Chapter 96 I just want to sleep with him.

Fu Cang looked down at Xie Qiao, his expression indescribable.

Xie Qiao's moon-white brocade robe had been half-removed, revealing half of his not-so-strong arm.

The wound on his shoulder was still bleeding slowly.

It looks scary.

But Fu Cang was a martial artist, so he had to admire his own young master.

The wound looked serious, but there was no damage to the bones or muscles at all, it was just a superficial injury.

Just bandage it carefully.

Fu Cang was a little confused.

There is no one else here. The young master is in such a miserable state, but he is not in a hurry to find a doctor. What does he want to do?

Anyone who falls in love is crazy.

Especially his son.

He was already a madman, and now he's even crazier.

Fu Cang stepped forward and wanted to help Xie Qiao treat his wound, but Xie Qiao raised his hand and whispered that it was not necessary.

Fu Cang's hand froze in place.

It is neither stretching nor retracting.

Just as he was hesitating, Xie Qiao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly groaned.

Fu Cang:?

Then, Song Jin's voice came from the door.

She jogged all the way over, and when she reached the bed, she pushed Fu Cang, who was standing beside the bed, aside.

Fu Cang:!

He stood there in a daze, holding up his hands.

Song Jin gently helped Xie Qiao up and asked softly, "Are you okay? Did the wound open again when you took off your clothes just now?"

Xie Qiao's lips were pale. He shook his head and said soothingly, "It's okay."

He continued, "Fu Cang didn't mean it. He is a man after all, and he is used to rough hands and feet."

Fu Cang, the clumsy-handed and clumsy one:! ! !

The young master...

Young Master!

He is such a bad person!

Fu Cang had no words to express his pain and could only watch Song Jin helping Xie Qiao. She took off Xie Qiao's coat and was stunned when she saw the wound.

Finally, she couldn't help sniffing: "Xie Qiao, are you a fool? Didn't you see how big the fire was? Why did you rush in?"

Song Jin knew the answer.

But Song Jin still wanted to ask.

Why did he rush in?

Why save her?

Why is he always by her side? Why is he the only one who can give her a sense of security?

Why!

Why do I only want to sleep with him? ! !

Xie Qiao's face was pale, but the weaker he was, the more sincere his expression became.

He whispered, "Because you are there, I am going there."

He looked into Song Jin's eyes, full of sincerity: "Because I like you, I want to be with you."

Song Jin didn't want to look at him, so she just lowered her head and pursed her lips, unconsciously clutching his blood-stained clothes in her hands.

Her heart was thundering.

She remained silent, only her breathing became heavier.

Song Jin told herself countless times that she and Xie Qiao were not suitable for each other and that kind of life was not what she wanted.

But every time she made up her mind to stay away from Xie Qiao, he would always appear again.

Again and again.

Appearing again and again.

But he showed up.

But...

It's him.

Song Jin closed his eyes somewhat resignedly.

He whispered, "Xie Qiao, there are some things I haven't figured out. Once I'm sure, I'll tell you my decision, okay?"

Xie Qiao used to be a bit aggressive.

But now he curled his lips lightly, neither hurried nor slow, as if he was sure of victory: "It's okay, Ah Jin, I can wait for you."

"Always...waiting for you."

Song Jin stopped talking.

Xie Qiao achieved his goal, so he stopped forcing Song Jin and just said, "Fu Cang, go get the doctor to apply medicine to me."

Fu Cang, who should have been under the car, can finally leave.

He was filled with gratitude.

He didn't want to stay here anymore!

My son, he really...

Not human!

Xie Qiao's wound was treated quickly. After the doctor bandaged the wound, he told Xie Qiao, "Master Xie, don't touch water these days. It's a bit hot today, and it would be bad if the wound gets inflamed."

Xie Qiao nodded slightly, obviously not taking it to heart.

Song Jin, who was standing aside, quickly agreed: "Okay, okay, I understand."

The doctor left with the medicine box on his back.

Xie Qiao looked at Song Jin with amusement, thinking that she was making a big deal out of nothing. "Ah Jin, there's no need to be like this. It's not a serious injury. It's much better than what happened in Chunliu Lane."

Song Jin's little face was serious and nervous: "No, you have to take good care of it."

Xie Qiao whispered, "Don't worry, Ah Jin, there is no damage to the vital parts, it won't have any impact on the future, and besides..."

"And the medicine and deer whip you gave me before."

Song Jin's eyes widened.

He went up and pressed Xie Qiao's mouth.

She yelled in a low voice: "What are you talking about! In broad daylight! How can you say that!"

She thought Xie Qiao was really crazy!

She usually just thought about it in her mind, but Xie Qiao actually said it in broad daylight.

Isn't he very old-fashioned?

Now he is good...

Song Jin didn't say anything.

She found it uncivilized.

Xie Qiao raised his hand and took Song Jin's hand away, saying indifferently: "This is all from Ah Jin's heart."

Song Jin frowned: "I can't say that either."

She paused and said, "I'll tell you when I need it later."

Xie Qiao's face turned cold: "Don't worry, Ah Jin, it won't be used for the time being."

Song Jin didn't want to pay attention to him.

She hasn't slept since yesterday. In such a short night, she couldn't even finish a long dream, but that real nightmare was real.

Blood.

Human head.

Fire.

There were dead bodies kneeling on both sides, waiting to die.

Also, who is she?

There was no one else in the room, and even at this time, Song Jin was still a little dazed.

She even began to doubt whether she had died last night.

Everything now is just a beautiful dream before death.

She quietly hooked her fingers around Xie Qiao's.

Slightly cool.

But it's moving.

Really moving.

Xie Qiao also responded to him, interlocking their fingers.

Song Jin asked in a low voice: "What happened last night? Why did the King of Qi say that he failed? Is he really dead?"

Xie Qiao answered slowly. He didn't want to hide anything.

After last night, the whole of Kyoto knew about it.

He said, "The King of Qi started a rebellion last night, but my father led his troops to suppress it. The King of Qi knew that he could not escape the death penalty, so he returned to the villa and committed suicide. He died in front of me last night."

Xie Qiao said in a cold voice: "He completely disappeared."

Song Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

She originally thought that after the King of Qi left Kyoto, he would no longer bother her, a little cook.

However, she didn't expect that there was another meaning behind the King of Qi staring at her.

Seeing that Song Jin didn't say anything, Xie Qiao thought she was still afraid.

He slowly touched Song Jin's little finger: "The Prince of Qi has committed many evil deeds. It was because Your Majesty interceded for him in front of the late emperor that he was spared from death. I didn't expect that he would still have a rebellious heart. He raised assassins in his fiefdom together with the Zheng family and even intended to kill me."

"The previous assassination, and the subsequent assassination in Chongzhou, were all ordered by the King of Qi." Xie Qiao's voice was calm and emotionless: "Before, I was sent to the temple, which was also the work of the Zheng family and the King of Qi."

Song Jin knew that Xie Qiao and the King of Qi were not on good terms, but he did not expect that there was such a grudge between them.

The affairs of the aristocratic families and the court are really complicated.

She didn't want to know, nor did she really want to understand.

However, it seems that the King of Qi has some relationship with her now.

Song Jin was a little hesitant. She was feeling a little confused and wanted to talk to someone else.

She thought about it and it seemed that only Xie Qiao could explain it.

Xie Qiao saw Song Jin's hesitation.

She has been feeling depressed since last night.

In his eyes, Song Jin has always been like a strong little grass. She is straightforward and brave, and rarely has such heavy worries.

He hooked Song Jin's fingertips, giving her a little strength.

Song Jin felt Xie Qiao.

She was silent for a moment, and finally said, "Xie Qiao, the King of Qi might be the enemy who killed my father."

Xie Qiao frowned.

Song Jin continued: "I don't think I'm Song Jin either. I think my name is Shi Xiaoshu."

Xie Qiao was shocked.

He sat up from half lying down and looked at Song Jin seriously.

He suddenly thought of the scar on Song Jin's chest: "Is it related to the wound on your chest?"

Song Jin nodded.

Once the words are spoken, the rest will come naturally and honestly.

Song Jin told Xie Qiao what Mrs. Lin had told her last night. His expression became more and more solemn. In the end, he even clenched his fists, trying hard to restrain something.

Song Jin didn't feel anything.

Apart from the unexpected disaster she suffered last night because of her identity, she felt that what Mrs. Lin told her were just stories.

It has nothing to do with her.

She is Song Jin.

After living in this world for so many years, she is just Song Jin.

"…So, the King of Qi liked Madam Lin and was jealous that Shi Yan had a child with Madam Lin, so he wanted to take the child with him and die with him." Song Jin said calmly: "They said that the child was me."

Before Song Jin could finish her words, Xie Qiao reached out and held her in his arms.

He did it gently, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

He asked softly, "Ajin, does your wound still hurt?"