In the courtyard, Feitian was squatting on the roof, observing what was going on around him.
The cold light suddenly appeared, and a flying arrow was shot. Feitian jumped into the air and dodged lightly.
When he landed, there was a figure in front of him. He was not a stranger, but it made Feitian very wary.
"I want to see the princess, could you please let me know?" Pei Yi stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes and sleeves fluttering, giving off a fairy-like air.
It's a pity that in Feitian's eyes, there are only two types of people: those who have been beaten and those who cannot be beaten.
Pei Yi in front of me is very lucky to be the latter type of person.
"She didn't see anyone." Feitian's voice was very low, and the hairs all over his body stood up. Pei Yi was very good at dealing with it.
Harder than before.
Pei Yi sighed slightly, his eyes stayed on Feitian, and said regretfully: "A person like you shouldn't be driven by anyone."
Feitian pursed his lips tightly and stared at Pei Yi like a wolf. Even if he couldn't beat him, he was still calculating the escape route in his mind.
After a moment of stalemate, Pei Yi turned around and left without leaving a trace.
The light of day emerged, the mist gradually disappeared, and Wen Qingzhu soon woke up.
There was a light knock at the door, followed closely by Gan Song's voice: "Princess, the medicine and breakfast are ready, can you come in?"
"Come in." Wen Qingzhu sat up.
After washing, he drank medicine before eating. Gan Song didn't ask, and Wen Qingzhu naturally didn't say anything.
As soon as Gan Song left, Feitian came in quietly and whispered: "Pei Yi was here last night."
Wen Qingzhu pondered for a moment: "Don't worry about him for the time being. As long as he's not Jiang Yuancheng's, you don't need to be nervous."
With these words, Feitian retreated again and went out to guard the other courtyard.
With Gan Song and her son around, Wen Qingzhu didn't feel bored at all, and the sky gradually became darker.
Until the moment when it was completely dark, there was a knock on the door, the force was very dull, and it was not nard.
Wen Qingzhu still leaned against him without anything, closed his eyes to rest, and calmly replied: "Come in."
The door was pushed open with a creak, and footsteps appeared and stopped outside the curtain.
When no one spoke, Wen Qingzhu took the initiative and asked, "Why did you want to kill Xi'er?"
After waiting for a while, no one spoke.
Wen Qingzhu then turned around and saw a familiar figure outside the gauze curtain, and there was a faint smell in the room.
"Did you ask Dr. Zhong to save me?" The person who came was none other than Jiang Yuancheng. He seemed to have no emotions and just asked simply.
Sighing, Wen Qingzhu nodded: "I'll give you a chance. Whether you can seize it or not depends on you. So now, can you answer me, why did you kill Xi'er?"
The people outside remained motionless. A faint cold wind came in through the half-open door and rolled up a corner of the gauze curtain.
Wen Qingzhu couldn't bear the cold now, so he asked, "Can we talk after closing the door?"
The breath of the person outside the gauze curtain suddenly disappeared, and the murderous aura on his body suddenly emerged.
Wen Qingzhu reached out and stroked his belly, and explained: "I just gave birth to a baby and can't stand the cold. You must have checked before you came here. Only Feitian's family is here."
Jiang Yuancheng outside still didn't move, with a pair of dark eyes, and there was an undercurrent surging inside.
Time passed little by little, and suddenly the cold wind outside the house became stronger, causing the door to shake.
Jiang Yuancheng, who was motionless, turned around, went over and closed the door.
He turned back, stretched out his hand to lift the gauze curtain, and met Wen Qingzhu's gentle and warm eyes.
At this moment, Jiang Yuancheng's heart skipped a beat, and an inexplicable desire to rush forward emerged in his heart. Then Wen Qingzhu would reach out to comfort him, and all this would pass.
A moment of confusion made Wen Qingzhu aware of it, and she suddenly remembered that Jiang Yuancheng had also been here after she gave birth to a child in her previous life.
However, things have changed. Wen Qingzhu pointed to the chair in the middle: "Sit down."
The Jiang Yuancheng in front of him really didn't move freely, although he tried his best to hide it. With his stiff steps, raised hands in frustration, and his gray face, he didn't look like a normal person.
Jiang Yuancheng walked in for two steps, but did not sit down. He stared at her closely: "Xi'er is not the one I want to kill."
"No. 1?" After saying that, Wen Qingzhu felt something was wrong again, so he changed his title, "Master?"
Why is she so calm and unguarded? Jiang Yuancheng felt an indescribable feeling of suffocation in his heart. Why, this shouldn't be like this!
Wen Qingzhu saw through what he was thinking at a glance, reached for the tea on the small table, and said calmly: "I used to like you, but to you, things that are too easy to get always seem cheap, so you don't I don’t care, it’s up to you whether you want to fight or kill.”
"Are you afraid that you made a mistake?" Jiang Yuancheng interrupted her coldly.
"Maybe." Wen Qingzhu smiled at him, changed the subject, and asked Xi'er again, "The people who can be used by No. 1 are also your people. Why did you kill Xi'er at that time?"
Jiang Yuancheng twitched his lips: "Isn't Mrs. Jin dead too?"
As expected, it was related to Mrs. Jin. Wen Qingzhu frowned. She had carefully investigated and found that Mrs. Jin was just an ordinary person.
Except she was given by Jiang Yuancheng’s people—
Jiang Yuancheng didn't understand the change in her expression. Thinking that he couldn't contact No. 1, some things suddenly became clear to him.
"You guys got rid of No. 1, right?"
"It doesn't count as getting rid of it, it can only count as catching it."
Jiang Yuancheng walked to the chair and sat down. There was the sound of gears clicking when he bent down.
When he sat down, there was a sound of iron and wood colliding.
Wen Qingzhu couldn't help but squint, staring at Jiang Yuancheng's body under his robe, as if he wanted to see through him.
"You want to see my body?" Jiang Yuancheng lowered his head and smiled, his voice not so cold.
After saying no, Jiang Yuancheng stretched out his hand and pulled his robe, exposing his chest.
It is not the flesh and blood that humans should have, but a frame made of steel and iron bones. On the left side of the chest, the bright red heart is wrapped in a transparent film. As he breathes in and out, the film opens and relaxes.
"This is..." Wen Qingzhu looked serious. Among the inheritance left by her ancestors and the knowledge Xiaohuan taught her, these are inferior methods that should be discarded!
A smile appeared on Jiang Yuancheng's face, and he said with some satisfaction: "Whatever you can have, I can have too. You can't kill me."
Looking up, Jiang Yuancheng stopped smiling when Wen Qingzhu saw his realization.
The atmosphere was a little solemn, and there were some words Wen Qingzhu shouldn't have said, but she also said: "Do you think you can survive?"
"At least I can live long enough to kill you." Jiang Yuancheng's face suddenly darkened, and with a few clicks, he stood up.
Wen Qingzhu looked at him without fear: "Then let me ask you one last question."
Jiang Yuancheng didn't say anything, so she continued to ask: "Whose child is Mrs. Jin's?"
"Number one." Jiang Yuancheng said without any hesitation.
From the look in his eyes, there was no need to lie.
Wen Qingzhu seemed to understand something in a daze, smiled to himself, and said to Jiang Yuancheng: "You can go, I want to rest."
"Are you really not afraid that I will kill you?" Jiang Yuancheng's eyes became increasingly sinister, and his hands moved under his sleeves, as if he was about to take action.
Looking at Jiang Yuancheng's half-open robe, Wen Qingzhu suddenly smiled: "Have you never thought that if you are made of iron, if I take out the magnet, wouldn't you—"
At this point, Jiang Yuancheng froze. To be precise, his heartbeat just slowed down a beat.
Wen Qingzhu added leisurely: "Isn't it just at the mercy of others?"
He slowly raised his left hand and opened his palm. Inside was a medium-sized magnet.
There was no change in Jiang Yuancheng in front of the bed, but Wen Qingzhu, who had excellent hearing, could still detect that Jiang Yuancheng's heartbeat had begun to become chaotic.
"You, you actually..." Jiang Yuancheng's voice sounded like he was shouting a mouthful of sand, and his breath gradually became unsteady. He wanted to retreat, but his body had an inexplicable liking for that magnet, and he wanted to get closer crazily.
It feels uncomfortable, uncomfortable, as if I can't breathe, and my heart seems to be pinched.
Jiang Yuancheng gritted his teeth and stepped back step by step. It wasn't until he stepped down on the gauze curtain that he felt that his situation had stabilized again.
"Let's go, I'll wait for you to attack the imperial city, and then I will kill you with my own hands." Wen Qingzhu put away the magnet and closed his eyes tiredly.
Jiang Yuancheng was unwilling to give in, but a warning bird sounded outside the door.
somebody is coming!
Turning around, he opened the door and quickly disappeared into the night.
Feitian fell down, carefully closed the door, and then quietly retreated.
Wen Qingzhu had already woken up when a rooster crowed outside and heard the voices of Pei Yi and Fu Lie.
"Doctor Zhong is fine. He just needs a good rest."
"Thank you very much this time."
"The regent is too polite. This is my duty."
"Then Mr. Pei, please go to the emperor's side to help." Fu Lie immediately said something rude, turned around and pushed the door open quietly.
There was no more Pei Yi's voice outside the house, so he probably left.
The curtain had been repaired. When Fu Lie came in, he saw Wen Qingzhu thinking about something. He quickly walked over and sat down and asked, "How were you last night?"
"Fortunately, thanks to you asking Pei Yi to send the magnet, there was no danger." Wen Qingzhu's right hand was held, and she also raised her left hand to cover the back of Fu Lie's hand.
There are some things that they no longer need to discuss, and they can understand each other.
There was silence in the room until Gansong knocked on the door outside: "Princess, the medicine is ready."
Fu Lie stood up to take it and didn't let outsiders in.
He sat down and was about to give the medicine, but Wen Qingzhu reached out to stop him: "Let it cool down a little. I'll drink it in one breath later."
"That's fine." Fu Lie put down the medicine bowl.
Suddenly he asked again: "You're not here just for Xi'er, right?"
As expected, she couldn't hide it from him. Wen Qingzhu nodded: "Well, if Xi'er didn't go to Mrs. Jin, she might not die. Those people prepared by No. 1 were to kill Mrs. Jin. The child in her belly belongs to No. 1. .”
Fu Lie knew very little about No. 1 and No. 0. Many of them were told by Wu Shui, but they were not very clear.
Ever since Wen Qingzhu left Beijing alone, Fu Lie suddenly discovered that both Pei Yi and the emperor knew these things better than he did.
"Isn't No. 1 not a human being?" Fu Lie didn't know much, but he was still aware of the existence of No. 1.
Wen Qingzhu looked into Fu Lie's eyes with a distant emotion: "Sometimes I can't tell the boundaries between people and things. No. 1 is very close to humans and may be able to leave heirs."
As for why he killed Mrs. Jin and the child in her belly, perhaps only No. 1 knows.
Fu Lie suddenly felt that he didn't recognize Qingqing anymore. She was clearly right in front of him, but she seemed far away from him.
"What about the other purposes this time?" Fu Lie was in a state of psychological crisis, so it was better to ask directly about some things.
Wen Qingzhu was also startled. She didn't expect that Fu Lie would ask so directly.
After hesitating for a moment, she replied to Fu Lie: "To confirm whether I can kill Jiang Yuancheng, it is indeed difficult to kill him with ordinary methods, but this thing can be done easily."
Wen Qingzhu took out the magnet from last night, a small piece, less than a quarter of the size of a palm.
"How did Pei Yi know this was useful?" Fu Lie raised his head and looked into Wen Qingzhu's eyes and asked again.