The group favorite princess shreds the script of the villain

Chapter 217 There are Assassins!
Soon after returning to the palace, envoys from various countries left one after another.

As a young emperor, Si Lanyu was pressured by Pei Qingshang to face the envoys, and every time he saw Si Miaomiao, he would complain endlessly.

But this is a crucial part of his growth path. Apart from making him happy with the sugar man, Simiaomiao did not stop Pei Qingshang from making him grow up.

Late spring passed, ushering in the early summer when cicadas climbed trees.

The rain in summer nights always comes suddenly and urgently.

Simiao Miao was reading a food book tonight, and she vowed to learn some essence from it.

Just like the virtuous heroines in every novel, she makes soup for Pei Qingshang who is busy with government affairs!

She was studying by the window, with Si Lanyu's sugar figurine in her mouth, and the sound of rain hitting plantains outside the window continued.

Suddenly, Tao Xue asked in surprise from the door: "Really?!"

Immediately, she lowered her voice again and muttered to another little maid for a long time.

Simiaomiao was sensitive to the smell of gossip.

She was lying on the window rail, her gauze sleeves as thin as cicada's wings fluttered gently with the wind on a rainy night.

"What are you talking about! Ask Ben Gong to listen!"

The little maid was so frightened that she fell silent, but Taoxue turned her head and then came in and said, "Your Highness, I heard that a masked villain broke into the palace, it's scary!"

Simiaomiao was startled: "Could it be an assassin?"

"It's very possible. I heard that the assassin was found in the bamboo forest. His whereabouts were sneaky. The imperial guards chased him to the brightly lit place and disappeared. He must be hiding!"

Simiaomiao frowned.

The bamboo forest is close to her palace, but not far behind her palace is the bedroom of the little emperor Si Lanyu.

Could this assassin be targeting her or Si Lanyu? !
Taoxue couldn't feel relieved: "No, I have to ask them to send more imperial guards to patrol around Fanghua Hall."

She said and hurried out.

Simiao Miao was holding the scroll, and also became uneasy.

She is not afraid of any assassin, but what if that person goes after Si Lanyu? !

But Si Miaomiao thought about it again, her brother was surrounded by more than a dozen secret guards all year round, even if he was an assassin, he should not be able to hurt him in the slightest.

Then she started worrying about herself again.

For the convenience of Pei Qingshang's visit, she had already dismissed the hidden guards around her.

If the assassin came towards her...would she be able to escape?

At this moment, Simiao Miao saw through the half-opened window from the corner of his eye, and saw a figure flashing past in the yard.

Her forehead was suddenly covered with sweat.

No, no, no, it’s just such a coincidence! ?
The blood in Simiao Miao's body seemed to be flowing backwards, his fingertips were cold, and he was holding the scroll and stiffened on the soft couch.

Would she anger the assassin even more if she called for help now?
Simiaomiao quietly looked around, looking for a weapon at hand.

But when she looked around, only the golden hairpin on her head could be used as a sharp weapon for self-defense.

This is really bad!

Why didn't she usually do some hidden weapon mechanism or something?
At this time, her door was suddenly pushed open.

Simiaomiao screamed in fright, quickly pulled out the hairpin in his hand and faced the door.

Pei Qingshang's silver robe deepened, and the hem of the clothes was slightly soaked by the rain, revealing the depths.

He raised his eyebrows and brushed off the water droplets on his sleeves: "What are you shouting for?"

Simiaomiao was stunned, and immediately threw away the golden hairpin, and jumped into his arms with bare feet.

She hugged Pei Qingshang's neck and shivered: "I was scared to death, I thought it was an assassin!"

Pei Qingshang was very satisfied with her throwing himself into his arms, he smiled lightly with thin lips, wrapped his arms around Simiaomiao's butt, and walked towards the soft couch with her in his arms.

"Have you also heard about the assassin? Don't be afraid, I will accompany you. I have left the imperial guards with His Highness."

The arrival of Pei Qingshang made Simiaomiao completely at ease.

He put Simiaomiao on the bed, and held her tender and petite sole with one hand, which was cold to the touch, quite dissatisfied: "You don't even wear shoes?"

Pei Qingshang looked at Si Miaomiao. She was wearing a light yellow gauze dress today, a pair of lotus root arms were faintly exposed under the long sleeves, her skin was snow-white, and her red lips were delicate and charming.

On the tube top is a pair of yellow twin lotuses, because of her beautiful figure, it seems to be blooming gorgeously.

Simiaomiao's long hair was scattered on his shoulders, and his eyes were dark and lacquered: "I was covered with a small quilt just now, who let you in suddenly?"

Facing her unreasonable words, Pei Qingshang just laughed it off.

He bowed his head and kissed Si Miaomiao's instep, then moved upwards and pressed her on the bed.

Before Simiaomiao hugged his neck, the candles in the room suddenly went out.

Simiaomiao was startled, and hurriedly clamped Pei Qingshang's waist with his legs.

She was about to speak when Pei Qingshang pressed her lips with his fingertips.

In the darkness, Pei Qingshang's eyes flickered with a deep and frightening coldness. If anyone saw it, they would be frightened by the killing sprung from it.

He gently put Simiaomiao on the bed and lay down on the bed, and he rolled onto the bed, lying behind Simiaomiao.

Pei Qing covered Simiao Miao with a commercial quilt, and hid himself holding his breath.

Simiaomiao's heart was beating fast, and through the dim light in the room, she saw the door being slowly pushed open.

A tall figure appeared at the door.

Simiaomiao's eyes widened, she curled up her fingers in fright, and Pei Qingshang held her palm under the quilt.

With his reassurance, she was relieved a lot.

That person came in on tiptoe, holding something smoking in his hand, Simiaomiao suddenly felt Pei Qingshang pull his hand and pinch the tip of her nose.

Could it be Mixiang! ?

She took a deep breath and held it quietly, before Pei Qingshang let go.

The man lit Mixiang for a while before quietly walking in.

Because the light was too dim, Simiaomiao couldn't see what he looked like at all, not to mention that he was wearing all black and covered his face.

The assassin first searched Simiao Miao's closet for a long time, as if he was looking for something.

This process is very long, and Simiaomiao is puzzled.

It can't be a thief, can it?She is not the richest person in the palace!
After searching for the other party for a long time, Simiaomiao secretly took a breath. At this moment, he turned around suddenly and walked towards Simiaomiao.

Simiaomiao fell asleep, with his eyes slightly open, watching him getting closer and closer.

He first groped around the end of Simiaomiao's bed for a long time, but he didn't seem to find what he wanted.

The assassin quickly stretched his hand under the pillow where Simiaomiao was lying.

But because Simiaomiao was "deeply asleep", he didn't dare to make any big moves.

The assassin saw Simiao Miao's fingers protruding from the quilt, and he touched them lightly.

This is the beauty piled up with thousands of gold and jade.

But why is something wrong with the tentacle?
Why doesn't it look like a woman's slender fingers.

Simiaomiao could feel his movements, and thought that Pei Qingshang was determined to kill the assassin at this very moment.

It may also be the first time in his life that he has been touched by a man.

Pei Qingshang Xu couldn't bear it anymore, almost instantly, he jumped up and pulled Simiaomiao back.

The wind of the palm came from bottom to top, hitting the assassin's jaw directly.

The whole movement was done in one go, without sloppiness, the assassin was unprepared, and Simiaomiao heard the sound of bones being crushed.

(End of this chapter)