Chapter 52 Tell Me If It Hurts

Looking at Zhao Fangye, who was holding a long sword with murderous intent in his eyes.

Zhao Jingshuo shrank back two steps.

The face that had a lustful look just now was now replaced by fear.

Looking around in panic, he found that none of the secret guards he brought with him showed up.

It seems that they were all killed by Zhao Fangye.

His heart tightened, he knew that Zhao Fangye would not let him go easily this time.

If I fell into his hands, my fate would definitely be much more tragic than the time in the brothel.

Just go all out.

As long as he escaped, Zhao Fangye would have no way to catch him without evidence.

Pulling out the short knife from his sleeve and placing it across Song Huaixi's neck, Zhao Jingshuo's eyes flashed with ferocity and threatened, "Don't come over here! Otherwise I will kill him!"

Song Huaixi's face was abnormally red, and he was completely unconscious.

He was still muttering Zhao Fangye's name.

The shiny tip of the knife pressed against Song Huaixi's snow-white throat, and Zhao Fangye clenched the sword in his hand. A sinister murderous intent gathered in his pale eyes.

Staring at the two people in the room, Zhao Fangye stopped at the door and did not move forward.

In fact, with his skills, he is more than capable of dealing with Zhao Jingshuo alone.

But he can't afford to lose.

Zhao Fangye didn't dare let Song Huaixi take even the slightest risk.

Zhao Fangye threw the sword in his hand to the ground, spread his hands towards Zhao Jingshuo and said in a cold tone: "Let him go, I won't make things difficult for you."

"Ha!" Zhao Jingshuo laughed disdainfully.

Looking at Zhao Fangye, he said sarcastically: "Do you think I'm a fool? Tell your people to retreat. If I can't leave, watch out for his life!"

As he said this, he moved the dagger another inch forward.

Qingshan Qingyang and Adjutant Sun were all watching the scene behind Zhao Fangye, and they were all sweating profusely with anxiety.

He wished he could rush up and chop the prince into pieces.

The secret guards who protected Song Huaixi were covered in blood and killed the prince's men. They waited in the dark for Zhao Fangye's orders at any time.

Just wait for his order to capture the prince.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Fangye waved his hand, stared at the two of them, and said to the people behind him: "Everyone, leave."

Zhao Jingshuo held Song Huaixi hostage and walked out of the courtyard, looking at everyone vigilantly. The dagger in his hand was tightly grasped on Song Huaixi's neck.

At this time, Song Huaixi was so weak that he could not walk on his own, and his face was abnormally red and had a high fever.

Looking at Zhao Fangye, Song Huaixi stretched out his hand to him: "Zhao Fangye...I feel so uncomfortable..."

Seeing him like this, Zhao Fangye felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He comforted him gently, "Huai Xi, be good and don't move."

Holding Song Huaixi's body sliding down, Zhao Jingshuo was drained by years of drinking and sex.

Song Huaixi is not that heavy. But his face was already covered in sweat at this moment.

Holding Song Huaixi in one hand and holding a dagger in the other.

Due to so many constraints, Zhao Jingshuo was extremely flustered and finally managed to get out of the courtyard.

He was in a hurry to get on the carriage. He reached out hastily to grab the edge of the carriage, and the shackles in his hands loosened.

Zhao Fangye, who had been staring at the two of them, immediately found the right opportunity and quickly drew out the long sword from Adjutant Sun's waist.

In a flash, he flashed in front of the two men, and his sword was as fast as an arrow breaking through the air, leaving only an afterimage.

With a flash of cold light, the long sword hit Zhao Jingsuo's wrist.

There was a crisp sound.

The dagger was knocked away instantly.

Before Zhao Jingshuo could react, Zhao Fangye stabbed his shoulder with a sword. Then he turned around and kicked him in the chest.

He flew in an arc in the air like a rag bag. Finally it hit the ground heavily, splashing up a cloud of dust.

Zhao Jingshuo turned over and lay on the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and his whole body seemed to be torn into pieces.

Then he remained motionless.

Zhao Fangye performed the movements in one go. Everyone rushed over.

Throwing away the blood-stained sword, Zhao Fangye turned around and caught Song Huaixi who was about to fall to the ground, picked him up and walked towards the carriage.

He turned around and glanced at Zhao Jingshuo, who was lying on the ground and didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and said to the secret guard beside him in a cold and bloodthirsty tone: "Take him back!"

Falling into Zhao Fangye's familiar arms, Song Huaixi felt that all the coldness and stickiness around her body were dispelled.

I hugged him and burst into tears.

All the grievances, fears and shocks now have a place to vent.

Song Huaixi cried so hard that her whole body was shaking and she couldn't breathe.

Zhao Fangye's heart seemed to be cut open and bleeding.

Sitting in the carriage, she held Song Huaixi tightly in her arms and bent down to kiss his red eyes.

"Don't be afraid, Huaixi. I'm here. It's my fault for not protecting you. Huaixi, don't be afraid. We'll be at the palace soon."

Grabbing his clothes, Song Huaixi felt weak all over. The high fever in his body burned his internal organs to ashes. The whole person felt like being roasted in Asura Hell.

The heat tormented his mind and stirred his nerves. Just recovered from the shock. The heat of his body once again filled him with fear.

It was as if something was about to sprout from the bottom of my heart, bringing with it a strange and unknown feeling.

Only when he pressed against Zhao Fangye's exposed skin did he feel a slight relief.

Song Huaixi couldn't stop crying, her voice trembling: "Zhao Fangye, it hurts so much!! Am I going to die, wuwuwu..."

"I don't want to die. If I die, will you be lonely? No one will accompany you to eat... read books... write... anymore."

“I don’t want to die…”

Song Huaixi choked up, overwhelmed by a huge fear, feeling scared and sad.

What would Zhao Fangye do if he died?

Hugging Song Huaixi, I was struck by his sobbing words.

My heart felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer and was shaking continuously. The emotions were like a surging wave that overwhelmed him.

Holding his hand tightly, Zhao Fangye looked deeply into Song Huaixi's eyes.

His tone revealed firmness and determination: "Huai Xi, I won't let you die. If you die, I will accompany you."

But when Song Huaixi heard this, tears instantly gathered in his eyes. She struggled to reach out and cover his mouth: "No... No..."

"You have to...live...Zhao Fangye..."

Song Huaixi's look made him feel heartbroken beyond words, and he could no longer hold back and bent down to kiss his lips.

The lip-to-lip clash was more intense than any other time. But this time Song Huaixi did not cry out in pain.

The tears in the corners of my eyes were dried by the heat from my body. The feeling on the lips seemed to be magnified ten thousand times.

A tingling tingle spread throughout her body. Song Huaixi used up her remaining strength to straddle Zhao Fangye, clinging to his neck and eagerly offering her lips to him.

Stroking his hot skin, Zhao Fangye kissed him while paying attention to his movements. Song Huaixi had never been so bold.

Holding his waist, Zhao Fangye noticed something strange about his body. He stepped back and looked down at what was beneath him.

Song Huaixi rested his head on Zhao Fangye's shoulder, breathing heavily. Her whole face is as delicate and juicy as a ripe fruit, just waiting to be picked.

The pair of black eyes became charming and alluring at this moment, and the bright red mouth muttered intermittently.

"Zhao Fangye.....My stomach is so bloated..."

The lower abdomen to be exact, but he didn't know how to describe it. I can only express my discomfort vaguely.

Looking at him, Zhao Fangye's eyes suddenly became dim.

Zhao Jingshuo, this beast! If he had arrived a step later, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Zhao Fangye calmed Song Huaixi's restless body, turned his head and said coldly outside the carriage: "Hurry up!"

Get off the carriage.

Zhao Fangye held Song Huaixi, who was wrapped in fox fur, and hurried towards the bedroom.

Nanny Zhang and the others received the news that the imperial physician was already waiting. Song Huaixi was laid on the bed. Zhao Fangye looked at everyone with a cold face.

"The doctor stays, and the rest of you go out."

He didn't want others to see Song Huaixi like this.

After everyone left, the imperial physician raised his head and said, "Your Highness, the princess has been poisoned by Qimeng Powder. This medicine is very powerful. There is almost no medicine that can relieve it. I'm afraid... I'm afraid that only Your Highness can..."

The imperial physician did not say the rest. Zhao Fangye also knew. Only I can relieve Song Huaixi's pain.

His face darkened and his tone became cold: "Get out."

After the imperial physician left, Zhao Fangye walked forward and touched Song Huaixi's feverish cheek. Whispered: "I'm sorry Huaixi. It's all my fault"

They didn't expect that their first time would start like this.

He reached out to untie the belt around his waist, then got on the bed and held Song Huaixi in his arms.

The bed curtains fell, leaving only damp heat in the air.

"Tell me if it hurts. Okay?"

Song Huaixi's eyes were blurred, and he responded blankly: "Hmm..."