Reborn, after dressing up as a vicious female supporting character

After spitting out the blood, Emperor Cheng Xiao slowly opened his eyes, but the dazzling light made him close them again quickly.

"I……"

He had just uttered one word when his voice became extremely hoarse, and a circle of blood oozed out of his lips because they had been stuck together for too long.

Shuangye quickly wiped him with Song Lianhe's special disinfectant, and then brought water with a straw made of reed stalks inserted in it.

"Your Majesty, please drink some water to moisten your throat first."

Only after Emperor Cheng Xiao drank the water did he regain consciousness.

"You saved me?"

He slowly saw the person standing in the room and was startled: "Zi, Zi Yin?!" Then his eyes were full of defense, "What do you want to do by bringing me here?"

Zhou Junlin looked at him quietly, "Father, you don't have to be so wary of me. If it weren't for me and Princess Qing, I'm afraid you would have become a dried corpse to help Concubine Zhao Hui and the Crown Prince."

Song Lianhe raised his head and glanced at the man standing in front of him. Even though there was a big fight outside, he remained neither humble nor arrogant, and his attitude was indifferent.

"There are people out there who want to kill you. Oh, yes, they want to kill us." He looked at Song Lianhe with some pity, "It's just that I've implicated you."

The corners of Song Lianhe's mouth twitched slightly.

What's with the way you look at stray cats and dogs? !

Emperor Cheng Xiao opened his mouth blankly, his expression was dull at first, and soon filled with pain.

"I have already given the throne to them, why do they want to harm me like this? I don't have much time left to live, can't they wait?"

When Song Lianhe looked at him again, he no longer had the powerful aura he had when she first met him. He just looked like a pitiful old man.

"Your Majesty, people are greedy. They got the throne, and they want your luck. They also want you to be suppressed at the bottom of the well for eternity, to be used by their descendants." She changed the subject, "In fact, think about it, their descendants are also your descendants, so it's good to keep the wealth within the family."

Zhou Junlin raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a somewhat amusing and helpless look.

Emperor Cheng Xiao then slowly turned his gaze to her, "You are... the daughter of Song Xingfeng, and the princess of Bie Wu."

"Haha," Song Lianhe smiled and said to Zhou Junlin, "Look, His Majesty still remembers me! It's rare that His Majesty can remember someone other than Concubine Zhao Hui and her son. It seems that His Majesty is doing very well."

Zhou Junlin shook his head and laughed.

You dare to make fun of the current emperor like this, aren't you afraid that he will take revenge on you later?

Emperor Cheng Xiao blushed at what she said, and asked hurriedly, "How many guards are there outside? What if..."

"Your Majesty, please be at ease. His Royal Highness Prince Ling's Golden Feather Guards and my prince's personal guard Chi Xiao are outside trying their best to protect you."

Song Lianhe also got angry just by looking at him, and didn't indulge him in his words. He said with a fake smile: "If we hadn't promised the Queen to save you, why would we come here and get killed?"

"It turns out to be my queen..."

After hearing this, Chengxiao also burst into tears.

Song Lianhe didn't want to see him perform his deep love and friendship now, so what was he doing before?

Sure enough, men are most honest when they are hanging on the wall!

After handing Emperor Chengxiao over to Futaba and Jun, she went out.

The sounds of killing were deafening all around. Emperor Cheng Xiao's room was guarded by layers of guards, so it was safe for the time being.

After the battle of Sishui City, Song Lianhe realized that he could not rely on others for his safety and must save himself first.

She took out the Emei Thorn "Ningzhan", which had been kept at her maternal grandfather's house, and brought it back this time.

She sat at the door and began to take out her bottles and jars, opened them, dipped the brush in the contents, and applied it little by little.

Zhou Junlin came to her side and looked at her curiously. "Is it too late to take care of her now?"

Song Lianhe didn't even raise his eyelids, his eyes were focused, and he responded, "It's not maintenance, it's stewing poison!"

Her best skill is using poison, so she has to make use of her strengths.

After simmering Ning Zhan, she took out the needle bag and brushed each silver needle with poison without distinction. If you don't have her antidote, you will have to wait to see the King of Hell!

Seeing how serious she was, Zhou Junlin actually moved a chair and sat next to her.

If there weren't the shouts of war and killing outside, he wouldn't mind just sitting here and watching the prosperity and the peace with her.

Song Lianhe turned his head and frowned at him.

What do you like? I just watch people cook poison!

Not only did she coat the needle with poison, she also put poison powder in her fingernails.

Zhou Junlin couldn't help but laugh: "I told you that no one will hurt you as long as I'm here."

Song Lianhe didn't believe it. "Didn't you leave me and go to Song Xilan when you had something to do before? So, it's better to rely on yourself than on others! Only you can be the protector!"

Zhou Junlin's expression froze, and he slowly lowered his eyes, "Those things still make you sad."

Song Lianhe paused, looked up at him and said, "Uh, don't get me wrong, I'm not taking this opportunity to be hypocritical! We've come to this point in our conversation, so I'm just taking this opportunity to protest on behalf of the original owner. Besides, you didn't do anything wrong, you just don't like it, that's not a fault."

He suddenly asked, "What if you like it?"

At the same time, something flew over here, a large shadow, very fast, with sparks -

Zhou Junlin reacted quickly, stepped forward, hugged her and rolled to the side.

It turned out to be torches, which were thrown over while burning.

This is an attempt to attack with fire!

Song Lianhe sneered. This trick again!

Half of the houses in Sishui City were destroyed by fire.

Ancient buildings were mostly made of wood, and once a fire broke out, it would be uncontrollable. How could she make the same mistake twice?

She took out a whistle and blew into the air.

Then, a falcon appeared.

Chunhua circled in the air and chirped three times in succession, two long and one short.

Then, all the Taoists in Daoyuan Temple seemed to appear out of thin air, and all ran over with water bags, cotton and ladders. They put out any fire they encountered on the way, and when they reached the upstairs, they wet the quilts and spread them on the roof or on the railings and doors and windows. Their speed was astonishingly fast.

The torch that was thrown over was immediately extinguished when it hit the wet quilt.

After protecting the quiet room, the Taoists immediately rushed to the main hall. In short, they could not let a fire destroy this foundation of hundreds of years!

Song Lianhe stood in the corridor on the second floor with her hands on her hips. She was covered with a quilt, so even pouring kerosene would be useless!

"So, those people who came to participate in the free clinic brought more or less old clothes and quilts. It seems that they were prepared for the Taoists in the temple, but in fact they were prepared to prevent fire attacks?"

Behind him was Zhou Junlin's admiring voice.

"I died once in Surabaya City, and I will never let it happen again!"

From the first day when he came here, seeing these ancient wooden buildings, Song Lianhe felt panic inexplicably. At that time, he had only one thought: If I set fire to them, wouldn't it be a complete burn?

Therefore, she started planning early, drew a fire prevention area map, and divided the firefighting areas for the Taoists. Free clinics were indeed the best cover. On that day, Xuan Mei and others used the opportunity to distribute old clothes and quilts to explore every room. In addition, they left Taoists in the room to mend old clothes and made them into clothes and quilts.

Even Concubine Zhao Hui's people at that time did not understand the mystery. They just wondered why the Taoists were doing needlework in their respective rooms?

So, this is the source!