After a pause, as if he remembered something again, he sat next to her and asked, "What did you sing just now? It sounds weird."

Murong Qianqian threw down what she had in her hand, stepped forward and said, "It sounds good, isn't it? This song depicts a very sad misunderstanding in a narrative way.

‘She is just my sister, you don’t care about this explanation. I was not mentally prepared. I saw someone beside you and I didn’t know who he was.’

It’s very tragic, I think it makes sense, but that guy was so unlucky that he was cuckolded and misunderstood that he was looking for his sister, hey~”

After finishing speaking, seeing that Xuanyuan Yao had no reaction, he stepped forward and said, "Yao Yao, do you really want to drug Fusang? Isn't this too cruel?"

Xuanyuan Yao raised his hand to push away the broken hair from her ears, and said casually: "It's quite cruel..."

"Yao Yao thinks so too, so don't..."

Halfway through, Murong Qianqian's next words were drowned out by Xuanyuan Yao's unfinished words, "...let me give you the medicine, or Qianqian, you go ahead."

"Haha~ Yaoyao is really good at joking." Murong Qianqian quickly moved away and muttered: "Tsk~ I don't want to do such a damned thing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanyuan Yao pulled her into his arms with a long arm, "Qianqian, are you willing to let your man suffer the punishment of God?"

Murong Qianqian chuckled, "Haha, of course I'm not willing to do it~" But she was even more reluctant to be punished by God.

…

When night fell, Nan Lingqi appeared in front of Fusang.

In some dilapidated pavilions, the bright moonlight sheds silvery light, the breeze blows slowly, the fragrance of wine overflows, and Fusang and Nan Lingqi sit opposite each other.

If it weren't for the unbridled spread of the breath of death, beautiful scenery, handsome men and beautiful women, this would be such a beautiful picture.

Fuso wore an elegant white dress with cyan vines simply embroidered on the cuffs, her hair was tied into a bun, and she also had a golden walking stick inserted into her hair.

She didn't speak, she just wanted to take another look at Nan Lingqi in this silence. This was her last chance, and she would cherish every minute.

"You seem to be very happy tonight, aren't you angry?" Nan Lingqi asked in confusion as he played with the jade pendant in his hand.

From the moment she appeared in front of her, Fusang smiled very beautifully, just like the simple and pure little girl she once was, the little Fusang who didn't know the heights of the world.

For some reason, Nan Lingqi's heart felt stinging for a moment. This feeling was very weak, so he quickly ignored it.

Fusang deepened the curvature of her lips, and she wanted to disappear with a smile, "Angry? I want to be angry, but..." I am a chess piece after all, so who have the right to be angry.

She didn't say what was in her heart, she just chuckled, "But Qi has already appeared in front of me. I have thought about it. If you don't get it, you don't have to force it."

"Don't force what you can't get?" Nan Lingqi looked at Fusang, feeling unspeakably annoyed in his heart.

"Yes, Qi~ Since I can't make you fall in love with me, then I will choose to give up. Remember, Fusang is no longer obsessed with you now, and Fusang will not be obsessed with you in the future."

Such relaxed words with a clear laughter, but it sounds as heavy as a thousand pounds of iron pressing on the chest, making people breathless.

Inexplicably, Nan Lingqi subconsciously tightened her fingers in her sleeves. Why did she feel pain instead of anger when she heard this woman say she didn't want to love him?

No, he couldn't be so soft-hearted. Fusang was just a chess piece he had trained. How could he fall in love with this chess piece?

"If you think this is good, then I will naturally support you. After all, I can't give you happiness." Every word is like carving out the flesh in your heart.

Fusang smiled brightly, picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured a glass, "This wine is really fragrant, so Fusang is welcome. Let's have a drink first."

After saying that, she took a deep look at Nan Lingqi, then raised her head and prepared to drink it all in one gulp.

Just as the wine was about to be drunk, Nan Lingqi waved his sleeves reflexively and knocked over Fusang's wine glass.

"Clang~", the cup fell to pieces.

Nan Lingqi looked at the wine glass coldly, tightened his fingers and said, "I just forgot to have someone clean this glass."

Fusang was stunned for a moment. She remembered that this cup was the cup that Nan Lingqi had poisoned. This time she just subconsciously wanted to try what would happen to him if she really chose the poisoned wine.

Fortunately, he knocked over the wine glass, which proved that Nan Lingqi did not completely ignore her in terms of friendship. This action was enough.

"I have treasured this pot of wine for a long time. You can drink it from this cup~" After pouring a cup, Nan Lingqi handed it to Fusang.

This time, the hand that took the wine glass trembled a little, and tears gradually filled Fusang's eyes. She raised her head to calm down for a while.

Then, he smiled and said to Nan Lingqi: "Qi, no matter what happened, I am very grateful that you appeared in my life. I have no regrets."

After taking a sip of wine, her face gradually turned pale.

"You drink slowly, I have to leave beforehand." Nan Lingqi felt angry at his own weakness. He was eager to escape so he didn't notice Fusang's changes.

Fusang originally expected to die in Nan Lingqi's arms, but he realized the cruelty at the last moment, so he reluctantly stood up and saluted: "Fusang, I send you to the emperor~"

emperor?

She used to call herself "Qi" in private, but today she calls herself "Emperor". It seems that she has really let go, and yes, he has imprisoned her for years.

Nan Lingqi did not look back. He flicked his sleeves and robe before turning around and walking away.

Fusang raised her hand and wanted to hug this figure for the last time, but she was too far away and it was too late. In the end, she could only make a hug gesture behind him.

"Pfft~", scarlet blood flowed out of his mouth, staining his collar red along his chin.

Fusang's figure swayed for a moment, and then almost fell down, "Qi, goodbye~ It's a pity that there is no afterlife..."

I don’t know if God opened his eyes, but a strong wind suddenly blew up, and the words as light as falling snow were blown away by the whistling wind.

Nan Ling's ears twitched. When she heard this sentence, she felt something was wrong for no reason. She subconsciously turned around and saw Fusang spitting out blood. She was suddenly startled.

"Fusang, Fusang!" He rushed up and hugged her, hugging her tightly as she was exhausted.

The vision in front of her was a little blurry, but Fusang could clearly see that Nan Lingqi's deep eyes had become clearer, and she could see the pain in his eyes.
Chapter completed!