"Emperor." Qingcheng called out softly, struggling to support himself.
"Lying down quickly and not moving." Xuanyuan Qi said as he hurriedly stepped forward to prevent her from getting up. Seeing that she stopped moving, he sat down by the bed and looked at her with pity.
The right shoulder was wrapped in white gauze. When he raised his hand, he felt aching pain. In a blink of an eye, Qingcheng saw the bright red oozing from the white gauze.
"Does it hurt?" Seeing Qingcheng frowning in pain, Xuanyuan Qi leaned forward and asked with concern.
He moved back slightly, opened the distance between each other, and moved, Qingcheng couldn't help but scream in pain.
"I didn't expect that Concubine Li would be so gentle and charming to Qingcheng." Xuanyuan Qi clenched his fists tightly, and a trace of anger gradually gathered from his eyebrows: "If the queen hadn't arrived in time, I would have lost the goddess.
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Queen Qingcheng looked at the angry Xuanyuan Qi and felt a little funny: "Then do you want to thank the Queen for your life-saving grace?"
"It's not necessary. It's her queen's responsibility to share my worries and solve my problems?" Xuanyuan Qi paused for a moment and said hatefully: "I will never let such things happen again!"
Qingcheng didn't want to hear Xuanyuan Qi's words of too many promises. He remembered the woman Li Fei who was plotted by others like him, so he quickly interrupted him and asked, "How is Li Fei?"
"That bitch, what else do you mention her?" Xuanyuan Qi had a gloomy face, and an angry light shone in his eyes, as if comforting her: "I have executed her, so the goddess doesn't have to worry anymore."
"Ah!" Qingcheng was shocked and quickly supported himself, unable to help but grab Xuanyuan Qi's sleeve. His voice also increased a lot, and he asked anxiously: "What about the child in her belly?"
Xuanyuan Qi was stunned, and then said lightly: "I'll go with his mother."
"Are you dead?" Qingcheng murmured, letting go of his hand in shock, and looking at the man in front of him in horror: Humane emperor's love is as cool as water, as thin as paper, he even takes it personally
Can you do it too?
It seemed that he hadn't heard Qingcheng's murmuring, Xuanyuan Qi said hatefully: "If Concubine Li had known that she was so cruel and ruthless, she shouldn't have left her for the sake of her possession of the dragon seed."
It seemed like a heavy hammer hit Qingcheng's heart, and his fingers were so shocked that he was cold, and even his heart trembled: come and go when he was swung. Love is so good, hate is so wrong, and angry is so angry
Next, you can kill him without asking any questions, and even the unborn free biological flesh and blood have not been spared?
Qingcheng has no sympathy for Concubine Li who wants to kill herself and death. It was that child. What did he do wrong? If he is wrong, it is because he mistakenly surrendered to the imperial family?
"Is he your child?" Qingcheng thought, and couldn't help but say it casually.
Xuanyuan Qi was turned. The perverted eyes flashed with pain, and the eyes of Qingcheng also turned elsewhere: "When the queen arrived, Concubine Li had already fallen to the ground and had a miscarriage, and the child could no longer be saved." Youyou was low and deep
The voice slightly reduced Qingcheng's burden, and he did not ask about Concubine Li's being pushed down by Concubine Qingcheng. Before Qingcheng could think more, Xuanyuan Qi spoke again, his tone was cold: "It's as vicious as Concubine Li's
Even if the prince is born, he will not be able to go there when he thinks of his vicious mother. It would be better to let her follow his mother."
Silence, a long silence. The heart, which had just reduced the burden slightly, was filled with a heavy stone, and Qingcheng was blocked so uncomfortable.
"Does your wound still hurt?" At some point, Xuanyuan Qi stole his body and stared at his bandaged but bloody wound. It was so close that Qingcheng could feel the breath he exhaled. When he looked back, he was concerned.
The abnormal eyes fell into Qingcheng's sight.
He supported himself and moved backwards, pulling up the quilt that had slid down awkwardly: "I'm fine."
Xuanyuan Qi ignored everything Qingcheng did and said to himself: "You don't want to be protected by me, and I can't come to see you often. This time it was the queen who saved you! But what if there is next time? If there is a second time,
Time, what should you do if you call me?"
Look at him.
Qingcheng was really shocked. Xuanyuan Qi looked straight at him. The flashing light made her panic and scared her.
It was a kind of love, obsession, lover-like look.
Qingcheng wanted to escape. She escaped from his eyes and escaped from his sight, a place where he could not touch.
"Qingcheng asks the emperor to build the Heavenly Girl Hall for me. I want a palace of my own, a palace that is representative in the eyes of the people of Tianchen. It belongs to my Heavenly Girl." For some reason, Qingcheng blurted out and felt in his heart.
There is no panic, no helplessness, only calmness and determination.
Xuanyuan Qi stared at Qingcheng for a long time, wondering why the woman's weak heart suddenly made him lose his peeping: at this moment she was extremely firm, without a trace of panic or confusion, not asking for it, but being ordering.
"Okay." Xuanyuan Qi agreed solemnly, his eyes became extremely sharp, and he shot directly into Qingcheng like an eagle, and suddenly smiled: "But it can only be built in Tianchen Palace!"
"No problem." A decision was made in an instant. Qingcheng tucked the silk quilt and turned around. A lazy voice came slowly: "Master, I'm tired, please go back!"