Qingge looked at Ye Qingcheng and let out a sigh of relief deep in her heart.
She got up and walked out.
In the huge and deserted palace, there were only Beihuang and Ye Qingcheng.
Beihuang raised his eyes and looked at Ye Qingcheng, his thin lips parted slightly, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end he could only remain silent, looking at Ye Qingcheng helplessly and dotingly.
"You don't need to take this matter to heart. I'm letting you detoxify and wrong you."
Ye Qingcheng's words were distant and indifferent, and she immediately put aside her relationship with Beihuang.
When Beihuang heard this, a fire seemed to explode in his head, causing him to lose his mind for a moment. He stood up suddenly, his eyes filled with scarlet, and he glared at Ye Qingcheng unwillingly.
Ye Qingcheng was sitting on the glazed bed, covered with a brocade quilt. She leaned against the bed board and looked at Beihuang with an indifferent expression.
When he looked into the beautiful woman's eyes, Beihuang was immediately discouraged.
He walked to the side and vented the anger in his heart on his fist. He punched the wall, the joints were bruised and blood flowed out. He lowered his head, with a few strands of black hair covering his forehead.
He frowned so that others could not see his expression clearly.
Ye Qingcheng closed her eyes. Since there would be no results, there should be no room for daydreams.
Beihuang put down his hand and turned to look at Ye Qingcheng. Ye Qingcheng ignored him and never looked at him. Even if his head was broken and bleeding, Ye Qingcheng would never feel sorry for him.
Beihuang's heart seemed to be being eaten by ants, and the soft pain gradually spread to his limbs and bones, making him worse than dead.
Beihuang's pupils tightened, his eyes were scarlet, and he let out a low roar.
He didn't believe it. After what happened last night, Ye Qingcheng was still calm.
He walked to Ye Juechen, leaned down, and approached Ye Qingcheng. Ye Qingcheng's back was already leaning on the bed and could not fall back any further.
At this moment, the two of them were close at hand, and Ye Qingcheng had nowhere to escape. She wanted to turn her face away, but Beihuang quickly reached out and grabbed Ye Qingcheng's chin, preventing Ye Qingcheng from moving, forcing Ye Qingcheng to look at him.
A sadistic smile appeared at the corner of Beihuang's lips. He lowered his eyes and stared at those soft lips, which exuded charm and seduced people. Beihuang possessed him and wanted to kiss her.
Ye Qingcheng's eyes widened slightly. She had just recovered from the poison of Furong Powder, and her whole body was weak.
Beihuang tasted her taste tenderly, and Ye Qingcheng got goosebumps on her body. Regarding what happened last night, her consciousness was vague and hazy, like a drunken dream, but it was different now, she knew it very well.
Knowing this feeling, it brought back the memories of last night. Ye Qingcheng's body froze. When she woke up, she took a sharp bite, and the taste of blood bloomed between her lips and teeth.
Beihuang felt pain and frowned, but did not let Ye Qingcheng go. He hooked Ye Qingcheng's neck and pressed her down. There was a brocade quilt between them.
Beihuang lifted up his thin gown.
Ye Qingcheng suddenly clasped Beihuang's neck with both hands, his eyes fierce and sharp, and he exerted all his strength.
Beihuang stopped moving, and his heart gradually sank.
She wants to kill him.
He was so annoying to her.
Beihuang sneered, leaned close to Ye Qingcheng's ear, bit the beauty's earlobe, and said in a hoarse voice: "You were not like this last night. Why did you forget what happened last night so quickly? It seems that I need to
Makes you think."
Beihuang crossed Ye Qingcheng's hands behind her back to restrain her, and kissed her delicate and smooth neck.
Ye Qingcheng's eyes flickered, she glanced at Beihuang, then she remained silent and allowed him to slaughter her.
"Stop dawdling, settle it quickly and get out." Ye Qingcheng said extremely calmly.
Beihuang's heart dropped.
Beihuang knelt on one knee beside the bed, his eyes flashing with hurt.
Looking at Ye Qingcheng, Beihuang stood up again. Suddenly, he lost all enthusiasm.
Ye Qingcheng doesn't understand anything.
A wisp of blood spilled from the corner of Beihuang's mouth. He raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around, and turned his back to Ye Qingcheng.
"Ye Qingcheng, do you think I'm a joke?" Beihuang asked.
He never believed in love at first sight, and all love at first sight was just a matter of lust. Until that day, he met Ye Qingcheng. His heart, which had been silent for a long time, beat at that moment, so that he could no longer escape from this prison, and he could no longer win.
No redemption.
Beihuang's pupils were filled with water mist, making it difficult to see the scene in front of him clearly.
Ye Qingcheng looked at Beihuang's back and pursed her thin lips tightly. Her body was all marked by Beihuang, and the smell of Beihuang seemed to be lingering on the tip of her nose. It was so strong that Ye Qingcheng's eyes became blank.
"Your Majesty, it's time for you to select girls." Ye Qingcheng lowered her head.
Beihuang's body froze and he suddenly looked back. His hands were clenched and he was furious.
He doesn't want any of the seventy-two concubines in the three palaces and six courtyards.
For three thousand weak water, only take one ladle and drink it.
Did Ye Qingcheng not see any of this?
"As long as I live, I only want to sleep in the city at night, and I will only sleep in the city at night." Beihuang sneered, flicked his sleeves, and strode out with a scowl on his face.
Ye Qingcheng frowned.
For some reason, when Beihuang said his last words, her heart skipped a beat.
Ye Qingcheng walked out of bed barefoot and walked to the dressing mirror.
The mirror reflected a face as beautiful as a flower, but it looked a bit white, haggard, and depressed.
Ye Qingcheng untied her gown and dropped it to the ground, revealing her delicate body. On her snow-white skin, there were dense and complex bruises and bruises, which were intense, like a sudden storm.
And she was the little flower that was buried in the violent storm.
Ye Qingcheng knelt down, picked up the clothes, and put them on again.
Outside the palace gate.
Qingge stood on the corridor, looking at the magnificent palace. The maids and eunuchs were coming and going. When they came to her, they would bow respectfully.
Hearing the footsteps, Qingge looked towards Beihuang.
Beihuang's hair was messy, there was blood at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were somewhat bloodshot.
"What's wrong?" Qing Ge asked.
"I want Ye Qingcheng." Beihuang said bluntly, with a determination to win in his eyes.
Qingge's eyes flashed but she said nothing.
This man, who has always been unknown, acts as a guardian and a knight in the city at night.
Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and was ready to make a move.
He wants to be her man, her husband.
Hold your hand and grow old together.
"You shouldn't ask me about this kind of thing." Qingge said.
"Then who should I ask?" Beihuang's voice suddenly rose, like a hysterical roar.
Qingge looked at Beihuang in surprise.
Beihuang seemed to suddenly become impatient.
Sing softly and lower your eyes.
"You should know how high your position is in Ye Qingcheng's heart." Beihuang laughed self-deprecatingly and then said.
"No matter how high my status is, I can't decide on her future husband. It's getting late. I'm going back to Ye Mansion first. Qingcheng will be left to you for the time being. When she gets better, she can be sent to Ye Mansion."
Leave with a light song.
She trusted Beihuang and felt sorry for Ye Qingcheng, so she would create opportunities for them.
But whether there is fate or not is none of her business.
Beihuang looked at Qing Ge, lowered his head and sighed.