Host, Please Don't Match Up with the Vicious Female

Song Qi didn't like this feeling very much.

The next morning, the wind outside was still strong, so Song Qi went to see Yata as usual.

Yata's condition is not very good, she had a fever again last night, and she has been in a daze until now.

The medicine couldn't go in either.

Yata's face was flushed, her brows were wrinkled, and she looked very uncomfortable.

Song Qi grabbed Yata's hand, looked at her, and lowered his voice: "You can go out soon, just hold on."

Yata didn't respond.

"System, what is Yata's ending?" Song Qi asked.

The system was silent for a while.

"The current plot line has deviated by 80.00% due to some reasons. According to Yata's original ending, she will poison you, and then the emperor put her in the cold palace and died of illness."

"Then will she die now?" Song Qi frowned.

The system fell silent again.

Song Qi sighed, a little annoyed.

"Imperial Concubine, you should go back first, don't get angry with you, if there is anything wrong, someone will notify you." Said the maid next to her.

Song Qi nodded, put down Yata's hand, and walked out.

She hated the feeling of being unable to do anything.

"Queen, will you die?" Song Qi thought of Meng Yilan.

"Yes, when King Rui rebelled, she would be killed in the chaos."

Song Qi twitched the corner of his mouth: "Hehe."

Even more irritable.

Song Qi went to Meng Yilan's palace.

Meng Yilan was embroidering, when she saw Song Qi coming in, she beckoned, with a bright smile on her face: "I'm embroidering a purse, what kind do you like?"

"Whatever you want, I can do whatever you embroider." Song Qi sat down beside Meng Yilan.

Meng Yilan glanced at Song Qi, her eyes were more shy: "Well, then I will do as I like, and don't be disgusted when the time comes."

"Yeah." Song Qi nodded, she picked up the cup, her voice was a little low, "Yata... doesn't look very good."

Meng Yilan's hands froze, and she looked up at Song Qi, with a little panic in her eyes: "Isn't it just a cold?"

"Yeah, isn't it just a cold?" Song Qi rubbed his temples, "I had a fever again last night, and I haven't woken up until now."

"Don't worry, it'll be alright."

Song Qi didn't speak.

Meng Yilan lowered her head and touched the cloth with a leaf embroidered on her hand.

Song Qiqian sat for the whole morning, and occasionally glanced at Meng Yilan, who was quietly busy with her embroidery work.

Meeting Meng Yilan's worried eyes, she looked away again.

"Do you want to practice martial arts with me?" Song Qi asked.

"Ah?" Meng Yilan looked at Song Qi, and really didn't understand why this topic jumped here all of a sudden.

"Isn't it unsafe in the palace recently?"

"But don't you have to start learning martial arts at an early age? It's useless to learn now." Meng Yilan looked at Song Qi, "Besides, you know that I am spoiled and spoiled, but I can't suffer much."

Song Qi frowned: "Then you should exercise with me recently, you can't fight, and it's better to run faster."

"It's useless, you people who know how to do light work, no matter how fast I run, won't I still be caught?"

Song Qi: ...

There is no way to refute it.

Meng Yilan saw that Song Qi frowned, and then smiled: "It's okay, everyone has their own fate, when I shouldn't die, I won't let me die."

Song Qi frowned even more, what she hated to hear the most was this kind of words: "If you encounter danger, I hope you will not give up struggling."

Meng Yilan paused holding the purse, looked up at Song Qi, nodded for a while, and said casually, "If you can live, who wouldn't want to."

The two had lunch and were planning to take a break.

Yata's maid stumbled in and ran in with a flustered expression.

"The imperial concubine, the princess...the princess..."

Before the man finished speaking, Song Qi rushed out, using lightness kung fu, and flew directly in the palace.

When she arrived, Yata was sitting on the bed, looking in good spirits.

Someone beside me started crying.

The atmosphere in the whole room is very depressing.

"What are you crying for?" Song Qi looked at the crying person beside him, and suddenly became angry: "You want to cry and get out and cry."

This was the first time she got angry after coming here.

Everyone froze, suppressed their crying abruptly, and left the room.

Yata smiled at Song Qi: "Why are you so angry today?"

"Did you drink the medicine? My temper can be even bigger."

"Don't drink it, it's too bitter." Yata looked at Song Qi and coughed twice.

Song Qi frowned: "You can leave in one more day."

"Well, that's great." Yata smiled and glanced outside the door, "I thought I would be trapped in this place for a long time, but later I found out that it was only a few months."

"Yata." Song Qi frowned.

Yata took a deep breath: "I know that feeling myself, I know I'm almost like this."

"Thank you."

She wanted to lie down on the bed: "I'm so tired, hey, I've always wanted to beat you up, but now I can't seem to find a chance."

Song Qi looked at her with a dark face.

Yata lay down slowly, and stretched out her hand to hold Song Qi. It was becoming more and more difficult for her to speak: "If possible, I hope that my knife can be buried with me. There is no need to be sad for me, Shao Jie , you must not cry, you are not good-looking, and you will be even uglier when you cry."

"Finally, Shao Jie, be careful...that queen." Yata said.

The word "Queen" is very strong.

Yata's voice gradually weakened, she looked at Song Qi's face, and finally closed her eyes slowly.

Meng Yilan stood at the door, her face turned pale.

As soon as she came over, she heard Yata's last words.

Meng Yilan clenched her fists tightly, her mind went blank.

She couldn't see Song Qi's face, but she could see her holding Yata's hand slowly and firmly.

The maids of honor began to cry again.

And the cries around were getting louder.

Meng Yilan stood there, motionless.

Song Qi put down Yata's hand and stuffed it under the quilt. She got up and looked back at Meng Yilan.

Meng Yilan opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked and she couldn't say anything.

Song Qi's expression was very calm, she walked over and pulled Meng Yilan out.

Some palace maids who wanted to follow were frightened in place by Song Qi's "Don't follow me".

Song Qi's mind is also very confused, she thinks that Meng Yilan should not be able to do such a thing.

Although she also knew very well that there should not be too many duplicity people in the harem, she still didn't want to believe it.

She felt conflicted.

Meng Yilan was staggered a few steps by Song Qi, and was finally taken to a corner of the palace where there was no one there.

"General..." Meng Yilan shouted timidly, with helplessness in her eyes, she pulled Song Qi's sleeve very hard.

"I believe everything you say." Song Qi looked at her.

Meng Yilan froze for a moment, then looked at Song Qi in disbelief.

"I..." Meng Yilan's expression became extremely ugly just as she was about to speak.

She took a deep breath.

"It's not me, it's really not me." Meng Yilan said every word very hard, and after she finished speaking, her face turned pale and she fainted.

The hand was still tugging on Song Qi's sleeve, so hard that his fingertips turned white.

Song Qi caught her and held her in his arms.

Song Qi's system is as quiet as a chicken. I don't know why he didn't find it strange to see this situation at all.

The collapse of the plot has long been expected.

However, Meng Yilan's system has already exploded.

"Are you crazy?"

Meng Yilan didn't speak.

"What the hell is going crazy in your world? How many tasks have you done, and now you are given a chance to reverse it? Is it because the punishment is too light now?"

Meng Yilan still didn't speak.

"Do you think it's useful for you to pretend to be dead?"

When Song Qi brought Meng Yilan back, he should not be too conspicuous along the way.

She put Meng Yilan on the bed, and called the imperial doctor, who said she was just overworked.

Meng Yilan's face was terribly pale, and she only woke up at night.

There were no candles in the room and it was very dark.

Meng Yilan raised her hand and grabbed Song Qi's sleeve: "I..."

"I did trip Yata, but I didn't kill her." After Meng Yilan finished speaking, she heard a sneer from the system.

"Yeah." Song Qi rubbed his temples, "Are you comfortable now?"

Meng Yilan froze for a moment: "It's okay."

"Why did you faint suddenly?"

Meng Yilan opened her mouth, suddenly lost her voice, and said after a while: "Overworked."

Song Qi glanced at her: "Then you have a good rest in the future."

Meng Yilan slowly approached Song Qi, hugged her waist from behind, and lay on her back.

After a while, I suppressed and cried in a low voice.

Song Qi didn't move, just waiting for her to finish crying.

"Are you hungry?"

"A bit."

"I'll let someone serve the food." Song Qi pulled Meng Yilan's hand away, and wiped her face with a handkerchief.

Meng Yilan's eyes were on Song Qi's body until she was covered by the screen.

"Host, I suggest you follow the plot carefully."

"But I don't want to."

"She's just a string of codes, why waste your and my time for a string of codes."

Meng Yilan pursed her lips: "Really? But I feel like she is human."

"Be sober, didn't you behave well before?" The system still didn't understand what the problem was.

Song Qi came back and looked at Meng Yilan who was sitting on the bed in a daze: "I asked the kitchen to make something light."

"En." Meng Yilan recovered and nodded.

"I asked Concubine Sun for help in the afternoon."