Late at night, Ye Qingcheng gradually became weak. The fire in her body was originally eroding her sanity, but in the end, it was already damaging her body.
The reason why the Queen of the Far North is so confident is because she is too cruel. She believes that under her careful planning, there is only one outcome.
If Beihuang did not save people and the poisoned Ye Qingge died suddenly, that would be a very satisfactory result. Not only that, but afterwards, the world would only think that Beihuang killed Ye Qingge. At that time, everyone would suddenly realize,
Beihuang had been holding back for a long time. He had a strong sense of restraint. He didn't want to be hated by Ye Qingcheng, but he couldn't just watch Ye Qingcheng die.
Even if there is another man, Beihuang will never agree. For the rest of his life, Ye Qingcheng can only have physical contact with him, and Beihuang will go crazy.
Beihuang's heart was completely defeated.
He stretched out his hands tremblingly, trying to untie the messy clothes.
Ye Qingcheng's eyes were slightly closed, and her hand was flat on the bed. A purple vein was particularly prominent. She seemed extremely delicate and weak, but the stubbornness and paranoia derived from her bones made people feel distressed. Her snow-like skin appeared on her face.
In front of Beihuang, Beihuang's eyes were slightly red, and the devilish beast deep in his heart was wailing and roaring.
There was still some smoke from hibiscus in this room.
It is not easy for Beihuang to persist until now.
Suddenly, Ye Qingcheng opened her eyes and grabbed Beihuang's wrist. She suddenly understood everything. She raised her eyes and saw that the veins on her wrist were extremely abrupt. Ye Qingcheng, who had been on the Rich List for a long time,
Qingcheng is familiar with all kinds of love potions.
Three words flashed through Ye Qingcheng's mind, Furong San.
"Did you poison me?" Ye Qingcheng's voice was no longer clear, but slightly hoarse, as if she was accumulating some kind of anger.
Beihuang knew that Ye Qingcheng had misunderstood and thought that he would be the one who poisoned her.
"It's not me. I was called here too. We can't get out." Beihuang explained.
Ye Qingcheng frowned, that flame was about to engulf her, and the Northern Phoenix in front of her began to blur again.
If it were other love potions, there might be other solutions, but damn it, there is only one way with Furong Powder!
Ye Qingcheng knew that Beihuang would definitely detoxify her.
It was impossible for Beihuang to watch her die.
Ye Qingcheng held Bei Huang's wrist tightly, her sharp nails were embedded in the flesh, and bright red blood overflowed and spread between her fingers. Ye Qingcheng's body arched slightly, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the disillusioned Bei Huang,
He said word by word: "Save - me -"
Beihuang's body was shaken. He originally thought that Ye Qingcheng would resist desperately. Even if she lost her life, she would never want to be tainted.
But what Beihuang didn't expect was that Ye Qingcheng just wanted to live.
Even if she protects her body like jade, for whom should she protect her body like jade?
When you die, there is no hope.
While she is alive, she can continue to protect that girl, watch her reach the top of the throne, watch her get married and have children, and be happy.
Beihuang, who was ecstatic, did not notice this. If he knew, his heart would be completely cold.
However, gradually, Beihuang was not so happy anymore.
He found that Ye Qingcheng had kept her eyes closed, unwilling to look at him.
The smile on Beihuang's face froze. He lowered his head and was about to kiss her. Ye Qingcheng turned her head. Even if she was unconscious, she would subconsciously avoid him.
Beihuang laughed to himself.
In Ye Qingcheng's eyes, he is just an antidote.
There is no emotion between the two.
People are always like this, greedy and endless desires.
Beihuang has always thought like this, as long as he looks good on her, but after the close contact, he hopes to get closer, win her heart, and grow old together.
A tear fell from the corner of Ye Qingcheng's eyes.
Beihuang lowered his head and kissed the tears from her eyes.
"Qingcheng... Qingcheng..." He called her like this.
Ye Qingcheng only knew that in the midst of the raging fire, feeling confused and torn by pain, someone was calling her name. The voice was so pleasant that it made people's hearts beat.
Ye Qingcheng opened his eyes and saw Beihuang's face, as if in a dream.
Beihuang was sweating profusely.
Ye Qingcheng raised his snow-white arm, and the purple vein disappeared.
The moon blushed with shame and quietly moved away, hiding behind the black clouds.
In the alley tavern, Qingge and Mingyou were both drunk. Xu was talking about happy things, and Qingge burst out laughing, causing everyone to look at her sideways.
There were countless burnings, killings, and lootings in this alley. Her appearance was like a ray of light, illuminating the darkness.
Mingyou looked at Qingge, her eyes flashed slightly, and then she smiled lightly.
At first, he thought Qingge was a loser, but when she showed her talents, he felt that she was too arrogant and cruel. But after getting in touch with her, he discovered that there was a pure and kind heart hidden under the bloody skin.
Mingyou was so drunk that she fell down on the table. Qingge helped Mingyou walk out, shaking her head and sighing, "I don't know how to drink, so I drank so much."
Walking out of the alley, I met Huaying.
The flower shadow is as beautiful as a flower. Under the bright moonlight, it is even more beautiful and fragrant. Under the gentleness, it is a little unwilling to admit defeat.
She looked at Qing Ge, smiled slightly, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Huaying stepped forward, took Mingyou and supported him.
"I took him back." Hua Ying said.
"good."
Qing Ge looked at the two people, gradually moving away, and the two figures were lost in the thick night.
Qingge turned around and walked towards the palace.
On the lonely street, the moonlight lengthened her shadow, making her lonely and cold.
Three thousand white hair spread down and danced in the wind.
Qingge thought about it for a while. She had drunk too much wine and had no sleep at all. She planned to go to Mo Xie first and discuss letting him go to Xuanyue Pass to see if Akabane could cure his illness.
Qingge crossed the high wall, stood outside the palace, raised his hands, and pushed open the gilded door.
Qing Ge walked into the palace, her pupils suddenly tightened.
Mo Xie fell on the bed, tossing and turning, his eyes were red and he was sweating.
He fell to the ground and dropped a purple medicine bottle.
Mo Xie lay on his stomach and stretched out his hand to pick up the medicine bottle, but his body could no longer bear it.
He stretched his hand as hard as he could, but there was still a long distance.
Suddenly, one hand picked up the purple medicine bottle.
Mo Xie raised his eyes and saw Qing Ge.
Qingge held the medicine bottle, frowned, and then looked at Mo Xie in surprise.
Mo Xie's clothes were open on his chest, and there were several new wounds, which were obviously scratched by himself.
"What's going on?" Qing Ge helped Mo Xie up and put him on the bed.
"I'm sick, give me medicine." Mo Xie said.
Qingge gave the purple medicine bottle to Mo Xie, and Mo Xie trembled as he poured the medicine out and stuffed it into his mouth.
Qing Ge looked at Mo Xie sharply.
Mo Xie's symptoms just now were very strange, very strange.
He seems to be very dependent on this drug.
Qingge closed her eyes, her mind spinning over and over again, and she carefully thought about everything that had happened.
"Is it poison from falling flowers?" Qingge asked.
She noticed this.
Mo Xie looked at her, smiled bitterly, and said, "You know, I would rather be poisoned by fallen flowers."
With one word, I gave up the idea of singing softly.
Mo Xie fell on the bed, suddenly going crazy, pouring spiritual energy into his hands, scratching his skin, and letting the blood flow out freely.