"It is our nature to do whatever it takes." Qiongying replied.
Qingjun was suddenly shocked, she wasn't, he was, he had an unscrupulous nature, he couldn't be as noble as Feng Feili, hated Helian Jiuge's light, and even wanted to kill Wu Yue.
"It tastes good." Qiong Ying added, praising it without hesitation.
Qingjun was a little in disbelief when he heard this. He couldn't understand that he drank this glass of wine because it tasted good, even if it was poisonous wine, so unscrupulous? How could she do this?
"I like this taste very much." Qiong Ying still felt the taste on the tip of his tongue, which was sweet and fragrant and did not dissipate for a long time.
Qingjun was stunned. He had never heard her say what she liked. If the wine had not been drugged, it would have been the most enjoyable meal with her in ten years.
"But, if it's poisoned..." Qingjun didn't dare to ask, because he was poisoned with love potion, which made him feel shameful and did everything possible.
"It doesn't matter." Qiongying didn't care and said calmly as always.
"...How come it doesn't matter?" Qingjun was confused and a little scared in her heart. She obviously drank it, so how could it be okay?
"No medicine is useful to me, and neither is any poison." Qiong Ying told others for the first time.
Qingjun's face turned pale. He didn't know whether he should be happy or disappointed. He never expected such a result. He could only say that it was God's will and he was unwilling to accept it!
"You said that I will only be Qingjun from now on, so why do you still let me go and..." continue to be nice to me? He will mistakenly think that she cares about him, look at him again, and even accept him.
"You're not Lingjun, it's the same as everyone else." Qiongying said calmly.
Qingjun's whole body felt cold, his lips were pale, her voice was the only thing lingering in his mind, and he had a splitting headache. As long as he was not Lingjun's substitute, it was the same for everyone. To her, it didn't matter who he was.
, everything he did was in vain, she wouldn't take it to heart at all.
The clothes were lifted up again, and the dome of shadow walked out of the palace door and gradually disappeared into the dark night.
The wine had gone cold, the room was freezing, and he was the only one left.
Qingjun was dressed in extremely gorgeous red clothes. From the clothes to the boots, everything showed his expectations, but now all red has become the most dazzling color in his eyes.
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The night is deep and everything is quiet, except for the occasional soft sound of falling leaves.
Ye Chen never left, he stood half-step away, looking out the window at the dark night. It was probably midnight. The night wind blew, and he suddenly felt a little cold.
Until there seemed to be a faint sound of footsteps, and he even suspected it was the sound of leaves falling to the ground.
After a while, the footsteps became clearer and clearer, and they had already reached the palace gate and crossed the threshold...
Ye Chen recognized the rhythm of the footsteps, and the feeling that had always been lacking was instantly filled. When he saw the darkness in front of his eyes, he remembered that he hadn't lit the lamp yet, so he hurried over to light it.
Before Ye Chen lit the wick, he was interrupted by her voice.
"Why haven't you gone back so late?" Qiongying came out of the night, as if still carrying the mist of the night, crossed the veil, and came to him in two steps.
Ye Chen almost knocked over the candlestick, why was she walking so fast, as if she was floating over.
"Did I scare you?" Qiongying looked at him. Even in the darkness, she still seemed to be able to see clearly.
"No." Ye Chen finally lit a lamp, and the room suddenly became brighter, and we could see each other's figures clearly.
Just as Ye Chen was about to light the second lamp, he was interrupted again by Qiong Ying.
"It's time to go to bed, no need to light the lamp." Qiongying looked at him.