Chu Jiaoli's face turned red and she didn't dare to raise her eyes to look at him. She lowered her head without tears and said: "No such thing..."
Beigong Tengxiao raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Why don't you like me holding your hand?"
Chu Jiaoli was stunned for a long time, unable to react.
This...is this what Beigong Tengxiao would say?!
She swallowed, the tears on her face were slightly dry, and her slightly dry eyes were filled with warmth at this moment.
"Say." Beigong Tengxiao's voice was hoarse and magnetic, lingering in her ears for a long time.
"No, I don't like it..." When she said this, her lips trembled.
Beigong Tengxiao grabbed her hand with more force and said, "I am asking the previous question."
Chu Jiaoli slowly lowered her head, and she raised a pair of beautiful eyebrows in hesitation.
Seeing her hesitation, Beigong Tengxiao narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, looked at her dodging eyes, and added fuel to the fire: "You said, I will keep it a secret for you."
Chu Jiaoli was startled for a moment, then frowned frequently and became hesitant to speak.
"No!" Chu Jiaoli immediately raised her head and shook her head hurriedly.
Seeing him staring at her silently, she lowered her head guiltily.
A long time passed, and his patience was eroding little by little. Beigong Tengxiao lowered his eyes and slowly loosened his grip on her hand.
Feeling the warmth gradually leaving her hand, she finally broke out in desperation: "My master gave it to me!"
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao's lips curved slightly, waiting for her to tell the truth.
Chu Jiaoli bit her lip and said, "My master has poisoned me, and I must take an antidote every seven days."
Beigong Tengxiao pondered for a moment. There was indeed something fishy about this medicine. Maybe it was proof that it was covering up Chu Jiaoli's traces.
"I...that's all I can really say..." Chu Jiaoli's voice sounded like a mosquito. If Beigong Tengxiao knew that Mo Wuyou sent her to kill him, he would definitely hate himself...
The corners of Beigong Tengxiao's lips raised slightly and he said: "I understand."
Chu Jiaoli raised her eyes to look at him. Seeing his unclear smile, she suddenly felt a little depressed.
Why are you laughing? Is it because... is the fact that she was poisoned funny to him?
The hand against hers had quietly left her, as if her soul had been taken away, and her heart ached so much that she could hardly breathe.
Did he... not give her the medicine? Did he... wish that she would die early?!
Is she really that annoying to him?
Just as he was about to speak, he saw Beigong Tengxiao's lips pressing up.
Chu Jiaoli's body froze suddenly, her pupils dilated, and she stayed blank for a long time.
In an instant, her face turned red and hot, she held her breath, and her mind went blank.
He, Beigong Tengxiao, the man she has admired for a long time, the man who said it was wrong to like her, is kissing her?
Did she suffer such a heavy blow that she developed serious delusions?
But is this such a real feeling really just a figment of imagination?
At some point, Beigong Tengxiao slowly left her, raised his slender fingers and gently rubbed her soft lips, and said hoarsely: "Breathe."
Chu Jiaoli looked into his deep eyes, and for the first time, she truly felt that in his bottomless pupils, there was only her shadow reflected.
As he spoke, Chu Jiaoli coughed awkwardly and immediately began to breathe normally.
After she adjusted, Beigong Tengxiao's lips covered her again.
Chu Jiaoli nervously grabbed his collar, closed her eyes, and gradually indulged in it.
Beigong Tengxiao slowly opened his eyes, and a fleeting touch flashed across his eyes.
There is no mistaking this familiar feeling. There is still a faint body fragrance that once belonged to her on her body. She is Chu Jiaoli, which makes him unrecognizable. It has something to do with the medicine she takes.
After thinking about it, his kiss became more and more passionate, catching Chu Jiaoli off guard.
After a long time, the kiss ended. Beigong Tengxiao picked up her hand that was holding his collar, pried open the nervous and stiff fingers one by one, and then put the medicine bottle in his other hand into her hand.
He went up, raised his hand and stroked her cheek, and said: "Good girl, I will keep it a secret."
The moment Beigong Tengxiao stepped into the door, she softened her legs and slowly sat on the ground leaning against the door.
"Oh my god... am I dreaming?" She raised her hand tremblingly, and gently touched her lips with her long fingers, which still retained Bei Gong Tengxiao's warmth.
She didn’t know how long it took before she finally laughed, bit her lip shyly, and said, “Even if it’s just a dream, it’s worth it!”
After a moment, Jingyue stepped into the door, looked at Beigong Tengxiao standing at the window, lowered her head and said: "Your Highness, the guard sent to check the tomb of the former Crown Princess has reported that the empress's coffin has been opened.
There were only some traces of foreign matter inside, and no bones were found."
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao gently raised the corners of his lips and said, "As expected."
He raised his hand, holding a pill between his two slender fingers, and said in a low voice: "Go check, what is this medicine used for, and what kind of poison is it treating?"
"Yes." Jingyue stepped forward and raised her hand, and Beigong Tengxiao put the pill into his palm.
Beigong Tengxiao's eyes darkened slightly, and he was now 100% sure that she was Chu Jiaoli, and he was also sure that she was controlled by someone.
He rolled his eyes, and a person appeared in his mind - Wen Ruyu.
The most skilled doctor in the entire imperial capital, he "resurrected" Chu Jiaoli from the dead, kidnapped her, and then disappeared out of thin air. Even now, there is no clue about Quan Beiming's wanted status.
At the moment, he is still a little confused. Is Wen Ruyu a grudge or a grudge?
Dongling Kingdom, Lingyue Pavilion.
The house was in a mess, and the maid and eunuch turned the house upside down.
There was a "crackling" movement, and everything on the table was swept to the floor.
Donggong Cangqiong gritted his teeth angrily, walked quickly to Zhonggong Minngling, raised his hand and pinched her chin hard, stared with scarlet eyes, and said: "Where is Zhonggong Huanli? Where did Zhonggong Huanli go?
?!"
A water-bending magic practitioner actually slipped away from under his nose like this?!
Zhonggong Minngling was pinched so hard that her face hurt. She frowned in discomfort and whispered: "Your Majesty, I don't know..."
"Pah!" Donggong Cangqiong raised his hand and slapped her hard, glaring at her and saying, "Give you another chance, where did you hide her?"
Zhong Gong Minngling was so dizzy from being slapped that her cheeks instantly became red and swollen. She bit her lip gently and said, "Maybe...she was rescued by Zhong Gong Tang Luo..."
"Zhonggong Tangluo?!" Donggong Cangqiong's voice couldn't help but rise up. He gritted his teeth tightly and immediately turned away from her face. He snorted coldly and said, "I see you are pregnant, so I will spare your life."