After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife always wanted to leave her father behind and keep her

Cui Yuanqing's eyes suddenly showed a hint of ruthlessness. He gritted his teeth, pulled out the arrow from his sleeve that was stuck in his arm, and stabbed it into the man's heart quickly and fiercely, killing him instantly.

Cheng Songan had never encountered such a thrilling moment, let alone seen Cui Yuanqing, who was always gentle in front of others, attack so fiercely. He sat on the ground in a daze for a moment, not daring to make a sound for fear of attracting people. He just covered his mouth and trembled.

Cui Yuanqing chuckled: "Isn't it very courageous?"

Cheng Songan rolled his eyes at him, and stood up by holding onto the wall behind him. Seeing his bleeding arm, he tried to pretend not to care and asked, "Why does Lord Cui have to come in person to pretend to be an assassin?"

Cui Yuanqing's eyes fell on her face, and saw a very tiny wound on her fair face, with blood streaking. He couldn't help but reach out and wipe it for her.

The rough fingertips brushed across his face, and Cheng Songan felt a little numb on his face. He couldn't help but step back.

Cui Yuanqing snorted and laughed: "Cheng Songan, you are very smart."

He was dressed in black, with his face covered, leaving only a pair of eyes visible. It was impossible to tell whether he was praising her or teasing her. Somehow, she always felt that there was a fatal attachment in his eyes, but also some sadness mixed in.

Cheng Songan pursed his lips, not looking him in the eye, and said calmly: "How are you going to leave?"

Cui Yuanqing's eyes curved and he smiled: "You should be the one who should be thinking about this. Are the criminals going to let you go so easily?"

The word "gangster" was deliberately emphasized.

Cheng Songan: …

She hadn't thought of this, and she bit her lip unwillingly, "Don't worry about it, I have my own way."

Cui Yuanqing raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Tell me about it."

Cheng Songan glared at him, crossed his arms, turned his head away and said nothing.

Cui Yuanqing suddenly said quietly: "Ming Xiurong is a chivalrous boy."

Cheng Songan agreed with this point. She and Ming Zhan had just met for the first time today, and he risked his life to save her, which showed that he was a chivalrous man. So she praised from the bottom of her heart: "Young General Ming has a chivalrous heart, which is quite similar to his father's style. He will definitely be a famous general in the future."

Cui Yuanqing's eyes suddenly became deep and he snorted coldly.

Cheng Songan just felt puzzled. Cui Yuanqing had become more and more moody these days. What was there to be angry about? Seeing that his blood had stained half of his arm, he said, "You go."

Cui Yuanqing saw her gaze linger on his arm for a moment, and deliberately took a deep breath, as if it hurt a lot. Sure enough, he saw Cheng Songan's brows tighten.

Just as they were about to speak, the officers who had followed the sound had caught up with them, and a row of archers aimed at the two of them.

Cheng Songan was startled and subconsciously stood back in front of Cui Yuanqing.

Cui Yuanqing had not expected her to do this. He could not help but gently hold her hand with his bleeding left hand, and tightly grasp the hilt of the sword with his right hand. He whispered in her ear, "Are you afraid of my death?"

Cheng Songan was stunned. In front of all these people, he still held her hand? Maybe he thought she wasn't dying slowly enough! He even asked about these irrelevant things. She couldn't help but shake him off and said angrily, "It would be best if you died. I can remarry if you die."

Cui Yuanqing smiled and said, "I know you are afraid that I will die."

Cheng Songan's lips moved, wanting to refute him. Then he heard the leading officer say, "Don't worry about anything. Make sure to capture the assassin alive!"

Immediately afterwards, sharp arrows broke through the air and shot towards them like a storm.

Cheng Songan's heart started beating wildly.

A pair of somewhat cool hands covered her eyes, with a faint smell of blood, and said gently: "Don't be afraid!"

Cheng Songan grabbed his arm as if it was a life-saving straw, stopping the chill that was rising up in her chest, and her pounding heart strangely calmed down.

Cui Yuanqing held the sword in his right hand and danced with it tightly. Countless arrows fell around him, making a clattering sound. Finally, in a storm, he quickly leaped in front of those people.

At such a short distance, bows and arrows were useless. Cui Yuanqing barely had to use any effort. He raised his sword and killed all the people without a groan. He didn't remove his hand from Cheng Songan's eyes until the last one fell to the ground.

Cheng Songan had never seen so many dead bodies and so much blood. The strong smell of blood made her feel sick. She quickly ran away a few steps and vomited while holding onto the wall.

Cui Yuanqing followed him and asked with a frown, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Songan leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. After thinking for a while, a blush gradually appeared on his gray face. His hand quietly moved to his lower abdomen and touched it lightly. An idea jumped into his mind.

But then she remembered that they had had sex together only three times, and she had her period once during that time. Counting the days, it was not the time for morning sickness, so she was not pregnant.

The blush on her face, which had a hint of surprise, gradually faded and turned pale.

Cui Yuanqing looked at her movements and expressions, his whole body froze, hesitating and a little surprised, and whispered: "You, you..."

"careful!"

Cui Yuanqing was so nervous that he forgot the danger at the moment. He came to his senses when he heard Cheng Songan's scream. His body moved faster than his brain and he protected her in his arms. With a "puff", the sharp arrow pierced his flesh.

The leader was not completely dead. Before he died, he threw the last arrow from his sleeve, hitting Cui Yuanqing in the back.

A mouthful of blood fell on Cheng Songan's back, soaking her back. She felt cold all over and asked in a trembling voice, "Cui Yuanqing, how are you?"

Cui Yuanqing slowly fell down, kneeling on one leg on the ground, holding Cheng Songan's shoulders. The mask on his face fell off at some point, and his lips were covered with bright red blood. He curved his lips and said, "You won't die."

Then he smiled with effort: "Go kill that man first, do you dare?"

Cheng Songan was startled. After seeing the conversation between her and Cui Yuanqing, she would never let him live. Without thinking, she took Cui Yuanqing's sword, walked to the man, stabbed the sword into his chest, and then pulled it out decisively, returning to the original place with the bloody sword.

"This is my wife." Cui Yuanqing said with a smile and spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Who cares about your wife?" Cheng Songan dropped the sword in his hand to the ground with a clang. His feet went weak and he knelt down beside Cui Yuanqing, crying softly, "Well... I have never killed anyone. My feet, my feet are weak..."

Cui Yuanqing smiled gently and stroked her face with his bloody hand: "We will have to kill many more people in the future."

Cheng Songan didn't brush his hand away: "I don't want to kill anyone."

Cui Yuanqing spat out mouthfuls of blood, and his face gradually lost color.

"Why did you save me?" Cheng Songan cried a little loudly for some reason. "Don't think I will be grateful to you for this. If you die, I will marry someone else."

Cui Yuanqing stared at her without blinking, with a smile in his eyes, but his tone was firm: "You dare! I will kill whoever you marry."

Cheng Songan pouted and choked up, "If you die, I can marry whoever I want."