The woman in purple trotted all the way, looking at Beihuang and Ye Qingcheng from a distance.
She had never seen Beihuang like that.
For a time, a variety of emotions, including envy, jealousy, collapse, and struggle, came to my mind.
Ye Qingcheng lowered his head and glanced at Beihuang's hand. Beihuang worked hard and wanted to crush her wrist into pieces. Ye Qingcheng frowned, and a trace of blood smeared on his sleeve.
The faint smell of blood spread everywhere.
Beihuang was stunned. When he came to his senses, he took off Ye Qingcheng's sleeves and saw his scarred hands. The contrast between the dense marks and the snow-white skin was sharp. The scabs on the wrists had just been pinched out by Beihuang.
Got blood.
Ye Qingcheng jerked his hand away and was about to leave. Beihuang quickly caught up with him, stood in front of Ye Qingcheng, and stopped him.
"Qingcheng, I..."
"It's late at night, Your Majesty, please rest early." Ye Qingcheng was surprisingly indifferent, like a gust of wind, leaving at an extremely fast speed.
Beihuang stood there, motionless, watching Ye Qingcheng's back disappear into the bright moonlight. He was in a daze, in pain, and his beating heart seemed to be crushed and torn by life. The indescribable pain and...
The feeling of suffocation made Beihuang feel worse than life and death, and he no longer had any desire.
From then on, his future was filled with endless darkness.
After a long time, Beihuang took two steps forward, squatted down, stretched out his hand and wiped away two drops of blood on the ground.
The woman in purple came over and covered Bei Huang with her cloak, "Your Majesty, you are exposed late at night, so don't catch a cold."
Beihuang felt a trace of warmth. He turned around and looked at the face that looked similar to Ye Qingcheng. He felt drunk and hazy, like clouds and fog. He hugged the woman fiercely and backed away quickly until the woman's back knocked down the Xianglong Pillar.
, the woman couldn't help but frown, her back hurt very much. She looked at Beihuang with scarlet eyes, speechless, and felt a little cold in her heart.
Since she entered the palace, Beihuang has been obsessed with her every night, but has never been truly intimate.
Everyone in the world said that her beauty was a disaster, but little did they know that it was someone else who made Beihuang lose his mind and his fighting spirit.
Beihuang wanted to rub the woman in front of him into her bones and bite her like crazy, setting her on fire all the way.
The purple clothes were thrown out, covering the bright moon in the sky.
At this moment, no matter how uncomfortable Beihuang felt, the woman would have to endure much pain.
There was a faint breeze, and Beihuang's eyes turned red, like a furious beast. He lost his mind, leaned into the woman's ear, breathed the hot air, and said love words that made people blush.
The woman's eyes were blurred and she smiled bitterly.
The bright moon hid in the dark clouds.
"Qingcheng... Qingcheng..."
Beihuang's whisper rang in the woman's ears.
The woman's eyes were red, but she did not resist, but hugged Beihuang.
So what about a substitute.
Her name will be covered in Ye Qingcheng. The person in Beihuang's heart and the position of Queen of Beiyue Kingdom can only be her.
This is an ambitious girl.
Ye Qingcheng has gone very far.
Beihuang forgot that Ye Qingcheng had a skill. When she closed her eyes and calmed down, she could hear the sound of everything reviving, and she could even see scenes hundreds of miles away.
The palace is deep, the night is gloomy, and the evening breeze blows gently.
Ye Qingcheng was walking on the path between the palaces, when a woman's coquettish moans and familiar breathing sounds could be heard in his ears.
Ye Qingcheng thought of the beautiful accident and charming scenery that night.
What Beihuang once gave her will be given to another woman.
Ye Qingcheng stopped, shook his head, and then walked forward.
In her world, there is only Ye Qingge.
She lives only to protect her and become her loyal knight who swears allegiance to her to the death.
"Qingcheng?" A voice appeared, and Ye Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat. Following the sound, he looked up and saw a woman sitting carefree and carefree on a high wall.
Qingge shook the wine bottle in her hand, took a sip of plum wine, smiled slightly, and raised her brows.
"Master." Ye Qingcheng smiled like a flower.
Qing Ge looked at Ye Qingcheng, lost in thought.
The woman in front of me is indeed as her name suggests, capable of conquering a country and a city. However, she is cold-hearted and should not be approached by strangers.
Qingge frowned, took the last sip of plum wine, jumped down, and stood in front of Ye Qingcheng.
Qingge's cheeks are as rosy as peach blossoms in March.
Qing Ge came forward and pinched Ye Qingcheng's cheek, "Why have you lost so much weight? How about being on the Thousand Gold List? If it's hard, come back and follow me to Luohua City. As long as I'm here, no one dares to bully you.
you."
Although Qianjinbang is powerful, Qingge also intends to cooperate. Even if they can't become friends, they don't want to offend. However, looking at Ye Qingcheng who has lost a lot of weight, Qingge is heartbroken and suddenly wants to keep Ye Qingcheng by her side and put it in front of her.
Feeding him a few mouthfuls of meat every day kept him fat and healthy.
"I entered the Thousand Gold List. They admire me very much. Give me some time and I can control the Thousand Gold List." Ye Qingcheng said.
She is neither arrogant nor arrogant, and when she speaks, she is also cold and indifferent, but listeners believe that she can do what she says.
She has this ability.
She is like a golden scale resting in shallow water. When encountering wind and clouds, she turns into a dragon and soars into the sky, thousands of feet high.
The two of them walked in the palace, reached a remote place, and stopped by the lake.
"If I were a man..." Ye Qingcheng murmured to herself.
"What man?" Qingge tilted her head, puzzled.
Ye Qingcheng smiled and said perfunctorily, "It's nothing."
Qingge raised her eyebrows, "Young lady is useless, are you worried?" Qingge took a sip of the heart-broken wine, she was so drunk that the bright moon turned red in her eyes.
She looks forward to seeing the man she misses soon, holding hands and growing old together.
At night Qingcheng sat cross-legged by the lake, her thoughts wandering.
If she were a man, she would be selfish and possessive. She would go to great lengths and use any means to kill the person named Ji Yue and replace him.
But, if this happens, her girl will be in pain, and she doesn't want that.
In this way, Ye Qingcheng fell into repeated entanglements. Even if it was just an imagination, she had to be realistic.
Ye Qingcheng looked at the lake, and the scene on the lake was distorted, and a scene appeared.
In front of the Xianglong Pillar, Beihuang held a naked woman in his arms, cherishing and comforting her. The woman was covered in bruises, and I felt pity for her when I saw her.
When the wind came, she shivered, and Beihuang took off his bright yellow dragon robe and covered her.
Ye Qingcheng closed her eyes, and there was still a picture of Beihuang and the woman, the music of the piano and the harp, and their love for hundreds of years. The tenderness in Beihuang's eyes was like water in a mountain stream.
Ye Qingcheng remembered that that night, Beihuang whispered in her ear, saying words of love that would last until death.
There are three thousand weak water, but only one ladle is taken to drink.
Ye Qingcheng opened her eyes and smiled mockingly.
She didn't want to see that scene, but she couldn't let it go.
For the first time, Ye Qingcheng hated herself for having such an ability.
"What's wrong?" Qingge asked in surprise.
Ye Qingcheng looked at Qingge and shook her head.
Suddenly, Qing Ge's expression suddenly changed. She grabbed Ye Qingcheng's hand, took off her sleeve, and saw countless scars.
There were knife marks, sword marks, whip marks, and even traces of burns.
complex.
"How is this going?"
The tone of the song suddenly rose, the anger increased, and the eyes were as cold as the cold wind.
Ye Qingcheng's eyes flickered, she quickly covered it up and subconsciously took two steps back.
She was negligent.
If it weren't for Beihuang, she would never have made such a mistake and let Ye Qingge discover these injuries.