The princess is killing like crazy again

Chapter 110 The winner and the loser

The evidence was solid, and Xiao Yurong was now rapidly thinking of excuses and wording in his mind.

Liu Pinjue moved the paper in front of Xiao Yurong and asked, "What is this?"

Xiao Yurong opened his mouth, "This is..."

"Do you want me to tell you?" Liu Pinjue lowered his eyes and looked at Xiao Yurong.

He took a step forward and leaned down slightly, and the shadow that loomed over Xiao Yurong's entire body was extremely oppressive.

Xiao Yurong subconsciously avoided Liu Pinjue's eyes.

"Don't avoid it, answer me." Liu Pinjue pinched Xiao Yurong's chin and asked her to look directly at him, "Look at me."

"My dear." he said.

It was like a flash of thunder.

Xiao Yurong opened her eyes wide, and her heart sank to the bottom as he spoke.

Liu Pinjue sighed, "My dear, I should have told you long ago, don't break into Yunzhou and steal Liu's secret reports again. If you do it again, I will never let you off easily."

Did Liu Pinjue discover her? Did Liu Pinjue know about this a long time ago? Or was Liu Pinjue lying to her? Playing tricks on her?

Xiao Yurong lowered his head and began to tremble slightly.

In his drowsiness, murderous intent suddenly emerged. Xiao Yurong followed his instinct and pulled out Ye Xing, aiming at Liu Pinjue.

Liu Pinjue's expression did not change, the cold light of the dagger reflected his eyes as deep and bright as obsidian.

Xiao Yurong's hands were shaking, and he didn't know why.

She gritted her teeth and asked, "When did you find out it was mine?"

"Since you performed your dance." Liu Pinjue replied.

"Since you discovered me early in the morning, why did you still keep me? Do you think it's fun to play me around? Do you think it's fun to see me acting like a clown in front of you? Do you think it's fun to act like a master and disciple in front of me?" Xiao Yurong asked harshly.

Liu Pinjue looked at her. Her emotions were in turmoil, her face was pale, but there were tears in her eyes.

"You want to kill me?" Liu Pinjue asked.

"Yes! You want to kill me and use me. Why can't I kill you?" Xiao Yurong asked.

Liu Pinjue nodded and said, "Come and kill him."

Xiao Yurong gritted his teeth and looked at him. The tip of the knife was closer to Liu Pinjue and pressed against his chest. "Do you really think I don't dare?"

"Is that all you can do?" Liu Pinjue stared at Xiao Yurong, grabbed Xiao Yurong's wrist, moved the dagger a few inches, and pointed it at his heart, "I taught you, this is the vital point."

"Come on, poke it here." Liu Pinjue said softly.

"Liu Pinjue, you're a lunatic!" Xiao Yurong said in a trembling voice.

Liu Pinjue laughed instead, "What do you think of yourself if you were taught by a madman like me?"

Xiao Yurong clenched the knife handle tightly. "If you don't want to pierce me, why do you want to keep me here? To pass on false information? Or to keep me as a hostage?"

Liu Pinjue stared at Xiao Yurong's amber eyes that seemed to be burning with wildfire but overflowing with watery light.

"Qingqing, you underestimate yourself. You are worth much more than this." He said word by word.

He was responded with a cold light. The moment he finished speaking, Xiao Yurong stabbed his chest with a dagger.

Liu Pinjue did not dodge, and the sound of the knife penetrating into flesh was particularly obvious in the study room where only the two of them were.

A piercing pain gushed out of her heart, and blood gushed out. The tears in Xiao Yurong's eyes splashed onto Liu Pinjue's palm at that moment.

"Heh." Liu Pinjue laughed out loud.

He came close to her, and when their lips touched, the rich scent of peony flowers was no longer there, but a strong smell of blood.

The kiss could be described as gentle, but it left no room for argument or retreat, and was as impenetrable as a spider web dropped from the sky.

Liu Pinjue grabbed Xiao Yurong's wrist with one hand and held the back of her neck with the other, blocking all her escape routes.

There was no way to retreat, and Liu Pinjue continued to rob her of her oxygen.

Liu Pinjue's thumb pressed against Xiao Yurong's chin, forcing her to tilt her neck back, giving her a vague feeling of suffocation.

In the end, the kiss became soft. Liu Pinjue held Xiao Yurong's face with his blood-stained hands and stepped back a little.

He wiped the tears from Xiao Yurong's cheeks, but left blood.

Xiao Yurong had a pale face, long black hair, bright red lips, and eyes filled with tears.

In the dim candlelight, she looked like a flower swaying in a storm, exceptionally bright and enchanting, yet on the verge of falling.

"Qingqing, didn't I teach you this a long time ago?" Liu Pinjue pinched Xiao Yurong's chin, turned her face, and asked her to look at him.

His voice was slightly hoarse, and seemed extremely gentle: "To kill someone, you must have a steady hand, aim well, and be ruthless. You must kill with one strike."

"Otherwise, you will be killed." The next moment, Liu Pinjue pulled the dagger out of his flesh and blood with an expressionless face and placed it next to Xiao Yurong's neck.

The blade stained with Liu Pinjue's blood was pressed against Xiao Yurong's neck. Liu Pinjue's eyes were dark. "You have been doing well all along. Why did you fail now?"

"Ha..." Xiao Yurong laughed miserably and closed his eyes, "Go ahead and kill him."

"Do you think I don't dare? Qingqing, do you think your master is too soft-hearted?" The knife against his neck moved closer, and Liu Pinjue lowered his eyebrows, "Yexing, your senior brother really loves you, and he gave you the knives of the Wang family's successive patriarchs."

There was a sharp pain on the side of his neck, and the blade, which could cut through hair, left a line of blood on Xiao Yurong's neck.

"How could I still imagine that you are soft-hearted?" Xiao Yurong raised the corners of his lips in self-mockery.

She fluttered her eyelashes and lowered her eyes, "I am not cruel enough. Winners will win, losers will lose. You can kill me or chop me up. It's all up to you."

She heard the breathing beside her was disordered for two beats, and waited for a moment, but the knife did not fall.

Xiao Yurong opened his eyes.

There was a "clang" sound.

Ye Xing fell to the ground.

Liu Pinjue had already turned and left, leaving traces of blood wherever he passed.

Anan and Abei, who were guarding outside the door, were shocked to see Liu Pinjue walking out covered in blood, his clothes stained with blood, and his face pale.

"Master!" Anan hurriedly supported Liu Pinjue, "What happened? I'll go call a doctor now!"

Ah Bei gritted his teeth and turned to the study, ready to break in. "Is it Fu Guang? I said she was a spy who came to harm Liu! I'm going to kill her right now!"

“Stop!” Liu Pinjue stood firm with the help of Anan. He covered the wound on his chest with one hand and took a breath. “Don’t hurt her.”

"Master!" Liu Pinjue said angrily.

Liu Pinjue closed his eyes and said weakly: "Fu Guang is her..."

"W-what?" Abei stammered and took a step back, his face full of disbelief. His face, which usually had no expression, seemed to be cracked in the middle.

"But she is not...she is Fu Guang..." Abei's lips trembled.

Liu Pinjue covered his mouth and coughed twice, "Abei, watch her, don't let her run around, and don't let her do anything irrational."

"Anan, keep the matter secret and find two reliable doctors to check her out as well." Liu Pinjue said.

"She was injured too?" Anan suddenly became nervous.

Liu Pinjue glanced at him and said, "She just had a cut. I didn't see you getting too nervous even though I was injured like this."

Anan smiled awkwardly: "Ah, my lord, good fortune will come to you."

Abei watched the two people walk away, turned his head to look at the study room behind him, stretched out his hand and wanted to push the door in, but he didn't dare to.

For some reason I felt a sense of homesickness.

Abei hasn't figured out how to face Xiao Yurong yet.

Liu Pinjue could feel the blood and temperature flowing away. He was supported by Anan and returned to his room. He then watched Anan hurried out to find a reliable doctor.

Liu Pinjue adjusted his breathing rhythm and blocked his meridians to ensure that he would not lose too much blood before the doctor arrived.

He thought he was too impulsive.

Why did they expose Xiao Yurong? It was obviously best to maintain the status quo.

How should he face Xiao Yurong?

Mingming, just let Xiao Yurong leave tonight.

But now that all this has been exposed, how should he cope with it?

Laying everything out in the open, how should he deal with Xiao Yurong as the head of the Liu family?

Liu Pinjue covered the wound on his heart, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something and gradually crushed.

"Haha..." He lowered his body, covered his face and laughed out loud, "Qingqing misled me."

Liu Pinjue asked Anan and Abei to block the news, and only a few people in the entire Liu family knew the truth.

Liu Pinjue was afraid that the news would leak out. Someone in the Liu family would take a fancy to Xiao Yurong's identity and hide the truth from their superiors, which would be disadvantageous to Xiao Yurong.

However, Li Yaozhi and Xie Deshu, who were supposed to meet Xiao Yurong a few days ago, knew this news.

Upon hearing the news, Xie Deshu turned around and saw Li Yaozhi vomiting blood on the spot.

In the next few days, Li Yaozhi kept holding on.

Xie Deshu originally wanted to break into Liu's house directly, but was stopped by Li Yaozhi.

Since Liu Pinjue knew Xiao Yurong's identity, he must have made some preparations. It would not be so easy.

At this juncture, we cannot lose both the wife and the army.

When Li Yaozhi was heartbroken, Yi Yan came to pick him up.

As Yi Yan approached the camp, he could hear the army's morale-shaking remarks.

"How's it going?"

"I don't know. Ever since he got the secret report, the young master was so angry that he vomited blood. He has been coughing up blood over and over again since then."

"Oh, how can we fight this? What are you so afraid of, young master? Why don't you attack?"

“Even that one is here.”

The subordinates looked at Yi Yan who came to replace Li Yaozhi, and whispered with their heads down.

Yi Yan glanced at them and they stopped talking.

Li Yaozhi now wrote a letter and asked a carrier pigeon to take it to Yunzhou. The words were sincere and every word made people cry.

"For Liu Pinjue?" Yi Yan raised his eyebrows. "It's useless for you to do this. Liu Pinjue won't kill the little princess, but he won't listen to you either."

"That's enough." Li Yaozhi closed his eyes, "She's still alive, that's enough."

Yi Yan looked at the dark circles under his eyes and thought he looked crazy. He said, "You should take a break and stop forcing yourself."

Seeing that Li Yaozhi didn't respond, he continued, "I was scared to death when I saw you vomiting blood. Don't let you die before the princess is saved. Otherwise, how can I explain to her? I'm here to take your place. Drink some medicine and go to sleep first. Believe me, Liu Pinjue will never kill the little princess."

"No, His Highness hasn't come back yet, and I can't sleep." Li Yaozhi shook his head.

Yi Yan clicked his tongue and raised his eyebrows, "You are more than just loyal to her, right?"

Li Yaozhi frowned and said nothing.

"Do you love *** so much?" Yi Yan asked.

"Love?" Li Yaozhi smiled mockingly.

It’s no longer a question of love or not.

Xiao Yurong and he had been together for more than twenty years. They knew each other when they were young, fell in love with each other when they were young, and then they walked together.

To him, Xiao Yurong is his master, his sister, his playmate, his confidant, and his beloved.

I can no longer distinguish between love, family and friendship.

Xiao Yurong stepped on his shoulders to pick kites, smiled as she shared the newly-tributed fruits with him, rode horses with him, and studied with him.

Li Yaozhi had been Xiao Yurong for most of his life.

Li Yaozhi does not need love to make himself complete. On the contrary, love is his weakness.

Because of Xiao Yurong's existence, he committed suicide in his previous life, and in this life he mistakenly believed that Xiao Yurong had died of illness. He was at a loss and almost became depressed for life or burned himself to death.

He didn't care whether Xiao Yurong was the same as him, nor did he care whether Xiao Yurong would give and sacrifice for him. As long as Xiao Yurong was happy, it was enough.

Just as he had told his brothers before, just think about her, not his own thoughts.

His mother wanted him to marry a daughter from aristocratic family who could benefit the family in all aspects, and who was dignified, generous, and good at managing the household.

But for Li Yaozhi, that place in his heart was occupied by one person.

No matter how great the grace of birth and upbringing he had, no matter how stunning his beauty was, no matter how superior and wealthy his family background was, no matter how great and long-lasting his reputation was, it could not compare to the fact that Xiao Yurong had occupied most of his life.

"If you say it is love, then it is." Li Yaozhi closed his eyes.

Yi Yan glanced at the letter that Li Yaozhi wrote to Liu Pinjue, which was full of good things to say.

As long as Liu Pinjue was willing to return Xiao Yurong unharmed, Li Yaozhi promised almost everything.

"This is a losing deal. You know Liu Pinjue won't kill her. She just wants to use her to threaten you and her brother." Yi Yan said, "You obviously have a better way."

Li Yaozhi said: "I can't care about so many things. I just want her to be alive and well."

So what if you are in a high position, hold great power, have a huge fortune, or leave your name in history?

He couldn't stand it.

He couldn't bear that scene. He couldn't bear the fact that his childhood sweetheart died in his arms, barely breathing.

He couldn't bear to lose Xiao Yurong again.

Yi Yan felt that Li Yaozhi's sanity was in jeopardy.

There is no point in saying more to Li Yaozhi in this state.

So Yi Yan stood up and said, "Let me take over from now on. Your mind is in turmoil and you are not fit to lead the battle anymore."

"I will bring her back alive and give you a complete version of her." Yi Yan promised.

Li Yaozhi took a deep breath, suppressed the sweet taste in his throat, and closed his eyes. "Thank you."

He also understood that his current state was no longer suitable for stabilizing the situation. After all, he was in a state of confusion and was on the verge of collapse. How could he stabilize the situation?

Now many people in the army are in panic because of his performance, so it would be good to let Yi Yan stabilize the situation.

Since Xiao Yurong believed in Yi Yan, he was also willing to believe in Yi Yan.

Yi Yan looked at him and shook his head and sighed. Xiao Yurong wanted Li Yaozhi to feel pain and it was painful, and it was really cruel.

It looks like Li Yaozhi is about to suffer from PTSD.