfounded.
After a while, they suddenly threw away the shovel in their hands and dispersed, as if they were afraid that they would move their heads too late. As they ran, they shouted: "Oh my god, it's broad daylight, you're cheating."
Looking at the backs of several people escaping in a hurry, Leng Qisu curled his lips in disdain. How could these grown men be so timid as mice and pretend to be dead
Shaking his head sarcastically, he turned his head and saw a person standing quietly beside him, with black hair and long clothes, as plain as the wind coming from the drifting snow.
Who else could it be if it wasn't Mo Shuang
She just looked at him for a moment, her eyes were still red, but the look in her eyes was killing.
It's over, it seems like things have gotten serious.
"Ahem. Mozhuang"
He cleared his throat, not knowing what to say.
Mo Shuang pursed her lips tightly and said nothing. She looked at him for a long time, then suddenly turned around and strode back.
"Mozhuang!"
Leng Qisu stood up quickly, ignoring the pain of the wound, and chased after him.
But she didn't look back, as if she hadn't heard anything. She walked very fast as if the wind was stepping on her feet, her white clothes swaying.
"Mo Zhuang!" He called her, and then realized that he had really gone too far, and quickly explained incoherently, "Actually, I didn't mean it, I actually fainted. ."
The woman in front continued to ignore him without stopping.
This is still unforgiving!
Leng Qisu pursed his lips, stopped to cover the wound, and said loudly to her back: "I know I shouldn't lie to you and make you sad! But haven't you already vented your anger? Wearing mourning clothes again, and You are digging holes, and you also said that this king is a retarded man who fell to death. Didn't you do this on purpose?"
Mo Shuang listened, and the more she listened, the angrier she became. When she saw him chasing after her despite his injuries, her heart softened and she was ready to stop. But in the end, what he said was all he said.
yes! She did it on purpose, but that was because he was too far ahead.
I thought he really realized that his joke was too big and that he had gone too far. After hearing these words, he didn't feel at all. Instead, he felt that he had suffered a loss.
Clenching her teeth tightly, she even quickened her pace.
Suddenly, a muffled groan came from behind.
Her steps hesitated, but she didn't look back. She paused and walked forward again.
Another painful groan!
She frowned and stopped again. Wasn't it too serious to toss and toss him like this
He pursed his lips, sighed, and turned around to see Leng Qisu covering his wound, hunched over with a look of pain on his face. When he saw her turning back, a look of surprise flashed across his pale face.
Her heart trembled, and she instinctively prepared to walk over, but then she thought, maybe it was another trick of this man.
Just as she was about to take a step forward, she took the step back and sneered, "Your Majesty, have you ever heard of the story "The Boy Who Cried Wolf"?"
Leng Qisu looked at her puzzledly, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
Never heard of this? Or someone who received royal education!
But the acting was done very realistically.
I didn't want to waste any more words with him, so I just said, "My lord, keep pretending!" Then he turned around and left!
But after walking a long way, there was no movement behind, and I couldn't help but feel uneasy. My pace unconsciously slowed down, and finally stopped.
Well, meeting this man is really unlucky for eight lifetimes! She turned around angrily.
They saw Leng Qisu holding a tree trunk on the side of the road with one hand and covering his chest with the other, hunched over and gasping weakly, with bright red blood flowing out from between his white fingers.
(End of chapter)