Wen Ruyu dodged lightly and stood in front of her, raising the corners of her lips with a hint of teasing: "You still don't recognize my aura."
Mo Wei closed her palm, exhaled softly, threw the heavy sword in her hand to him, turned around and sat on the stone chair, put the antidote on the table, and said: "Of course it is not as good as Master's magical power.
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With a smile in her eyes, Wen Ruyu looked at the sword in her hand, her slender fingers ran across the scabbard she had touched, stroking it lustfully, and said: "Weiwei, within ten feet, I know your breath very well."
Mo Wei raised her eyes. She was naturally unwilling to give in due to her competitive spirit. She snorted coldly and said, "Are you trying to say that it would be easy for you to kill me?"
"Weiwei, I will never hurt you."
Mo Wei frowned, crossed her legs, crossed her arms, leaned back slightly, and said, "Then what are you showing off to me?"
Wen Ruyu raised her hand and caressed her face, saying, "Weiwei, your mouth is always unforgiving."
Mo Wei raised her hand irritably to shake his hand away, but he held it with both hands and touched her hot beating heart, saying: "I want to say, because you are here, I will know everything about you."
Care."
Hearing this, Mo Wei raised her pretty eyebrows and said, "Are you really not afraid?"
Wen Ruyu raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "What?"
She reached out and grabbed his collar and pulled it down. Looking at his exquisite face so close, she opened the antidote bottle held in her other hand and said coldly: "Your life is really in my hands."
In my hand, if I want to kill you, it will be easier for you to kill me."
There was a smile in Wen Ruyu's eyes: "My life, everything about me, is up to you to take whatever you want."
"Hmph." Mo Wei sneered, "That's easy to say."
Wen Ruyu held her hand holding the antidote bottle and fed the antidote to her lips.
Mo Wei looked at him and poured all the antidote into her mouth without hesitation, her eyes gradually changing from pride to confusion.
She drank the only bottle of antidote this month, how could he still be so indifferent?
Wen Ruyu looked at her white neck, and the unrolled throat made him raise the corners of his lips. He smiled lightly, his fingertips traced her delicate skin, and he opened his lips and said: "Swallow it."
The clear sound seemed to be bewitched by magic, constantly pulling her and taking away her thoughts.
Mo Wei frowned slightly, woke up, regained her senses, raised her head, touched his lips, and slowly gave him the potion in her mouth.
After a long time, she breathed out gently, then glared at him fiercely and said, "What are you doing? Are you really going to die?"
"You can bear the small pain. If my pain can make you happy, I will be happy."
"You!" Mo Wei was furious. She looked into his hot eyes. No matter how slow she was, she could understand his thoughts. She just wanted her to admit in person that she cared about him, she liked him, and she didn't want him to suffer! p>
Daydream about his blue sky!
Mo Wei turned away, regained her cold and arrogant expression, and said: "It may be useful for the time being, but I will spare your life for this month."
Wen Ruyu raised the corner of her lips, wiped away the glint on the corner of her mouth with her fingers, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, young master, for your gift."
Mo Wei suddenly thought of something, looked up at him and said, "Kill someone for me."
"Who?"
"Beigong Tengxiao."
Wen Ruyu twirled a strand of her black hair, sniffed the fragrance on her neck, kissed her gently and said, "He can't live."
Mo Wei withdrew the green hair from his hand, her expression showing a cold look: "Be prepared for any trouble."
Prince's Mansion.
Outside the bathroom, Jingyue looked solemn and hurried over. Looking at Beigong Tengxiao who was recovering from the poison again, he lowered his head and reported: "Your Highness, the empress has lost her temper."
Beigong Tengxiao endured the severe pain, and his clenched hands were covered with veins: "Whatever she wants, give it to her."
Jingyue frowned and said, "Your Highness, your Majesty is not in a poisonous state."
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao opened his eyes with his eyes tightly closed. He frowned and looked sideways at him outside the screen and said, "What's going on?"
"I have never seen your Majesty get so angry. Your Majesty said that if you lost something, the entire Prince's Mansion will be overthrown."
Beigong Tengxiao's face was gloomy, and he hurriedly got up to change clothes.
Before they reached the Biluo Hall, they saw the servants kneeling on the ground outside, trembling tremblingly. When they saw Beigong Tengxiao approaching, they all kowtowed and saluted: "Hail your highness."
"Your Highness is wronged. This slave really did not steal anything from the queen."
"Your Highness is wronged..."
The noisy redress of grievances with trembling voices came one after another. Bei Gong Tengxiao was upset when he heard it, and he shouted sternly: "That's it! I will make the decision on my own."
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence. Before it stopped for a moment, a loud bang was heard from inside the house.
Bei Gong Tengxiao quickly walked into the house and saw the mess on the floor. Bedding and pillows were scattered. The dressing table had been turned upside down. A tea table fell to the ground and the antique porcelain on the shelf was broken.
On the ground, there was no place to stay.
When the maids in the house saw Beigong Tengxiao's arrival, they immediately picked up the mess on the ground and cleared a clean path for him.
"Gone! Gone!" Chu Jiaoli looked panicked, her face was covered with tears, and she fell into collapse.
Bei Gong Tengxiao looked down and saw that her hanging fingers were dripping with blood. He walked forward quickly, picked up her hand and looked at it carefully. The soft fingertips were cut open by a sharp weapon. He saw that she was emotionally unstable.
, he didn’t blame, he just called Jingyue to bring a bandage, and expertly bandaged her to stop the bleeding.
"Li'er, what's missing? Such a big battle."
Chu Jiaoli held his hand tightly, looked at him in panic, and said: "The thumb ring, the sapphire thumb ring that Qinglong gave to my concubine. I always carry it with me as a belt, and never leave my body for a moment, but...it is missing."
It’s all my fault... If I hadn’t been sick and confused, there would have been no memory loss..."
Beigong Tengxiao hugged her into his arms and said: "Don't worry, I will help you find her. I promise that you will find her."
Chu Jiaoli nervously grabbed his robe and said with trembling lips and teeth: "We must find it, Your Highness, we must find it!"
Qinghuang Hall.
There was no one around. Donggong Qinghuang held the ring in her hand, illuminated it by the candlelight, and fell into deep contemplation.
After a long time, she spoke softly: "Brother, please rest assured, the emperor will definitely avenge you. That Chu Jiaoli will not live long."
"Knock, knock, knock..." There was a knock on the door outside the house, and Dong Gong Qinghuang put away her thumb ring vigilantly.
Fang Fei walked in from outside the house, closed the door, walked to the side of Qinghuang in the East Palace, and said softly: "Your Majesty, Wen Liang has escaped. Before she left, she asked her slave to bring something to her."
After that, she took out a carved box from her sleeve, and when she opened it, there was a dark red piccolo inside.
