Transmigrated into a vicious female supporting role, reborn as a hostage to the paranoid male protag

"Brother, you mentioned Master Kong. After he died, could he see Nangong Jiuyue?" Su Yingxue looked at the moon outside the window with a doubt in her mind. What kind of existence was Nangong Jiuyue?

Chu Xingchen felt her low mood. Today, Master Lekong passed on all of his pure and powerful true qi that he had cultivated for decades to him. Although some parts of his body had not yet been fully integrated with the qi, his internal strength had become much stronger.

"Sister, I don't know if a person will meet the person they want to see after they die." Chu Xingchen walked to Su Yingxue's side, followed her gaze, and said softly, "But I know that I will always be with you, sister."

Chu Xingchen looked at Su Yingxue with eyes filled with lingering tenderness and an inextricable tenderness. He looked at her with eyes like water and said softly, "As my sister said, let's walk hand in hand and support each other."

Chu Xing silently watched the woman sitting quietly in the moonlight before him. The moonlight fell quietly like frost, sprinkling on her body. Her skin looked even whiter under the moonlight, whiter than snow, and even more beautiful.

Sister, as long as you are willing, Chu Xingchen is willing to accompany you and protect you.

"I don't know if we will meet again after death. I only know that I will always protect you, always be with you, walk hand in hand with you, and advance and retreat together."

I am willing to be with you for the rest of my life. Chu Xingchen looked at Su Yingxue in front of him, and he suddenly remembered the first time he saw her.

In fact, Su Yingxue never knew about their first meeting.

That was when he first came to Dasheng. He lived in the cold palace, was poorly clothed and poorly fed, and was filthy. He also had endless work to do every day.

At that time, the people of Dasheng deeply hated the people of Daqi. The two countries had been at war, resulting in countless casualties. Therefore, every Dasheng person wanted to bully him, the Daqi hostage, to vent their hatred.

That day, he was beaten to the point of being unable to bear it any longer, so he bit the arm of the eunuch who bullied him. Then he was kicked away by the eunuch. The eunuch looked at his bleeding arm and said to him harshly, "You son of a bitch, you like to bite people, right? Then you can just starve here!"

"Come here, lock the door and starve him for ten days or so! Until he kneels down and begs for mercy. We want to see if this little dog's stomach is as hard as his mouth!" The eunuch ordered people to lock the door of the cold palace.

He was imprisoned for a day and a night, and was so hungry that he felt uncomfortable all over. Finally, one night, he could not bear it any longer and climbed over the wall of a tree to escape from the cold palace.

He dodged and ran along the way, and some people hid in the bushes. He ran all the way along the road until he ran into a huge garden.

He hid in the bushes and crouched among the trees and shrubs, hoping to find some edible wild fruits to satisfy his hunger.

Although Chu Xingchen was young, he knew that no one in the Dasheng Palace liked him. They beat him, bullied him, and looked down on him. It was as if they hated him deeply.

Chu Xingchen didn't know why.

But he had learned to be cautious and avoid people like them if he could.

He found a loquat tree in the grass, so he climbed up the tree skillfully, sat on the tree, picked the ripe loquats and ate them in big mouthfuls.

He was eating happily when he suddenly heard a whimpering sound coming from not far away.

Why is there a crying little girl here?

Chu Xingchen was very surprised. Could it be that someone else was bullied like her?

Chu Xingchen picked a few more ripe fruits and hid them in his arms. Curiosity made him climb down the tree and follow the sound of the crying. He saw a delicate little girl, dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes, squatting by the lake crying under the moonlight.

Chu Xingchen quietly walked over and now he saw clearly the little girl. She had a fair and tender face, a pair of big, watery eyes, and tears all over her face. She was so beautiful, as delicate as the porcelain doll in his father's palace, so beautiful that it was heartbreaking.

"Don't cry." Chu Xingchen took out the loquat from his arms, wiped it with his sleeve, and handed it to the little girl in front of him.

"Eat some fruit, it's sweet. After eating it, you won't want to cry anymore." Chu Xingchen said concisely.

The little girl stopped crying when she heard that. She looked up and saw the man in front of her. He was wearing tattered clothes, with a bruised face and dirty appearance. He only had a loquat in his hand.

"Little brother, are you hurt?" The little girl stood up and saw his face covered with wounds and blood at the corner of his mouth. She took out the embroidered handkerchief in her arms and gently wiped the dirt off his face.

"Little brother, your face is dirty. Grandma said that when you get hurt, you have to clean the wound and apply medicine." The little girl's baby voice was as fragrant as jasmine in the dark night, light and quiet.

"Little brother, it doesn't hurt." The little girl spoke in a baby voice, with crystal tears still on her face. At this moment, she carefully took out the plaster that her grandma used on her when she fell from her arms.

The little girl opened it, and with her soft and round little fingers, she gently stuck it on and carefully applied the medicine to him.

The little girl's face was clearly covered in tears, but she blew gently on the wound at the corner of his mouth and told him in a baby voice, "Little brother, Axue will blow on you, and it will stop hurting you."

She was a clean and beautiful little girl, but she didn't mind that he was dirty at all.

For the first time, someone felt sorry for him and wondered if he was in pain. For some reason, Chu Xingchen's eyes became moist.

For the first time, someone didn't hit or scold him. Instead, they cared about whether he was hurt. Chu Xingchen's heart softened silently, and something in his heart seemed to melt.

After applying the medicine, the little girl took the fruit he had given her, sat in the pavilion, and asked him in a baby voice, "Little brother, who is so mean that he always beats you?"

Chu Xingchen remained silent. After a long while, he asked her, "What about you? Why are you crying so pitifully?"

"Is anyone bullying you too?" Chu Xing's eyes were dim as he looked at the little crybaby in front of him.

"No, no one bullies me." The little crybaby lowered his head sadly after hearing this.

"Then why are you crying?" Chu Xingchen asked calmly. What a little crybaby, she cries when no one hits her. He is different, he won't cry even if others hit him to death, he is a little man.

Today he bit the man who beat him up. Although he was beaten even harder, he felt relieved.

"Axue is crying because she clearly didn't put ink in the teacher's tea, nor did she tear up the teacher's book, nor did she draw a turtle on the teacher's face." The little girl said in a baby voice, "But Axue doesn't understand why the teacher doesn't believe Axue. He said Axue is stubborn and wants to kick her out of the school."

"My brother and sister-in-law heard about it, but they didn't believe Axue. No matter what Axue said, they didn't believe Axue and wanted to kick Axue out of the school..." the little girl said in a baby voice. She looked depressed, and her eyes were filled with tears.