The fourth master of the Qing Dynasty escaped from his concubine

What are you running for?

The emperor looked at Qian Lanlan's retreating steps with displeasure, and wondered what had happened to this man?

Shouldn't I give him a hand?

His waist was hurting to death, and the emperor complained in his heart. If he didn't pull it, it would be hard to prevent his hand from slipping off.

"Come here quickly and pull me up!" He shouted in a rough voice, with anger in his tone. If it were normal, anyone who wasn't a dick would have run up to serve him.

The person in front of her was no slave. When she heard the words, she did not move forward, but took a step back, as if the person in front of her was a god of plague and wanted to run away far away.

There was a shudder in his throat. The emperor didn't understand what the money meant. The anger in his eyes was so intense that his eyes were scarlet.

"Come here—" His sharp teeth spat out before the words could be spoken.

Qian Lanlan shook his head and made a nasal sound of rejection: "Hmm~" He still showed no intention of moving forward.

"I will kill all nine of your tribes." After the emperor said this, he stopped chatting with Qian Lanlan and climbed up the vines while enduring the pain.

Kill the nine tribes? Qian Lanlan didn't seem to hear anything and walked straight towards the fire, as if those words didn't threaten her.

Dragging his bloody injured leg, the emperor also walked to the fire and sat down opposite Qian Lanlan without any courtesy at all.

The blood on his legs was flowing slowly, and the emperor's face was as pale as the moon, bloodless, and very weak.

Qian Lanlan looked at the emperor's face calmly, thinking about how to push the person into a desperate situation and then give him a life-saving straw to dispel the emperor's resentment towards her.

"Why didn't you save me just now?" The emperor glanced at her.

Covering the wound on his foot, he could feel the blood flowing in his hand through the brocade cloth.

"I can't be saved..." Qian Lanlan looked down at the emperor and murmured: "You're so fat, what if you drag me down..."

The emperor raised his eyebrows. He looked at Qian Lanlan with his turbid white eyes. He knew nothing about her, but he knew that this person was very selfish and could compete with him.

Oh, you said something about him being fat, so quietly, you thought you couldn’t hear me because you were old, right?

"Am I very fat?" The emperor chuckled, unfathomable pools of water stirring in his eyes.

Forehead?

He heard it.

Qian Lanlan scratched his cheek, looking awkwardly at the emperor's bad beard with slightly apologetic eyes, and thought to himself: Don't you have any idea?

She pretended to be soft and said: "Fortunately, to be precise, he is strong."

The emperor laughed loudly after hearing this, and his eyes narrowed, like two wrinkles hanging on his eye sockets, sewing the old eyeballs inside.

"You're a very interesting girl."

Ah!

Qian Lanlan stared at the old emperor with wide eyes, then lowered his head and looked at the flat surface under the vertical chin. There was no bulge!

Then I subconsciously touched the watermelon hat on my head. Although it was a little crooked, my hair was not exposed at all!

What kind of blindness does the old emperor have, can you tell?

"Don't be nervous, haha." The emperor smiled and said, "I am the emperor and I have countless women."

Ah~ No wonder, the old age of those who have a harem is a sign of more experience, tsk tsk!

The old sp was right across the street, and Qian Shanlan didn't know how he could sit still.

"Who are you, and why do you appear in the forest?" The emperor put his feet close to the fire, trying to let the fire solidify the blood.

"I am a friend of the old fourteenth. I went into the forest to collect herbs, and the cloth bag on my horse contained the herbs I collected." She said frankly, glancing at the old emperor's bloody old leg.

"Going into the mountains so late?" The emperor was very suspicious. The thought that there would always be someone trying to harm me had long been ingrained in his mind, and he didn't believe most of what Qian Lanlan said.

"Yes, my brother was poisoned in the middle of the night." Qian Lanlan said calmly.

"Oh, it doesn't look like it." The emperor looked at her, shook his head and said, "The expression doesn't look like it."

Qian Lanlan thought for a while and added: "Not my biological brother."

It seems a little more believable to say this. The emperor's eyes are like the water surface that flickers in and out, dark and bright, making it impossible to guess what he is thinking.

After staring at the person for a while, he asked again: "Isn't it worth it for you to go into the forest in the middle of the night and risk being eaten by wild beasts if you are not your biological brother?"

"I'm happy." Qian Lanlan looked up and said proudly, without the slightest bit of despicability in his tone.

Seeing this, the emperor was furious and wanted to say "I will punish your nine tribes" again.

Being chased by the emperor again and again, Qian Lanlan didn't want to be caught by him again this time, so he asked: "Are you really the emperor?"

Are there still fake ones?

The emperor frowned, even his nose wrinkled, his displeasure was all written on his face, he clenched his fist and said, "I am the emperor!"

"Don't question it, otherwise..."

Qian Lanlan took the words and said: "Kill my nine tribes?"

She knew him quite well. The emperor glared at her and said, "It's good to know."

Qian Lanlan said softly: "Humph."

With a slap in the face, the emperor glared at Qian Ruanlan displeasedly, "There's no etiquette at all!"

"Who knows if you are a fake emperor?" She sneered, glancing at the emperor's bloody head.

"You..." He poked out a blood-stained finger, twitching the corner of his mouth and glaring at the rotten money.

"So embarrassed!" Qian Lanlan laughed, his eyes filled with laughter at the emperor's downfall.

"You actually question me!" The emperor's voice was full of anger, his brows were tightened, his fists were clenched into hard stones, and anger was burning in his chest.

With a sneer, Qian Lanlan stretched out the hand hidden in his arms to warm the fire and said, "Apart from your temper, you really don't look like an emperor."

"Is there any emperor like you who comes to the forest to feed the wolves in the middle of the night alone like you, without even a confidant?" Qian Lanlan said with a curl of his lips, trying his best to present himself as someone who did not believe in Kangxi's identity.

Didn't you see it?

All dead!

All fed to the wolves!

The emperor was roaring in his heart and said sarcastically: "The tiger fell flat and was bullied by the dog."

Knowing that the emperor called her a dog, Qian Lanlan did not respond angrily, and only said: "That's not necessarily true. What if your old man doesn't know himself and can't even tell whether he is a dog or a tiger."

What does this mean? ? !

"You called me a dog?" the emperor asked angrily.

"Really? Why is your understanding so..." Qian Lanlan paused before saying, "It must be a tiger who bullies a dog."

"You!" The emperor choked, his face wrinkled, and he glared at Qian Luan, adding to his anger.

"Hehe." She smiled, her eyelids piled up like two crescent mountains.

"Don't be angry, old man. Only the emperor can get angry easily. We ordinary people shouldn't have that temper. Be careful and it will damage your health."

She still smiled innocently, like a little girl who cared about her grandfather, but her words revealed her disbelief in the emperor's identity.

I am really the emperor!

Really!

Kangxi beat his chest angrily, breathing a little hastily, and his lips were white and peeling like a layer of dry tissue paper.

It seemed that he had lost too much blood. Qian Lanlan thought in his mind that this was correct.

But, how to take advantage of this?

You can't directly stop his bleeding, and you can't help but save him. The former will get you no benefit at all, and the latter will make your conscience difficult to deal with.

Qian Lanlan pinched his chin and looked at the fire in trance. What should I do? What should I do? ? The emperor stared at Qian Lanlan for a moment, and saw her eyelashes spreading a fluffy brush on her eyelids, making her eyelashes look very thick.

He shifted his gaze to her clenched little hands: "What are you thinking about?" He looked struggling.

Then, he cast his eyes on the small wooden box and waited for Qian Shanlan's answer.

"I, I don't think it's good for us, a man and a woman alone, to live together in the same room." She said sarcastically.

"Oh~" The wounds on the emperor's feet, waist, and abdomen were very painful, but he still smiled and said with narrowed eyes: "What do you mean..."

"What should I do to be worthy of this beautiful scenery?"

With his eyes narrowed, Qian Lanlan suddenly had such a word pop up in his mind. Sure enough, the emperor who had a harem was a wolf.

I don’t even think about whether the wounds on my body will bleed out!

"Huh!" She also narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Are you as bloody as you?" She glared at the emperor's face, shook her head and said, "I can't bear the trouble!"

Indeed, he was just saying it to liven up the atmosphere!

Now I just feel weak all over, and I don't know if I can survive until dawn. The emperor is very worried, covering the wound with his hand, and blood seeps into the gaps between his fingers.

Oops, something seemed wrong again. He looked at Qian Lanlan's shameless face and really couldn't understand how a girl could talk about these dirty jokes so openly.

"Why are women disguising themselves as men?" The emperor's eyes were tired and bloodshot as he scanned Qian's rotten attire.

"Isn't it bad to be a man?" Qian Lanlan asked.

Smiling, she added: "This kind of dirty jokes can only smell so bad when said by a man."

It seems that Kangxi could not imagine any of his concubines saying such dirty words to him, and he could not say such dirty words to any of his concubines that was insulting to the emperor's style.

Then Qian Lanlan lamented: "In this era, many things are created by men..." Women are too restrained!

"So, I'd better be a blue man..." His eyes were sad, but Qian Lanlan smiled.

"Oh." Squinting his eyes, Kangxi felt that this girl's statement was novel and fresh. He had never heard of it before, and felt a little strangely turbulent in his heart.

Qian Lanlan held her chin up, and the firelight jumped on both sides of her like a fish, jumping back and forth, the wind was moving, she said: "Old man, are you feeling sleepy and tired?"

The emperor blinked tiredly and said angrily: Don't call me old man. But no more energy.

Seeing that the man was about to fall down, Qian Lanlan stood up from the stone and walked behind the old emperor. The emperor was really anemic and fell down weakly. His brain hit Qian Lanlan's leg hard.

Finally... this guy was consumed, Qian Lanlan sighed in his heart, and started to drag him up, struggling to carry him to a big stone over there.

"Bang——" After the impact, the emperor woke up from pain, clutching his sore waist, he frowned and said:

"You stinky girl, what are you going to do to me?"

Qian Lanlan put his hands on his hips and cursed: "Old man, you're addicted to playing the emperor, aren't you?"

No, it doesn't seem like it?

The emperor stared at the rotten money, why didn't he believe it?

She warned: "Watch your mouth, be careful not to get into trouble!"

It sounded like he was doing good for him. The emperor was very suspicious. Why did this man not believe him from beginning to end? It was hard to tell who was acting!

Let's see what she wants to do.

After puckering his lips, the emperor saw Qian Lanlan shaking out a shining silver dagger. The firelight hit him and reflected into his eyes, stinging but waking him up.

"What are you going to do?" he asked warily, as if the knife was about to cut the aorta next to his throat in the next second.

"Hehe." Seeing the emperor's defensive look, Qian Lanlan smiled proudly, a little evilly, and waved the dagger in his hand, and more reflected light penetrated the emperor's tired but daring eyes.

There were flashes of sword light, threats, Qian Lanlan was very good at handling it, and the emperor's face became more and more pale and bloodless in the sword lights one after another.

"I'm not going to kill you anyway." Qian Lanlan showed her white teeth on the ground like bones, and the emperor couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

She added: "Don't forget that I stopped the bleeding for you before." As she spoke, she poked the wound on the old emperor's abdomen with the handle of the dagger.

It hurt a lot, and the emperor's face was covered in cold sweat. He was really afraid that the wound would burst and his intestines or something would fall out.

Suddenly, he jumped up and pushed Qian Shanlan away. Then, he lifted up his clothes and looked at the wound carefully.

Not cracked!

It was amazing. He was jumping wildly, rolling on cliffs, climbing vines, and all these strenuous exercises could not break the wound.

There was only a bulging scar on it, a line of defense formed by the clotted blood.

Why?

It didn't break even when the knife was brought close to it. Could it be that this is an indestructible wound? ?

How amazing!

The rumored knife tip medicine has such miraculous effects!

Qian Lanlan stood up from the ground, patted the gravel on his butt, and leaned his head over to look at the wound. There was no bleeding, which meant it was healing well.

She nodded reassuringly.

The tip of her knife is indeed extraordinary, making all wounds the strongest line of defense.

When she nodded, she was caught off guard, and the emperor's red eyes penetrated her pupils like a drilling machine, a pair of turbid eyes full of doubts.

"Why, the old man thinks I want to murder you?" She poked at the old emperor's thoughts, and her words penetrated the old emperor's heart like a gun.

Indeed, the old emperor never thought Qian Lanlan was a good person.

Full of doubts, the emperor asked: "Where did you get that knife-point medicine?"

"Haha," Qian Lanlan said with a smile on his lips, "My medicine is good, isn't it?"

She was so good that she had nothing to say. The emperor looked at her silently, his eyes like bullets with fire, and he wanted to poke two holes in her face to see what she was like.

"What are you thinking about?" Qian Lanlan said, patting his heart with one hand and knocking him off the stone bed. The emperor was so shocked that he almost vomited blood.

Then, he saw Qian Lanlan reach out to lift up his trouser legs and pull the fabric embedded in his flesh. The pain was like stabbing a knife, and the emperor took a deep breath.

He clasped his fingers on the slate.

"What are you doing?"

Qian Lanlan comforted him and said, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I'll look at your injuries."

The emperor was hesitating whether to believe it or not when his boots moved as if they were about to be taken off. He looked down and saw...

Qian Lanlan wrinkled his face, held his hands for a moment, and seemed unwilling to continue taking them off. Then he slapped the sole of his boots and slapped them back.

During the whole process, her face was twitching, as if he had taken off his socks and stuffed them into her nostrils, which was extremely disgusting.

Just taking that look made Kangxi feel inferior.

All the slaves who serve him are well aware of the smelly feet. How can any brainless person dare to show his face like this?

Qian Lanlan took out the shiny dagger again and cut the fabric at the wound wider. Then he inserted the dagger into the sunken fabric and suddenly pulled it out with force.

The pain was huge, as if a piece of flesh had been picked. The old emperor kept sucking in the cold air, the flesh on his face twitched, and his bones creaked.

There was no obstruction from the cloth, and blood emerged from the large opening, gushing outward like spring water, as if a fire was heating it underneath.

However, the matter was not over, there were still several small rags hidden inside the meat.

As cruel as ever, Qian Lanlan was still merciless. He inserted the bloody dagger into Xiaobu again, picked it hard, and threw it out.

He spread his palms, palms down, and pressed them against the cold stone slab. The emperor felt that this was the only way to relieve the pain.

He buttoned it again and again, and Qian Shanlan picked out the bloody strips of cloth from the flesh again and again. The wounds were as ugly as a dog's mouth, and it was almost unbearable to look at it.

She took out the knife-tip medicine from the wooden box and poured it down generously. The blood flow like a tidal wave instantly formed a hard scar across her thigh.

"Huh--" When it was over, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.