Chu Qiao's heart was in her throat at this moment, hoping that Mao Dasong would stop hesitating. If he ran fast, this matter would be over.
But just when Mao Dasong was about to let go, but was afraid of being caught, suddenly a cold wind blew in the air, followed by a soft "pop" sound, and a cold light flashed in front of Chu Qiao's eyes, and she seemed to see a black shadow.
Jumping up, the speed is extremely fast, and there is a sharp sword blade.
"puff"
Something hot was sprayed on Chu Qiao's face, with an unpleasant smell of blood.
Then Mao Dasong's arm was completely released from her neck, and fell at her feet with a thud. The kitchen knife also fell out of his hand and fell under the rockery.
Chu Qiao was frightened by the sudden turn of events. She stood blankly, her eyes slowly lowered and moved to Mao Dasong's body. There was a bloody hole on his neck, and blood was still splattering on his body.
Twitching...
Chu Qiao felt that her head went blank and numb for a moment. She slowly raised her head and saw Chong Ximo standing in front of her, still holding the bloody sword in his hand.
He killed Mao Dasong.
Chu Qiao gasped for breath, her chest felt suffocating, then her vision went dark, her body shook a few times, and she fell down.
Chu Qiao couldn't explain why things developed to this point, and she couldn't figure it out. Although Mao Dasong was despicable and made things difficult for her, and even had evil intentions, she cursed her countless times in her heart and never thought of letting her go.
He dies.
At that moment, Mao Dasong almost decided to put down his kitchen knife and leave secretly, but the appearance of Chong Ximo ended everything completely.
Blood kept spraying in front of Chu Qiao's eyes, Mao Dasong's body was twitching, and she could even see the blood flowing down drop by drop on Chong Ximo's sword.
"Ah, no!"
Chu Qiao suddenly sat up, gasping in horror, and beads of sweat flowed down her forehead. It was almost dawn outside, and everything seemed calm. Did that thing really happen?
, it was still a dream of hers. Chu Qiao's eyes widened, and she turned around and found An Ge standing beside the bed, and two palace maids were busy.
"You're awake." An Ge said.
"Where is Mao Dasong?" Chu Qiao asked suddenly, her eyes still a little dull.
"Dead."
Ange answered simply, without any concealment, and didn't even want to comment on it.
"Dead, dead?"
Really dead? Chu Qiao looked at An Ge blankly. She couldn't believe it was true. Mao Dasong actually died like this? Even if An Ge answered her, Chu Qiao still felt that what happened last night was not real enough. Maybe she would return to
In the imperial dining room, Mao Dasong would come towards her and treat her with disdain.
But the memory of last night became clear again, and Chu Qiao saw Mao Dasong twitching at her feet.
"Mistress Chongda arrived in time and took over." Ange continued, then turned around, walked to the side, and fiddled with something. A faint medicinal fragrance came out, and the smell was the same as what she smelled in the dining hall.
.
"He...killed him?"
This was a question that didn't require an answer. An Ge turned his head and answered.
Chu Qiao became silent. She sat on the bed blankly. She was still in a trance for a long time. Chong Ximo actually came. It was not a dream. He solved the situation in the simplest and fastest way.
.
Breathing deeply, Chu Qiao closed her eyes and tried to shake off the frightening scene, but she really couldn't.
There is no doubt that Chong Ximo's sudden appearance saved her life again, but this time, Chu Qiao really couldn't say thank you. In the situation at that time, Mao Dasong almost gave up. If Chong Ximo could slow down for a while.
Slow down, patiently observe the situation, maybe Mao Dasong doesn't have to die, and things don't have to be like this.
Chu Qiao slowly opened her eyes, relaxed her mood, and looked around. She found that this was not her residence, but a strange but spacious room. The walls were made of bamboo tubes. It was very simple and very...
In particular, the furnishings in the room are almost all carved from wood. There is a small wooden square beside a wooden vase.
"Where is this?" Chu Qiao asked.
"My residence." An Ge replied.
An Ge's residence? Chu Qiao subconsciously looked at the bed. There was no doubt that this was An Ge's bed. How could she be here? It seemed like she had changed her clothes.
"Why am I...here?" Chu Qiao quickly got out of bed and stood aside cautiously. Her eyes couldn't help but look around. Why did Yuchu Ange live in such a big room alone? The decoration was so strange.
Looking back, Chu Qiao found that her clothes had also changed, and she was wearing a green maid's dress, which was the service of the harem maids.
Chu Qiao pinched her skirt uneasily and did not dare to raise her eyes.
"Don't worry, the palace maid changed your clothes for you."
An Ge turned around and glanced at Chu Qiao, with a faint smile on his face.
"You can stay here and rest for a day."
"No, no need." Chu Qiao smiled awkwardly. How could she stay in a man's room? An Ge was not an imperial chef or a eunuch. If the words spread out, it would be unpleasant.
"Are you worried that someone is talking nonsense? Don't worry, no one dares to say it." An Ge continued to fiddle with a medicine jar on the stove, with a smile still hanging on his lips.
No one dares to say that just because he is an imperial chef? Chu Qiao did not have this confidence. She took a step forward and looked at An Ge's medicine jar curiously.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"It's an old problem, my legs are ailing." An Ge replied, then he picked up the shaking photon and poured it into a porcelain bowl.
"Leg disease?" Chu Qiao was curious. When An Ge walked, he seemed to be normal, and he didn't seem to have any leg disease.
"If you have a leg problem, you may not be lame."
An Ge put down the medicine jar, turned around and looked at Chu Qiao with a smile.
"When I was eight years old, I experienced a catastrophic disaster and my right leg was almost disabled, so the leg disease remained."
"What kind of disaster?" Chu Qiao asked curiously.
An Ge suddenly laughed and whispered to Chu Qiao: "I don't want to talk about unhappy things, but if you want to know..."
"No, since you are unhappy, forget it."
Chu Qiao laughed awkwardly, shook her hand, and took two steps back. When she turned her eyes, she realized that the two palace maids had gone out at some point, and she and An Ge were the only two people left in the room. She felt a little embarrassed.
"I'd better go back. Thank you for what happened yesterday." Chu Qiao said in a low voice.
"You should thank Mr. Chong. He saved you. I'm not that good at it. All I can do is persuade Mao Dasong to give up. Unfortunately..." An Ge didn't say the next words. It's a pity that he didn't know how to do it.
After all, it was a pity that Mao Dasong lost his life.
An Ge walked slowly to the table, picked up the small wooden cube, pushed it casually a few times, and handed it to Chu Qiao.
"Take it, you can play with it, and you can also save your life."