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No! She can't die!

She was finally reborn, but she hasn't saved her father and the Song family, nor has she settled the score with Yang Chaoxue. She can't die here!

The huge desire to survive stimulated her potential power. Fortunately, she had the habit of tying her hair with a hairpin after bathing. Song Jin suddenly pulled out the hairpin, pinched her fingers tightly on the uneven carvings, and stabbed the assassin's shoulder with all her strength!

"ah!"

The assassin cried out in pain and loosened his grip a little, giving her a chance to catch her breath.

She didn't dare to relax. While he was distracted, she used all her strength to kick him hard in the lower body!

The assassin's exposed eyes showed a look of pain that could be seen with the naked eye.

He instinctively let go of his hands, covered his lower body and stepped back.

Song Jin rushed out quickly, hoping Qing Wu could hear her voice.

"Someone come! There's an assassin!"

The assassin panicked, not caring about the severe pain in his body, and rushed forward to strangle her with bloodshot eyes. Song Jin would never let him succeed, and without saying a word, he raised the bloody hairpin and stared at him vigilantly.

The pain in her lower body could not be ignored at all. The assassin limped forward, his movements noticeably slower, giving her a chance to dodge.

There was a faint flicker of fire outside the window.

The servants in the Song Mansion were alarmed!

"Bitch! I'll kill you!"

The assassin heard the noisy footsteps outside and became completely furious. He rushed over and grabbed her hair without caring about anything else.

"ah!"

Tears welled up in Song Jin's eyes. The sudden brute force pulled her down, and she opened her eyes to meet the assassin's fierce eyes and the approaching dagger.

The tip of the sword shrinks to a point in the pupil and gradually approaches the eyeball.

Song Jin's pupils shrank.

Just when she thought she was doomed, there was a sudden sharp whistling sound from the air, the sharp wind of a sword brushed across her cheek, and there was a sudden muffled groan from the top of her head, and warm blood splashed onto her face.

Song Jin was a little stunned. She clearly heard the sound of the sword piercing into her body, a half-groaning sound coming from her throat, and the sound of blood spurting.

Even though I had experienced death once, this was the first time I faced such a bloody scene.

Cui Huaiji kicked away the person who was pressing on her. Seeing that she was in a daze and didn't hear anything, he couldn't help but wonder if she was frightened out of her wits.

[The little fox slave is so cute after all, it's understandable that he was scared silly, but it would be boring if he was silly.]

He looked at her to see if she had any external injuries, and his sight suddenly touched a corner of scarlet shadow on her shoulder. Cui Huaiji's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his sight shrank back as if burning, and a suspicious red blush appeared on his earlobe.

The night was hot and humid, and Song Jin was wearing rather thin clothes after bathing. When she was fighting with the assassin just now, the thin gauze slipped off, revealing the scarlet bellyband underneath.

But his reaction was surprisingly innocent.

The noisy sounds outside gradually died down. Shi An was outside comforting everyone, including Song's father, Song Qin, who had rushed over.

"With my Lord Hou here, Mr. Song will be relieved."

Song Qin just came back tonight. He had been busy with Sheng An's business these days and had not been home for several days. He missed his daughter like a torrent of water. But as soon as he arrived at the door of the house, he heard someone report that an assassin had broken into Song Jin's yard. He was so scared that he hurried over.

On the way here, Qing Wu explained to him the fact that Cui Huai was staying in the mansion. Song Tan had heard of this Quling Hou, but there was a strict separation between men and women, so he had to consider his daughter's reputation.

His wife died early, and he only had one daughter, Song Jin, whom he pampered.

He stared at Song Jin's bedroom for a long time without saying anything. Qing Wu came forward and reminded him in his ear: "Master, there are too many people and eyes are everywhere. Your reputation is the most important thing."

Song Tan came to his senses slowly, and thinking of Cui Huaiji inside, he finally resisted the urge to rush in.

"Everyone, go down. Don't tell anyone about what happened tonight, or I'll sell you out!"

"yes!"

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Song Jin slowly recovered, his eyelashes trembling violently, and he raised his head to look at him in fear.

Cui Huaiji took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood off her face. Seeing her moist and dazed eyes, he softened his voice and asked, "Are you scared?"

She nodded slowly, then shook her head, as if she had not yet fully recovered from her shock.

They were so obedient and well-behaved, just like the slaves in his mansion.

He found her more and more interesting, and the dark thoughts in his heart were stirring again. This time he no longer suppressed himself. He underestimated Song Jin's influence on him. Instead of continuing to be itchy, he might as well take her back to Sheng'an first.

He smiled harmlessly, "Miss Song, I saved your life again."

Cui Huaiji's face was extremely deceptive; he appeared to be as compassionate as a jade Buddha, but it was all an illusion.

Song Jin still didn't know his true nature, so he just mumbled, "...Thank you, Lord Hou."

"Tsk." His cool fingers suddenly touched the corners of her eyes. He leaned forward slightly and leaned down beside her ear. His voice was full of temptation. "Just a thank you is not enough. Miss Song, why don't you promise me one thing, ok?"

That voice seemed to have hooks, making her dizzy. She could only stare at his thin lips, watching them open and close. From time to time, a little red would peek out, like a dogwood tree waiting to be plucked.

[Hmm, how come even the voice is so nice...]

Floating, I heard myself answer "OK", my body was seduced by the dogwood flower, and I leaned forward involuntarily.

Just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit...

Someone suddenly touched his forehead. Song Jin came back to his senses in a daze. When he looked up, he saw the corners of his mouth that were hiding a smile.

When he realized what he had just done, his whole face turned red.

[Ahhh, what did I want to do just now? Would the Marquis think that I was plotting something bad against him? Ahhh, I absolutely didn’t! ! ! ]

She also didn't understand why she had just behaved like a possessed person, and she wished she could faint right now!

The culprit was looking at her with an innocent face. He turned his head to help her put on her clothes. He caught a glimpse of her white and tender feet with the corner of his eyes, and without thinking, he picked her up.

The feeling of weightlessness made her hug Cui Huaiji's neck subconsciously.

"Hou, Lord Hou?"

Song Jin was somewhat frightened by the favor.

He did not explain his behavior. After putting the woman in bed, he searched for something on the dressing table.

[Well, why is there no medicine? If I don't apply medicine to the wound on the little fox slave's hand, it will definitely leave a scar. Then he will cry and look so ugly.]

Injury?

Song Jin looked down at his right hand. His palm was bloody. Actually, it wasn't bleeding much, but it looked a little scary because it was blurred.

I didn't feel it before, but he reminded me of it and I finally felt the stinging pain belatedly.

She stared at the wound in a trance.

She had been spoiled by Song Tan since she was little. It could be said that she was raised with a coquettish nature. She could not stand any hard work and would feel very distressed if she was hurt. Later, when she met Xu Nanheng, he could not notice that she was hurt and only found out from the servants after a long time.

In fact, Song Jin had complained before, but as a prince, why should he pay attention to her all the time? Over time, she learned to lick her wounds by herself, like a fox slave, and kept silent.

"Put your hand out."

Cui Huaiji opened the lid and saw that she didn't move for a long time, so he simply took her hand and applied the medicine gently and carefully.

As for applying medicine, in his eyes, it was not much different from applying medicine to a fox slave, so he started to do it with full confidence.

After a while, the expected scene of Song Jin grimacing and screaming in pain did not appear. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and glanced over. As expected, he saw that her eyes were empty.

[Tsk, what is this little fox slave thinking about that makes him so absorbed that he even disdains me?]

Song Jin, who was immersed in sorrow, was brought back to reality by his jealous voice. He subconsciously lowered his head to look at the palm of his hand, and saw that he shook his wrist violently, intentionally or not, and the medicine powder sprayed out directly.

“Ooooooooo!!!”

Song Jin howled in pain, her grimacing appearance was just as he imagined. If he hadn't been holding her wrist, she would have pulled her hand back and covered it with her hands to howl.

Outwardly she didn't dare to say anything bad about him, but in her heart she didn't let him off at all.

[Cui Huaiji! You definitely did this on purpose! I appreciate your kindness in collecting my body, and you are abusing me like this? Don’t even think that I will treat you well in the future! Don’t even think about it! ! ! ]

Hearing her inner thoughts as he wished, Cui Huaiji apologized in a very fake manner, lowered his head to wipe off the excess powder, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

[Sure enough, such a lively little fox slave is good-looking.]

However, what made him unable to stop laughing was that Song Jin was angrily shouting his name in his heart.

It's not like people haven't shouted these three words before, but somehow, they sounded particularly nice when they came out of her mouth. Even when she was angry, she would only say how she treated him.

He couldn't help but sigh: [The little fox slave is so cute!!!]

The sudden sigh, with a hint of madness in its tone, made Song Jin confused.

Was that Cui Huaiji's inner voice just now? Was that something he could say?

In her mind, Cui Huaiji was an uninhibited and occasionally daring person. When she suddenly heard his foolish voice, she felt like she was struck by lightning and was at a loss as to what to do.

There was an anxious knock on the door. It was Song Tan who heard her wailing in the yard. He was worried that something had happened to her, so he rushed over without caring about Cui Huaiji's identity.

"Jinjin, what's wrong with you?!"

The medicine had been applied and the bandage had begun. Perhaps Cui Huaiji knew that staying in the young lady's room so late would be bad for her reputation, so he finished bandaging the wound in three strokes and then stood up and opened the door leisurely.

Facing Song Tan at the door, he smiled faintly: "Don't worry, Mr. Song. It was just that Miss Song felt a little pain when she applied the medicine. It's nothing serious."

Song Tan stared at him blankly, "Thank you, Lord Hou."

Cui Huaiji nodded and took Shi An out of the courtyard. They walked so fast that Song Qin didn't even have a chance to say hello.

After all, he was the Marquis of Quling of the Yu Dynasty, and they, the common people, should be treated well. However, he left in a hurry, and he could not stop him.

Thinking of this, Song Qin gave up the idea of ​​calling for help and walked into the house: "Jinjin, where are you hurt? Let daddy take a look!"

"Father, I'm fine. I just hurt my hand. The Marquis has bandaged it for me."

Song Jin lowered his eyes and looked at the ugly bandage on his hand, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

[No wonder he left in such a hurry, it turned out he was afraid that I would see him and laugh at him.]

Someone who hadn't walked far heard this: "..."