After attacking the tyrant, I held the wrong thigh

Chapter 38

Jing Xu hated him very much.

Because he never gave Jing Xu's father a minute in the book.

I hate him even more for killing Siwen's family.

If these annoyances were only the most elementary, then after having Jingyue, the contrast between a princess without blood, the favor bestowed by heaven and Jing Xu's desolation, would chill her the most.

When I first read this book, I just thought that the heroine Jingyue is really a smart and kind person, and I didn't notice the poor princess Jingxu who only had three sentences.

But when she became Jing Xu, looking at Jing Yu from Jing Xu's point of view was really chilling.

Why live but not raise.

And I just wanted to attack such an annoying character, if I hadn't counted all the results of fleeing, the result would be a big ominous appearance.

She will definitely not please this tyrant.

She will definitely fly away with Siwen and live a happy and carefree life.

Thinking of this, Jing Xu sighed slightly. If someone has to bear some of the process in life, then let her do it this time. I hope that Siwen's world in this book will have a happy ending.

Jing Xu came to his big bed, took a thin silk quilt, and covered him with difficulty with his feet.

The moment she touched him, Jing Yu opened his eyes, grabbed her, and pressed a dagger that came from nowhere to her neck.

Everything happened in an instant, Jing Xu didn't even manage to make a sound, and almost shouted in a terrified voice: "Father, it's me..."

Hearing the familiar voice, the murderous look in Jing Yu's eyes receded, leaving only laziness, took the dagger away, and let go of her.

"Why didn't anyone report it?" Jing Yu moved his neck lazily, as if he was very tired.

Jing Xu adjusted his mentality, and forced a smile: "I won't let them report, I will give Father a surprise first."

Well now, there is only surprise but no joy.

"No, these are flowers for my father." She stretched out her hand and handed it to Jing Yu, although she was a little wrinkled by the action just now.

Looking at the crumpled flowers, Jing Xu's head was covered with cold sweat, he might screw up again.

Sure enough, Jing Yu didn't intend to pick it up, but raised his chin: "Put it in that vase."

Jing Xu breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the direction of his chin, ran wildly with his calves, and inserted the flowers into the vase.

Jing Yu, on the other hand, looked at the quilt on his body and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You covered me?" Jing Yu got up from the imperial concubine's couch, closed his open skirt, and put on his shoes.

Jing Xu stood beside the vase and nodded: "Well, I'm afraid Father will be cold."

Originally, he thought that he would get Jing Yu's praise, but in fact, he kicked the quilt aside and said coldly: "It's unnecessary, how can a martial arts practitioner know the cold."

Jing Xu's smile froze on his face, as if he had swallowed a fly.

But she didn't dare to make any angry and angry moves.

Jing Yu got up, walked down slowly, walked up to her, bent down and looked at her: "Have you rested at noon?"

Jing Xu shook her head subconsciously: "Not yet."

"En." Jing Yu stretched out his hand, hugged Jing Xu into his arms, and walked into the bedroom.

After placing her inside, she lay outside by herself.

Jing Xu didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only blink his eyes and look at Jing Yu.

Jing Yu didn't look at her, but closed his eyes again: "Nap."

Jing Xu quickly closed her eyes, but because it was too cold in the palace, she shivered slightly.

After an unknown amount of time, a quilt fell on him.

And there was a sound of sound sleep nearby.

(End of this chapter)