Rebirth: The paranoid war king was controlled by the crazy female protagonist

Qing Yuding looked at each other and said, "Come on, Your Highness. As long as I can stand up and as long as I haven't surrendered, it means I can still continue and I haven't lost yet."

"Okay, I'll grant you your wish." Xiao Yanqing wanted to see how determined she was and how many times she could fight.

This time he showed no mercy, he aimed at her sword-holding hand and attacked directly.

"Qing Yu!" Xiao Wenshu shouted uncontrollably.

But her hands had nowhere to hide from the blow.

In the blink of an eye, the sword flew into the air and fell straight to the ground, taking her with her.

She felt a sharp pain in her wrist and was unable to exert any strength. She turned her head to look at the sword that had fallen to the side and wanted to get up, but the pain was so severe that she couldn't move.

Suddenly, she vaguely heard the woman's words.

"You are a piece of trash!"

"Why do not you go to hell!"

"Waste! Waste! Waste!"

No! She's not! She wants to live!

She wants to control her own life and death. She will survive, she will!

She stretched out her only movable right hand and tried to grab the sword, ignoring the words coming from above her head.

"Jiang Qingyu, you've already lost." He stared at her as she struggled hard.

But she didn't care at all. She grabbed the sword and tried her best to sit up.

His heart suddenly stopped. Could it be that this woman wanted to continue? !

"Jiang Qingyu!" he raised his voice, pointing the sword at her throat.

At this moment, her confused pupils turned to him.

"you lose!"

“But I can still move my right hand.”

He was startled. His target just now was clearly her right hand. When did she...

He suddenly realized that she had exchanged the movements and strength of her hands in a very short period of time. In the process of sacrifice, she did not choose to give up, but chose to minimize the sacrifice.

What a madman!

"enough!"

She blinked in a daze, as if asking him why?

"I already know your plasticity." After leaving these words, he put away his sword and turned to leave.

At last, he seemed to tell them something, but she was in a trance and couldn't hear clearly. She only knew that she didn't lose...

Xiao Wenshu ran forward in panic and tried to support her, only to find that she was about to faint from her laxity.

He didn't understand...what was supporting her all along...

I clearly told her that she could give up, but she still chose to continue fighting...

……

Xiao Wenshu carried her back to the house and immediately called a doctor to check on her.

The doctor's diagnosis showed that he had serious internal and external injuries, and his left hand was dislocated. It seemed that he would have to rest for many days.

Although he could see that his brother had shown mercy, Qingyu was a girl after all, alas...

"Take good care of her recently. Let me know if you need anything." Xiao Wenshu instructed the two maids.

"It's the prince."

Seeing this, Xiao Wenshu stepped out and went to the study.

"Brother." He lowered his head slightly, "The doctor said Qingyu is not seriously injured, but needs to rest for a few days."

"Really? Then let her have a good rest these days and she doesn't have to come over." Xiao Yanqing didn't look up, but he could feel Xiao Wensu's distressed gaze.

"What's wrong? Are you heartbroken?" He looked up and examined Xiao Wenshu's expression.

Xiao Wenshu, who was exposed, pursed his lips and said, "Brother, what are Qingyu's plans for the future?"

He knew he shouldn't ask and he couldn't influence his brother's thoughts, but he cared.

"I have my own arrangements."

"Yes, Wenshu understands." He wanted to help Qingyu, but he knew he shouldn't interrupt.

Xiao Yanqing stared at Xiao Wenshu's departing back, seeming to be thinking about something.

After a few days of rest, Qing Yu recovered quickly. He read books and rested in the house every day. With the maids taking care of him, his life was leisurely.

Wen Shu visited her every day and chatted with her, but he never saw Xiao Yanqing once, until...

"How is Qingyu? Is he still in pain?" Xiao Wenshu asked with concern.

She shook her head and raised the corners of her lips, "It's okay, the doctor is very good, it doesn't hurt at all now."

"Qingyu, you don't know. The doctors are all lamenting that a little girl is getting injured all the time. How can this be possible!" It has only been a short time since she came here, and he can't even remember how many times she has been injured.

"It's okay, everything is fine now." Qing Yu was optimistic.

"Fortunately, Qingyu is young and recovers quickly."

"That's true..."

Sitting on the bed, she turned around and saw Xiao Yanqing coming in.

"Your Highness." She slowly stood up from the bed.

Xiao Wenshu quickly stood up and saluted, "Brother."

"Since you haven't recovered yet, just sit down first."

After hesitating, she nodded and sat on the edge of the bed.

"After you recover, you will come to me. I will..."

"Brother." Xiao Wenshu spoke first, lowering his head and leaning forward.

"Just let me train Qing Yu. I will definitely be strict with him."

He saw through Wen Shu's intention at a glance, he just wanted to keep her by his side.

"No." He refused coldly.

"Why...why?" Xiao Wenshu raised his eyes slightly, "Brother, I promise, I will make Qingyu grow up quickly."

He ignored Wen Shu's request and looked down at her sitting on the bed.

"Jiang Qingyu, I will train you personally."

Xiao Wenshu was stunned and slowly put down his hand asking for instructions.

My brother wants to take care of me personally, what does this mean?

"I would be happy to be taught by Your Highness personally." She smiled and was full of anticipation.

He examined her eyes and paid attention to Wen Shu beside him.

"Wenshu, you go out first."

After hesitating, Xiao Wenshu still retreated.

At this time, there were only two of them left in the room, and the cold air spread again, but Qing Yu was not afraid at all.

She met his fiery gaze, but he was slow to speak.

"Your Highness, do you want to say something to me?" Is there something that requires Wen Shu to consider?

"Jiang Qingyu, now you have two choices. First, become my capable bodyguard, second, serve me in secret."

Hearing his words, she looked towards Qianyun outside the door, "I want to be like him..."

"Do not."

She immediately denied her answer, stood up and gradually approached him, walked up to him, and looked up into the eyes that were enough to destroy her.

"I will be higher than him, until I am equal to His Highness."

He followed her gaze to Qianyun outside the house, "Then what? Fight me together, or kill me?"

This woman told him more than once that wanting to be like him was completely beyond the thinking of ordinary people, so what would be the final result?

"I have told Your Highness that becoming a strong man is my goal, and controlling my own life and death is my wish." Her decisive tone did not allow him to question it at all.

"Why him?"

"Hmm?" She raised her lips and smiled, her eyes curved like the moon, but surrounded by gloomy darkness.

"He's different isn't he?"

"Different? What's different?" His pupils were tightly locked, his focused aura hiding his coldness.

She explained, "He is more cold-blooded and ruthless. The way he looks at me always shows that he is on guard. Besides, I am in the military camp. Isn't he always keeping an eye on me?"

His expression did not change, but deep down he was shocked that she had pointed out his mistake.

Although Qian Yun is not as good as him, she is the strongest around him, and her real strength even exceeds Wen Shu. Has Qian Yun been discovered?

"Don't misunderstand, Your Highness." She vaguely guessed what he was thinking.

"Qianyun is very powerful. Whether I was there then or I am now, I could not detect it. However, his eyes are too cold, and they are somewhat similar to your Highness's. I think he must have been trained by your Highness himself."

It was simply because she still remembered the feeling she had for Xiao Yanqing, even if it was someone who looked similar to him.