So Qiongying twisted out the unripe fruits and threw them away, and then picked some ripe ones to make up for them.
After picking the fruits, the two returned to the stream where they had just washed the fruits, then sat on the rocks and ate the fruits together.
Ye Chen secretly glanced at her. She ate very slowly, biting into bits and pieces, and ate in extremely small pieces, so her usual food had to be cooked very carefully.
After eating the fruit, the two of them left the woods and came to the street again. It was already afternoon and there were only a few panic-looking pedestrians on the street.
Ye Chen followed her. Was it accidental or intentional that she came out today? Why did she go to the back mountain of the Prime Minister's Mansion today four years later? Is it just because of Amla?
"Today is a good day." Qiongying said something irrelevant, and then headed east.
Ye Chen quickly followed. To the east was the royal palace of Jinli Kingdom. Yesterday, the leader of Jinli Kingdom died of illness. Today, there is a battle for the throne.
Going east, the smell of blood gets stronger and stronger, and the evil spirit rises to the sky. You can faintly hear the roars of beasts, the collision of weapons, and the whimpering sounds of approaching death.
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The palace was filled with smoke and blood.
Two factions of humans and beasts were fighting, one was Nangong Lue, and the other was Nangong Chen. The battle was raging, and they were probably red-blooded.
The gorgeous palace was stained with blood and looked a bit enchanting.
On the Sky Observation Tower, Qiong Ying watched the battle in the palace, as if watching a play, seemingly carelessly, without arousing any emotion in her.
Ye Chen's expression darkened. What on earth was she looking at? Or did she have any plans? Or was she just watching?
On the high tower, this small platform is very quiet, but below the tower, it is very noisy, with the cry of death.
The sound of footsteps came from under the tower. The people coming were Wuxin and Qingjun. Wuxin was still wearing plain gauze.
Qingjun, on the other hand, is dressed in an enchanting red dress, gorgeous but gorgeous, gorgeous but not vulgar, enchanting and seductive, like a patchwork of manjus and sandalwoods blooming, desperate and bewitching, astonishing in the world of mortals.
"Master." Wuxin lowered his eyes, stood behind Qiongying, and said in a low voice.
Qingjun walked up to Qiongying, stood side by side with her, looked at her, and said somewhat unhappily: "Sister, I originally wanted to come with you at noon, but I didn't expect you to come first."
"Qingjun, what do you think?" Qiongying glanced at him lightly and continued to watch the battle under the tower.
"Currently, Nangong Chen seems to be losing ground." Qingjun only glanced at Zhan Huo and then moved his gaze back to her. Didn't she see it? He deliberately wore red today.
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The palace was in chaos. Powerful illusions destroyed each palace, with tiles flying everywhere and ruins of walls.
Nangong Chen stood on the high steps like a king, looking coldly at the fighting below.
"Chen, aren't you worried?" Jing Ao glanced at Gaota. These people came to watch the show intentionally.
"There's no point worrying." Nangong Chen's eyes darkened, and with a wave of his hand, he caught a raining arrow coming towards him.
"I'm so calm, I feel ashamed." Jing Ao twitched his lips. Han Yue Qiongying and others were hiding in secret and had strange identities. If they were to take advantage of others' danger, the consequences would be disastrous.
"That girl named Wu Xin, who is she?" Nangong Chen glanced at the tower and asked suddenly.
"How do I know? What are you planning?" Jing Ao despised Nangong Chen in his heart.
Chen Ping always behaves like a humble gentleman. On the surface, he seems to be alienated from all women, but in reality he only looks at extremely beautiful women.