Chapter 1 Unlucky Princess

The night is like ink, covering this seemingly quiet world.

Suddenly, in a narrow alley on the street, a silver Bentley rushed out like a cluster of meteors in the night, shuttled between the rain of bullets, mixed with the roar of the engine and galloping.

"Su Qingxue, you are the best and most capable agent under me. Your task this time is to safely transfer the target! At all costs, understand?"

The boss's order was still circulating in Su Qingxue's mind, but the emergency scene of the next moment could not allow Su Qingxue to recall too much. A bullet with a powerful wind roared and hit the left rearview mirror with a "pop". Suddenly, Su Qingxue stared and felt that the space in front of him seemed to have been smashed by the heavy bullet. It instantly solidified, turned into fragments and drifted away.

"Damn~"

Su Qingxue suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and the car accelerated, rotated into a beautiful and incredible S-shape, and rushed towards the other party's besieged vehicle. At the same time, Su Qingxue grabbed the target's skirt and opened the door on the other side, just pulling hard. Su Qingxue jumped out of the car with the target.

With only a "bang" sound, the two cars collided. With a roar, the explosion sounded, and in an in an hour, thick smoke billowed and red light lifted the sky. Taking advantage of the shift of everyone's attention, Su Qingxue picked up the target and moved straight to the edge of the cliff.

The cliff is high, and the angry waves beat the shore.

"Jump off the cliff! Someone will answer below~"

Looking back at the retreat of the target, Su Qingxue's eyebrows tightened.

"Jump, time is running out!"

The next moment, the sound of chasing soldiers came behind him.

"They are there!"

Seeing that the pursuers came up immediately, dozens of black muzzle aimed at Su Qingxue and the two of them.

Su Qingxue turned around reflexively and pushed the target character down the cliff with a wave of her arm.

At the same time, a bullet spewed out of the red chamber and rushed straight towards Su Qingxue in the shape of a fan.

Feeling the fluctuation brought by the pressure on the surrounding air when the bullets broke out, Su Qingxue quickly turned around.

As a professional agent, Su Qingxue knows very well that avoiding a high-speed heavy bullet is nothing to her, but this fan-like bullet is absolutely fatal to herself now.

Su Qingxue quickly turned around and tried to avoid the impact of those bullets on her deadly parts. At this moment, she exhausted the fastest speed of her life.

Just as Su Qingxue quickly turned around, in her tense eyes, the dark night from the sky seemed to bring a huge sense of oppression in an instant. It was an extraordinary force, as if the surrounding space was rotating with her.

Time solidifies at this moment, and the surrounding bullets seem to stand still and hover in front of you.

However, the sudden oppression did not stop, and the dark whirlpool suddenly enveloped Su Qingxue's whole body.

Su Qingxue only felt the darkness in front of her eyes, and she felt weightless in the air. Next, as soon as the body is light, there is no consciousness.

At the same time, the bullets flying in the shape of fans seemed to play back in slow motion, elegantly drawing red light in the air, like a colorful fan tail. It roared by, disappeared into the endless night, and lost its luster in an instant...

I don't know how long it took, Su Qingxue began to feel a faint light, and it was getting brighter and brighter, and her eyes were painful. Su Qingxue couldn't help raising her hand to cover it slightly and slowly opened her eyes.

Looking around, everything around is so strange. In the small wooden house, only a small wooden window shines a little. The side is full of piles of firewood and thatch, emitting a damp musty smell.

"Where am I?"

Su Qingxue looked down at herself, but was surprised to find that she was wearing ancient-style coarse hemp clothes. When she raised a pair of jade hands, her hands were full of blood bubbles and cocoons.

Is this the case?! Aren't you on a mission? I remember that I was besieged by dozens of people on the edge of the cliff! Is this the hell? That's not right!

Thinking of this, Su Qingxue only felt that her head was about to be torn apart, and she was in severe pain. Su Qingxue couldn't help holding her head in her hands to control the great pain.

At this time, scenes of images continued to reappear in her mind like slides. It was not until the headache stopped that Su Qingxue regained her mind.

It's over. I'm a modern female agent, and I actually traveled through time!

Feed the string of messages transmitted to her by the headache, Su Qingxue actually felt like being struck by lightning. I couldn't help exclaiming: "This is actually true!"

Is there really a soul in this world?! And a wisp of my own ghost happened to float on this body, and it also carried the original memory of the owner of this body.

More coincidentally, this owner is also called Su Qingxue, and he is the youngest princess of Yuzhao. Unfortunately, the princess's fate is really a little bad.

Speaking of this, the princess's mother was once the emperor's favorite concubine. When the emperor went out to sacrifice to the sky, she was framed by the concubines of the harem to create a layout to frame her of adultery with outsiders. The emperor was furious and put him in a cold palace and sentenced him to life imprisonment. And since her birth, this little princess can only live in the cold palace with her mother, and has always been regarded as a demon girl, wild seed and unknown by everyone. When she was born, she had never seen her father, and the emperor only thought that she did not exist.

I didn't kill her when she was born, but I saw her favored mother and let her have a way to live. And after her mother's death, the concubines treated her as slaves and were submissive all their lives.

After Su Qingxue carried these memories, she just squeezed her thin lips and sighed.

"Oh, what an unlucky princess."

Su Qingxue really understood the true meaning of mourning his misfortune and anger.

Since I have been reborn, I will rewrite the fate of Princess Su Qingxue for her!

Thinking of this, Su Qingxue couldn't help but be a little excited. I just wanted to stand up, but I felt dizzy and stuffy. The bones of the whole body seem to have been tortured, and it feels like they are going to fall off. The body is also sour and swollen, soft and weak.

Feeling such a big physical gap before and after, Su Qingxue couldn't help but feel aggrieved:

"Damn it, just wear it. It's really unlucky. Think about it in modern times, at least she is also the most famous female agent in the industry. No matter her appearance, skills and wisdom, she is outstanding and one in a million! But now, she is not only dressed as an unlucky princess, but also with such a weak and unlucky body!"

raised his hand and probed his forehead, and the hot temperature reached the palm of his hand. Damn, he still has a low fever, but there is no medicine in this firewood room.

Now the body is too weak, and the low fever has not subsided. It seems that such a weak body will take some time to recuperate.

"Yes, meditation and relaxation should speed up the body's self-recovery function and relieve the disease ~ Su Qingxue, you have to calm down!"

So, Su Qingxue sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and tried to calm down. After crossing, she had not calmed down and was ready to meditate and relax.

It's not easy to suppress the restless mood when you are about to breathe and spit. With a "bang", the door of the firewood room was kicked open.

"Dead girl, have you slept all day and night, are you dead?! Don't pretend to be sick here! Come out to work before you breathe! The tea room is short of manpower. Hurry over!"

The rude and sharp roar couldn't help but make Su Qingxue's eyebrows tighten. I slowly opened my eyes, but I saw an old mater with round arms and a vulgar face, with her hands folded at the door.

Su Qingxue looked up and down at her. Her indifferent and sharp eyes couldn't help but make the old matan stunned.

What's wrong with this girl? She has been ill. Has she changed her character? Are people's eyes getting sharper?

The old M Mother couldn't help straightening her chest, strengthening her courage, and then roared:

"Dead girl, I'm tired of living! How dare you give me a wine?! You have eaten the bear heart and leopard's courage. Let's see how I deal with you later!"

Su Qingxue ignored it and got up and walked to her without fear.

Boking tea, right? I'm going there!"

Su Qingxue suppressed her unhungry and replied coldly. There is no temperature in the words, and the indifferent eyes are even more breathtaking.

The old woman frowned, no~ Originally, this girl trembled with fear when she saw herself. One word of her roar could scare her into tears in the corner of the wall. Where did the former timid fear go?!

Why have you been sick for a day and a night, but now it's like a different person. Thinking of the look and tone just now, I couldn't help but be a little scared. For a moment, the body tilted slightly aside in fear, leaving a small gap.

Su Qingxue just passed by with a blank face, ignored the old mr at all, and went straight to the tea room. After a long time, the old Mami recovered and couldn't help cursing at Su Qingxue's back.

"You~you~you, you little hoof, don't come back if you have the ability~ Come back and see how I can treat you!"

Su Qingxue gradually drifted away and turned a deaf ear to the old Mage's curse behind her, but her lips still overflowed with a disdainful hum.

The tea room is not too far from the firewood house, perhaps because this place is relatively hidden. Usually, those maids like to gather here to talk about some hearsay gossip and enjoy their boring court life.

When I arrived at the tea room, I saw a layer of worry on the faces of the maids. Su Qingxue only felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

As soon as the chattering maids saw themselves entering the door, they stopped their work, stopped their words, and looked at themselves strangely. The air is filled with a kind of mysterious silence, which seems to hide some unspeakable secrets.