Zhang Kexin gave an order and all the maids in the room retreated. She sat on the chair beside the bed, looked at the charming girl lying on the bed and asked: "Yuehua, tell me, how is country Z?
Is it fun?"
Wen Ziling felt that the girl next to her was very kind. Although she was a princess, she had no airs at all. She nodded and said, "It's good. There are many interesting places. Why, haven't you been there?"
Zhang Kexin sighed and said: "I have been there once. When I was very young and could not walk yet, I went with my parents to Country Z to look for Chunmei's mother. My mother told me. Unfortunately, I was too old at that time.
Little, I don’t remember anything.”
"Then you can go there once in the future."
"Well, I will definitely go. If my parents hadn't insisted, I would have gone to Country Z to find someone."
Wen Ziling asked curiously: "Who are you looking for?"
Zhang Kexin pretended to smile mysteriously, "It's a secret, I won't tell you." Then he lowered his voice like a thief and continued: "My father gave an order that that person's name is not allowed to be mentioned in the palace, otherwise he will be severely punished."
Wen Ziling wondered who that person was, which made Zhang Xiaofeng so dissatisfied that his name could not be mentioned in the palace!
"What's your name?"
"Zhang Kexin, the elders like to call me Xinxin baby. It sounds awful. You can call me Kexin. By the way, how old are you?"
"Seventeen years old."
Zhang Kexin clapped her hands in surprise and screamed: "Great, I am also seventeen years old, we are the same age."
Wen Ziling said with a smile: "Really? That's a coincidence."
The two girls quickly got to know each other, chatting and laughing. Zhang Kexin stayed until five o'clock in the afternoon before leaving. Then, at dinner time, the palace maid walked in with a food box and brought four exquisite dishes.
Put it on the table with a bowl of rice and invite Wen Ziling to eat.
Wen Ziling, who was full of worries, only ate less than half a bowl of rice and said, "I'm full." The maid cleaned up the leftover soup and rice on the table.
As dusk fell, Wen Ziling stood in front of the window and looked at the brightly lit palace scenery, sighing softly, how wonderful it would be if I didn't carry the hatred of the previous generation. In that case, I could stay with the one I love.
lifelong!
I don't know how much time passed, but a palace maid came to her side with gentle steps and said respectfully: "Miss, the soup is ready. Can you drink it while it's hot?"
"Well, put it on the table and I'll drink it later."
The maid carefully placed the porcelain bowl containing the soup on the table, turned around and walked out.
Wen Ziling stood there for more than two hours. She didn't turn around until she heard footsteps at the door.
The person who walked in was the enemy Zhang Xiaofeng, a handsome and majestic middle-aged man. Wearing a black robe, he glanced at the soup on the table and asked kindly: "Why don't you drink the medicine? Are you afraid it is poisonous?"
Wen Ziling said with some embarrassment: "No... I'm not used to drinking hot decoctions, so I left them there to dry for a while."
"I guess it's almost dry now, so drink it quickly."
"Yeah." Wen Ziling agreed, walked over, picked up the porcelain bowl and drank the full soup with frowning eyebrows. She didn't know what was in the soup. It was very bitter, almost as bitter as coptis.
When he put down the porcelain bowl, Zhang Xiaofeng had already poured a glass of water and handed it over, saying, "Let's sip it."
"Thank you." After Wen Ziling muttered, she put down the cup and began to prepare her emotions for seduction.
Probably because half of Hong Jiao's blood is flowing in her body, Wen Ziling knows how to seduce men. She glanced at Zhang Xiaofeng with a confused look, twisted her slender fingers together, looking very nervous, and said shyly: "Thank you very much.
You saved my life, and I can't repay your kindness, little girl, but I am willing to give you my life..." Her voice became lower and lower, as if a young girl in love was confessing her love to the person she loved.
Life is like a play. In order to avenge her parents, Wen Ziling had no choice but to act out such a play, killing the man opposite her at the cost of her own life.
Although the expression on her face was similar, Wen Ziling's heart was bleeding, it hurt, it hurt...
Zhang Xiaofeng smiled, his smile was so meaningful and mysterious. When the smile flashed by, a stern expression appeared on his face. He asked in a deep voice: "You have promised me your life, do you want to betray me?"
My lover?"
Wen Ziling was shocked and said hurriedly: "No...I don't have a lover..."
The chill on Zhang Xiaofeng's face became even stronger, and he asked coldly: "Maybe someone has told you that I am a womanizer, and what I like most in my life is beautiful women. Just because of your beauty, with just a little movement of my wrist, I will fall on my knees."
Your pomegranate skirt gave you many opportunities to murder me, but in the end you killed me easily, is that what happened?"
Wen Ziling was even more surprised. What is going on? Is he a human or a ghost? Why does he seem to be able to see through my mind? Could it be that he is deceiving me? She pretended not to understand and said: "No, I didn't know you were here."
say what?"
Zhang Xiaofeng snorted coldly, "You still pretend to be confused with me. Let me ask you, are Heshuo's green-robed ancestor and Hong Jiao okay?"
"Ah..." Wen Ziling exclaimed. She never expected that the other party would actually tell her parents' names. In an instant, she suddenly realized that her enemy might have guessed her identity. Thinking of this, she flashed her teeth.
Biting, deciding to fight to the death, the thick-soled sneakers worn on the left foot inadvertently lifted up at a forty-five-degree angle, and with a forceful chop, the mechanism inside suddenly activated, and three small poisonous bullets were shot out.
Needle.
Zhang Xiaofeng's pupils shrank in an instant. He saw the poisonous needles glowing with blue light shooting towards him. He did not avoid it. His broad sleeves shook out. The strong wind stirred up. The three poisonous needles involuntarily changed their direction and shot on the west wall.
, leaving only three tiny eyes.
"Humph, what a cruel girl..." Zhang Xiaofeng frowned, and bent his fingers like eagle claws to grab her. As fast as lightning, in the blink of an eye, he reached in front of the girl and was about to put his hand on her shoulder.
Wen Ziling was so shocked that she dodged a backflip in a thrilling way and landed on the table behind her. She kicked out her left foot and the teapot on the table flew up and hit Zhang Xiaofeng opposite. At the same time, she kicked out with her right foot.
Stomping down, three more poisonous needles shot out from the toe of the shoe.
Even though she adopted the method of making false claims in the east and attacking in the west, Zhang Xiaofeng was still helpless. She saw two fingers of his right hand hit by two fingers, and a steel needle shot out, shattering the teapot. The left sleeve of the robe shook again, and a torrent surged.
The moving zhenqi will swing the poisonous needle away.
"Little girl, let me see where you are running away?"
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaofeng rushed over like a ghost...