When Qingyi said this, her face did not turn red, and her heart did not beat. She could tell at a glance that the medicine Jun Mo Li gave her just now was made from medicinal materials that could only be found once in a hundred years. If she did not take it back, she would feel
I feel sorry for you.
Jun Moli took a deep look at Qingyi without saying a word, his eyes were not as deep as he should be at his age.
Qingyi was not afraid of being seen, and even showed a sweet smile.
This seemingly friendly smile made Jun Moli frown slightly. He flicked his long sleeves and a purple bamboo bottle flew out of his sleeves and flew towards Qing Qing.
Qingyi reached out to take it and said with a smile, "My name is Mu Qingyi."
After saying that, he shook the medicine bottle in his hand and said, "Thank you."
Qingyi had just taken a few steps when he heard the cold voice coming from behind, "Jun Mo Li."
Perhaps, the two of them didn't know it yet, but their fates were already entangled at this moment.
Several years later, who has devoted his whole life to whom, and who has said thousands of words, only asking that you never abandon him.
***
Qingyi walked out of the courtyard, looked back at the pear trees blooming in the breeze, looked back, shrugged, and walked towards the imperial garden.
As soon as they arrived at the Imperial Garden, they saw Ling Aojue standing in front of her with a cold face and a gloomy look.
Qingyi's little heart beat twice involuntarily and subconsciously. He hurriedly hid the purple bamboo bottle in his hand behind his back, walked slowly towards Ling Aojue, showed a flattering smile, and asked pretending to be confused, "
Uncle, why are you here? I just wanted to find you! Let’s go back and have breakfast.”
Ling Aojue saw Qingyi's wrist wrapped in white cloth at a glance, and also saw her little moves to hide things. His face was cold, his eyes were gloomy and terrifying, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly by several degrees.
Qingyi had been hiding her wrists in her sleeves, but she wasn't paying attention and was discovered by Ling Aojue. She suddenly didn't know how to explain the injury on her hands.
Ling Aojue grabbed the hand that was bandaged like a small steamed bun, his eyes were deep and scary.
Naturally, Ling Aojue didn't know that Qingyi had injured herself in order to save him, and thought that the Queen Mother had caused trouble for Qingyi again and injured her hand.
Thinking of the Queen Mother attacking Qing Yi again, Ling Aojue was immersed in gloom. With a cold face, he ordered without refusal, "From today on, you will stay in Qing Yi Pavilion for me. Without my permission,
You are not allowed to take even half a step out of Qingyi Pavilion!"
Hearing this, Qingyi suddenly raised his eyes and heard Ling Aojue say, "Zhan Yang, send the princess back."
"Uncle, you want to lock me up?" Qingyi looked at Ling Aojue and asked in disbelief, "Why are you angry? Is it because I am injured?"
"Uncle, don't be angry. There's nothing wrong with me." Qingyi wanted to continue, so he pulled Ling Aojue's sleeve and said coquettishly, "Uncle..."
But as soon as he touched Ling Aojue's sleeve, Ling Aojue scolded him, "Shut up!"
"Zhan Yang, take the princess back immediately!"
"Uncle, you are unreasonable!" Qingyi glared at Ling Aojue fiercely and walked back towards Qingyi Pavilion. She hated being locked up, and she hated her uncle getting angry for no reason!
Qingyi returned to Qingyi Pavilion angrily, kicked the door shut, and made a loud "bang" sound.