Hearing this voice, Zhong Qingye glanced at his mouth and said to Hongying: "Damn rabbit, go and lie down on the bed. Don't die. If you die, I won't have anyone to play with."
There was a black thread on Red Eagle's head: "Are you as comforting as you? Also, I don't call you a dead rabbit!"
Red Eagle almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words "dead rabbit".
Zhong Qingye said calmly: "Oh, dead eagle, right? Who said I was comforting you? I just don't want to see your grave." She stood up and looked at him condescendingly: "Do you understand?"
Red Eagle gritted his teeth: "Thank you for reminding me, I will live well."
Zhong Qingye narrowed his eyes and smiled, then reached out and touched his head: "Be good."
Red Eagle: "..."
Zhong Qingye walked straight out of the door, not even glancing at Ziying, who was standing in the dark and covered in cold blood. He didn't look back until he reached a place where the sun could shine, and then said without looking back: "Don't you want to talk? You are still doing it in a daze.
Well?"
After saying that, he walked away.
Ziying gave her a cold look and turned around to follow her.
"Purple Eagle!" Red Eagle called to him.
"..." Ziying turned back with an expression on her face.
Hongying had a look of frustration on his face, but his tone was quite serious: "I know you don't like the princess very much, but the prince... you and I both know the prince's character, so you must not make decisions in private. Do you understand?"
The sentence "Don't" revealed too much of his thoughts and meanings. Red Eagle's deliberately aggravated tone seemed very strong in the sunny and dark room. Ziying's voice shook him for a long time. The two people's eyes exchanged with each other, one was cold and the other was stubborn.
After a long time, Ziying said coldly: "I know, concentrate on recovering from your injuries."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
The huge room suddenly became extremely quiet. Hong Ying was sitting alone on a soft cushion wearing a big cloak. The wounds on his body were carefully bandaged. Although they were torn strips of cloth, he didn't feel frizzy at all. Hong Ying lowered his head.
He stretched out his hand and touched the wound on his chest, as if he could still feel the slightly cold temperature of the person's fingertips, as well as the gentle numbness.
His tone and expression are obviously fierce, but he has a gentle soul...
He seems to... be able to understand the prince's vision and thoughts...
"Zi Ying... I didn't want to think about... the day you were executed by the prince..."
The empty room is lonely, and the faint voice of the red hawk echoes in the house, hoarse and low, like the sound of a cello in the air, and gentle like a sigh.
"Hey, don't you want to talk to me?" Zhong Qingye stopped beside the trunk of a big tree, and looked impatiently at Ziying, who had been following her for a long time but didn't speak: "What? You were so threatening just now.
So cool, are you speechless again this time?"
Ziying paused silently and stopped behind her one meter away. His eyes were dim and long, pitch black, and all his emotions were covered by the haze.
"Stop looking at me like that, I won't accept your tricks." Zhong Qingye looked at him disdainfully: "If you have anything to say, just say it. I don't have time to mess around with you here."
"Why……"
"Why?" Zhong Qingye asked with his eyebrows twisted.
"Why...do you do that?" Ziying said slowly, his voice was just like himself, cold and stiff, the deep voice was obviously very magnetic, but it was a pity that the cold tone covered up all the advantages, making
There is no sense of appreciation in life.
"If you insist on talking like this, I think we have nothing to talk about." Zhong Qingye seemed to have lost all his patience, and his expression was a little indifferent: "I tell you again, I don't have time to waste time with you."
"Let me ask you, why do you want to bandage Hongying?" Ziying's voice was extremely cold, and he looked at her with cold eyes: "I don't have time to waste time with you."
"I think you made a mistake." Zhong Qingye narrowed his eyes, looking at him like a leopard, and walked in slowly, raising his face and almost facing him: "Between you and me, you are a slave.
I am the master. What qualifications do you have to question me?"
Ziying lowered his head slightly, their eyes collided in mid-air, and there was a faint sound of sparks.
"I am not your slave, and you are not my master." Ziying raised the corners of his lips mockingly, with a hint of contempt in his eyes: "You are just a chess piece randomly found by the prince. You have forgotten your true identity so quickly.
separated?"
"Qi Mo didn't even say a word about whether I remember my duty or not. What qualifications do you, a little slave, have to be so arrogant in front of me?" Compared to her venomous tongue, Zhong Qingye has never been afraid of anyone in her life.
This person has such a bad character, how you treat her, she will treat you the same way, no one can say that anyone is rude.
"Besides, even if I am a chess piece, it was your prince who cried and begged me to come. The eighteen-person sedan brought me in with gongs and drums. Even if you and I walk out now, you have to bow your head obediently.
I salute and address me respectfully, Princess!"
Ziying suddenly stretched out her hand, but Zhong Qingye remained motionless, letting his hand pinch her neck, and with a force of his arm, he pressed her hard against the rough trunk of the big tree.
Ziying was not polite, and the force on his fingers was very strong, but not to the point of suffocating. Zhong Qingye curved his lips mockingly, and looked at him without fear of death: "What? Don't you hate me very much? Are you right?"
Do I show mercy?"
"I really don't like you." Ziying slowly let go of his hand: "However, your value has not been exhausted yet."
"So, before Qi Mo gets tired of me, you don't dare to do anything to me, right?" Zhong Qingye stood up from the ground, slowly reached out and touched his neck, his long eyelashes were half-draped, and his eyes were like stars: "Then
…”
Snapped……
The crisp sound of a slap suddenly sounded, and Zhong Qingye raised his hand hard. Ziying's whole head was hit sideways, and half of his cheeks were red and swollen rapidly. The corner of his mouth was scratched by Zhong Qingye's nails, and red blood flowed along the sharp edge.
The arc descends.
"Since you don't dare to do anything to me, then remember your duty as a slave." Zhong Qingye raised his hand: "This slap is a reward from the princess. Remember to bow when you see me in the future. If you
If you still want to live a few more days."
The corners of her lips were raised high, and the sunlight fell through the gaps in the shade of the trees, breaking into spots on the ground. Her eyes reflected the light, extremely bright, like a high-ranking queen.
Zhong Qingye no longer had Ziying's expression on his face and left openly.
"Zhong Qingye." Ziying's voice sounded behind him, but unfortunately Zhong Qingye's footsteps did not stop at all.
"If one day you hinder the prince, I will definitely kill you!"