Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

Chapter 198 Her demonic words confuse me 29

Jiang Xinlian let go of the hilt of the sword, turned around and walked towards the window.

[Wait, wait, host! 】

086 reminded urgently: [You haven’t done the last hit yet, he’s not dead yet! 】

Jiang Xinlian: "...I hope you can remember that if I want to kill someone, I usually stab him in the head."

From the beginning, she never wanted to kill Jingrong.

Jing Rong has outstanding abilities, and his ability to predict earthquakes is always commendable. Such a rare talent is far more valuable alive than dead.

But the problem is that although the position of the Imperial Preceptor has always enjoyed a high reputation and won the trust of the people, it has never had real power in its hands. In essence, the Imperial Preceptor is the emperor's puppet, and the emperor uses the Imperial Preceptor to appease the people's emotions.

But Jing Rong is different. I don’t know how Qi considered this year to let him hold real power and let him go like this...

"He might become the first pope of Weiguo," Jiang Xinlian joked,

"In short, that's it. Now is the moment when the old and new thrones are exchanged. Let him lie down and take advantage of this opportunity to reduce his power."

Although I wanted to be gentle at first, when I suddenly saw the mask that imitated my appearance in the wooden box, I still felt a little complicated, so I was less gentle.

Jiang Xinlian walked to the window and pushed it open suddenly.

The suddenly opened window almost hit Chen Fu's nose. He bared his teeth and touched the sore tip of his nose. He met Jiang Xinlian's gaze and smiled coquettishly:

"Princess, my subordinate, I just walked around casually and ended up here."

Jiang Xinlian ignored his lame excuse and turned sideways to reveal the scene behind him: "If you don't hurry up, he will die."

Chen Fu looked over and saw Jing Rong leaning on the chair, his eyes widened: "This, this, you?!"

He looked at Jiang Xinlian's calm expression. Until this moment, he finally understood the meaning of His Highness' original instructions.

It turns out that I am not worried that the Queen Concubine will be wronged, but I am afraid that talents like the Imperial Master will die in the hands of the Queen Concubine!

He was stunned for a moment, listening to what the princess said: "Go and save him, do whatever you have to do, I'm leaving first, don't hinder me."

Then he picked up the skirt and flexibly turned out of the window.

Chen Fu slapped himself to wake himself up, and once again praised from the bottom of his heart:

"Your Highness is indeed a god at predicting events."

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Jiang Xinlian ran out for a while, and there were chaotic voices behind her.

"The Imperial Master has been assassinated!"

"Quick, seal off Fengtian Palace and catch the assassin!"

……

Jingfeng personally took the guards and followed the traces on the ground.

The further we go, the more familiar the surrounding scenery becomes.

The last traces disappeared here. Jingfeng looked up at the side hall, obviously stunned.

The guard behind him raised his sword and was about to rush in, but was stopped.

"You guys wait here."

The guard said doubtfully: "But Master Jingfeng, we..."

"I'll go in and search it myself."

The door was not closed tightly, leaving a narrow gap that could be easily pushed open.

Jingfeng pursed his lips tightly, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and walked inside step by step.

That all-too-familiar silhouette came into her eyes. She was leaning against the railing, as if waiting for someone.

That waiting attitude was like a bucket of cold water being poured over the head.

Jingfeng walked slowly behind the woman, took a deep breath and asked, "Miss Jiaotang, did you see anyone suspicious?"

He stared at her back closely, waiting for her answer.

The sudden sound disturbed her thoughts. Jiaotang turned around and looked at him, remaining silent.

After a long time, when Jingfeng had found a reason for her in his heart, he nodded gently: "You saw it, I let her go."

Seeing the sudden change in the expression of the person in front of her, anger and consternation rose in an instant, and she smiled weakly:

"This is the deal between me and her, and I do it willingly."

"you!"

Jingfeng was angry and couldn't believe it: "Do you know what she did? She assassinated the Lord!"

Over the years, he had a lot of contact with Jiaotang and knew that although she had a bad temper, she was not an ungrateful person.

She has always kept his kindness in mind, not to mention that she is his only concubine!

He couldn't figure it out. Maybe Jiang Xinlian had deceived her with her sweet words, but now was not the time to pursue this.

Jingfeng calmed down, drew his sword and was about to bypass her and chase her forward.

Unexpectedly, Jiaotang opened her arms and blocked his way.

"Jiaotang!"

Jingfeng said angrily: "Now is not the time to lose your temper, get out of the way!"

Losing his temper?

If it was so familiar, she had actually always liked what Jingfeng said, and there seemed to be some connivance hidden in her helplessness.

She shook her head: "This is the deal between me and her. I will help her escape from here, and she will vindicate my Lin family. I will not get out of the way."

"She has always been good at deceiving. Do you believe whatever she says?"

Jingfeng's eyes darkened, and the tip of his gleaming sword pointed at her chest, and said coldly: "Just because of her few words, you betrayed the Lord who is kind to you?"

Jiaotang didn't hear what he said clearly. She lowered her head and stared at the tip of the sword pointed at her, feeling the heart-wrenching sourness and sadness.

Although I was prepared, it still hurt to be treated like this.

But as the only remaining bloodline of the Lin family, she had to do something.

It was her parents who raised her and loved her, and it was her parents who used their last strength to save her from death when the family was in trouble.

Her parents had allowed her to live twice, so how could she let her parents, who valued their reputation so much, always bear the stigma.

As long as the Lin family's reputation can be cleared...

Jiaotang raised her hand to hold the sword and put it against her neck, tears filling her eyes:

"If you blame me, I will not complain even if you cut me into pieces, but now, I will not get out of the way unless you kill me."

Her determination stunned Jingfeng.

He was angry that Jiaotang had made a mistake in confusion, and he was also angry that she had threatened her own life. He was so angry that he couldn't help but say:

"My lord's matters are the most important. Do you think I won't kill you?!"

Jiaotang watched him not dodge and tightened her grip on the sword.

The two were in a stalemate.

The sharp sword cut through the woman's delicate palm, and blood fell drop by drop, gradually wetting the ground in front of her.

Jingfeng stared at the dripping blood. He had never felt that the sword in his hand was so heavy. It was so heavy that his hand was trembling slightly, and it was so heavy that he lost the strength to hold it.

He vaguely remembered some past events.

In the attic decorated with red silk and pink vines, the man lay wailing after being taught a lesson, and the beauty looked at him with tears in his eyes.

He remembered those eyes that contained gratitude and admiration, and he remembered him calling in a low voice:

"Miss Jiaotang."

……

But he is just a little guard, how can he compare with the National Master.

Jingfeng lost strength and slowly loosened his grip on the sword.

"Follow her and leave here."