Concubine Secret Service: The Tsundere Han King's Strong Favor

Fan Zhi looked at Sikong Zitong who was turning back and forth in front of her, and wondered what happened to Sikong Zitong.

After watching Sikong Zitong for a long time, finally Fan Zhi couldn't help the curiosity in her heart and was ready to ask.

But just as Fan Zhi opened his mouth, Sikong Zitong stopped in front of Fan Zhi, looked at Fan Zhi and said, "Don't follow me."

Hearing these four words, Fanzhi felt bad all of a sudden, because she remembered what Di Fanye said: After the princess comes back, go to the princess's side and wait. If the princess doesn't want you, then you can Disappeared.

Especially thinking of the last sentence: If the princess doesn't want you, then you can disappear.This sentence made Fanzhi feel very afraid.

Fanzhi thought about what Di Fanye said before, and looked at Sikong Zitong with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Seeing Fan Zhi's embarrassing appearance, Sikong Zitong instantly felt speechless, and secretly complained in his heart: Fan Zhi is embarrassing me, okay, why do you put on such an embarrassing appearance?

Thinking of this in his heart, Sikong Zitong's complexion became even worse, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Fan Zhi dangerously and said: "Fan Zhi don't follow me anymore, if you follow me again, don't blame me for being rude."

After finishing speaking, Sikong Zitong didn't care about her, turned around and walked towards the door, but just as Sikong Zitong stepped out, Fan Zhi from behind said: "Since the princess doesn't want to keep Fan Zhi, Fan Zhi can only apologize with death. gone."

After finishing speaking, Fan Zhi took out a dagger from his sleeve, which was given to Fan Zhi by Di Fanyin when Fan Zhi entered the Han Palace, and Fan Zhi kept it by his side as a commemoration of his new start.

Also because it was used as a commemoration, Fanzhi never took it out, and today he didn't expect to take it out and use her to get rid of himself.

Thinking of this, Fanzhi smiled mockingly, closed his eyes and pulled off the scabbard, took out the dagger and stabbed towards his chest.

One second...two seconds...three seconds...soon the time of half a stick of incense passed, but Fanzhi, who had her eyes closed, felt no pain.

Frowning, Fan Zhi opened his eyes full of doubts, and as soon as he opened his eyes, Fan Zhi saw such a scene: Sikong Zitong looked at him angrily with frowning brows.

Seeing Sikong Zitong's appearance, Fan Zhi froze for a moment, then she seemed to see something out of the corner of her eye, and when she turned her gaze, she found that the dagger that should have been pierced into her chest was held by Sikong Zitong.

Moreover, Sikong Zitong's hand holding the dagger was still bleeding, seeing Xue Fanzhi in Sikong Zitong's hand finally regained consciousness, and turned his head to look at Sikong Zitong with a complicated expression.

Sikong Zitong saw that Fan Zhi had regained consciousness, his eyes narrowed, and the hand holding the dagger forcefully snatched the dagger from Fan Zhi's hand.

After grabbing it, under Fan Zhi's surprised eyes, he threw the dagger with a flick of his hand. After the dagger was thrown out, it hit the stone slab with a loud sound.

This burst of sound brought Fan Zhi back to his senses, turned his head to look at the dagger thrown to the ground, Fan Zhi turned his head to look at Sikong Zitong.

Fan Zhi looked at Sikong Zitong and dared not speak, because she felt that Sikong Zitong was like an irritated cat, as long as you made any movement, she would rush over and swallow you up.

Sikong Zitong looked at Fanzhi, feeling very angry in his heart, because he never dared to think that Fanzhi would endanger himself like this, and the gaze he looked at Fanzhi was so deep that Fanzhi felt like Sikong Zitong could swallow himself up with just his eyes Feel.

Sikong Zitong's hand was still bleeding, Fan Zhi didn't dare to look at Sikong Zitong, looked down and saw the blood on Sikong Zitong's hand.

Seeing the blood on Sikong Zitong's hand, Fan Zhi just lifted his head up again, this time Fan Zhi didn't care, and as soon as he raised his head, he said to Sikong Zitong: "Princess, your hands are still bleeding, The subordinate will stop the bleeding for you first, and you will punish the subordinate later."

After finishing speaking, regardless of whether Sikong Zitong agreed or not, he took out the medicine for sores from his bosom, took Sikong Zitong's hand and began to apply the medicine to Sikong Zitong.

The unhappiness in Sikong Zitong's heart just now disappeared when he saw Fan Zhi applying the medicine to himself seriously.

Seeing Fan Zhi's serious look, Sikong Zitong smiled helplessly, then raised his eyes meaningfully and looked at the corner not far away with a half-smile, and then looked back at his hand.

At the corner not far away, Di Fanyin seemed to have done something bad and was discovered, with his back pressed against the wall, panting heavily.

Fan Zhi soon gave Sikong Zitong the good medicine, Fan Zhi took a few steps back, knelt down and bowed his head without saying a word.

Sikong Zitong looked at his hands, then looked at Fan Zhi who had already knelt down and asked, "What are you doing?"

"This subordinate deserves to die, for hurting the princess, please punish her." Hearing Sikong Zitong's question, Fan Zhi lowered his head and said this.

Hearing this sentence, Sikong Zitong smiled helplessly, then raised his feet step by step and walked towards the short sword that he threw out just now.

Fan Zhi heard some movement from Sikong Zitong, and took a peek curiously, but it was good not to peek, as soon as he peeked, he saw Sikong Zitong walking towards his dagger.

Seeing Sikong Zitong walking towards the dagger, Fan Zhixin raised his throat, afraid that Sikong Zitong would pick up the dagger and throw it where he could not find it if he got angry.

Di Fanyin, who was hiding around the corner, also frowned, because she didn't know what the domineering Sikong Zitong was going to do.

Sikong Zitong walked to the dagger and stopped for a while, then slowly squatted down. During the whole process, Fan Zhi became more and more nervous. A little scared.

Sikong Zitong picked up the dagger, and kept spinning it in front of him to look at it. Fan Zhi opened his eyes wide and did not want to miss any of Sikong Zitong's movements.

She didn't even blink her eyes for fear of missing a certain movement of Sikong Zitong, and then she wouldn't be able to find the dagger.

Sikong Zitong has long noticed that Fan Zhi has been staring at him, no, it should be said that he is staring at the dagger in his hand, and raised his eyebrows. Sikong Zitong glanced at Fan Zhi, and then asked knowingly: The short sword is important to you, isn't it?"

Fan Zhi frowned when she heard this, and didn't know how to respond, because she was afraid that Sikong Zitong would throw the dagger away in order to punish herself after she knew the importance of the dagger.

So Fanzhi looked at the dagger in Sikong Zitong's hand, bit his lips and remained silent, and Di Fanyin's frown deepened.