Quick Wear: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

The Little Princess in the Palace (50)

  Qi Guanyu easily snatched the hairpin away.

  He flicked his fingertips under her chin lightly.

  Before he could say anything teasing, a flash of cold light suddenly appeared before his eyes. Even if he realized it, he didn't have time to completely avoid it, and the dagger pierced his shoulder blade fiercely.

  Qi Guanyu was caught off guard and was knocked down on his back by the force. He grabbed Rong Yan's hands that were holding the knife and exerted force.

  "Did I underestimate you, or was that half-dead look of yours just an act?"

  He was trying hard as he spoke, and even his facial expressions were trying hard.

  He must break the situation as soon as possible, catching Ruan Ruan is his only way to survive now.

  Rong Yan did not reply. He twisted the dagger and stirred the flesh and blood, causing Qi Guanyu to lose strength in an instant due to the pain.

  Rong Yan seized the opportunity, pulled out the dagger with both hands, and was about to pierce the heart.

  Qi Guanyu only had time to grasp the tip of the dagger a few inches to stop him. He looked at him fiercely, with blood dripping in front of his heart, and the stalemate remained like this.

  His subordinates rushed to rescue him, and the two sides got into a melee, which was completely one-sided suppression.

  The sound of fighting was heard everywhere in her ears. Ruan Ruan didn't know what she was thinking. When she came to her senses, her hand was already on Rong Yan's hand.

  The pressure of the knife tip against his heart was so great that Qi Guanyu began to panic. "You can't kill me..."

  Before he could finish his words, the blade of the dagger cut through his palm and went all the way down, and one could almost hear the sound of friction against bone.

  All submerged.

  The man who hid in the woods and shot arrows had already been killed, and the few subordinates who were still alive were also in danger.

  ——No one can save him.

  Ruan Ruan loosened her hands a little, and before she could immerse herself in the mood of killing, Rong Yan's body swayed and he was about to fall down.

  He vomited another mouthful of thick and smelly blood, and she tried her best to support him.

  The weight of a grown man was on her, but she couldn't even move him even half a step.

  "What should I do?" Her mind was blank and she murmured unconsciously.  

  A piece of red clothing appeared in her peripheral vision, and she grabbed it fiercely, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, "Save him... Help me save him!"

  A stretcher was brought in, and the two men worked together to lift Rong Yan onto the stretcher. He lay prone with his beautiful eyes slightly closed.

  Qi Guanyao squatted down and wiped the tears from her face. Her eyes followed Rong Yan, and she suddenly stood up and left.

  The hand movement failed and froze in mid-air.

  He grasped her wrist, unable to control his strength.

  "Is he the only one you have eyes for?"

  Ruan Ruan's wrist was grabbed and he watched helplessly as the soldiers carried him away with an anxious expression on his face.

  "Let me go! He got hurt so badly because of me. Can we talk about other things later?"

  There was a hint of pleading in her watery, misty eyes. She only glanced at him once before her gaze returned to the gradually shrinking figure.

  She struggled, and the thin skin on her wrist bone quickly became red and swollen.

  Qi Guanyao's eyes were terrifyingly dark, and his deep gaze fell on the red mark on the wrist bone for a long time without moving away.

  He let go of her hand and watched her run towards Rong Yan immediately.

  She didn't even look back at him.

  ...

  Inside the tent, the imperial doctors were doing their best to treat the patient.

  Basins of blood were carried out. Ruan Ruan stood outside the tent, her eyes seeming to try to see inside through the thick barrier.

  I didn't dare go in and disturb them.

  She didn't know how much time had passed. When she was allowed in, she realized that she had been standing for too long and her body was a little stiff.

  She walked slowly into the tent, the diluted smell of blood penetrated her nostrils, and the strong smell of medicine seemed to penetrate every pore.

  (End of this chapter)