He was afraid that the palace slave would hit her too hard and hurt her.
When Qing Ge stretched out his hand, he rolled up a sleeve.
Aventurine gently took the jade dagger inlaid with sapphire, and slightly scratched Qingge's wrist, using as little force as possible.
With just such a small movement, the aventurine seemed to be digging for a treasure, cautiously and with a little sweat on its forehead.
When the dagger cut through the white and tender skin and blood was about to flow out, Qingge squinted his eyes lazily, and his spiritual energy turned into a sharp blade and shuttled through the void, cutting open the wrist of a blood puppet, and then using the power of his spirit,
Wrapping the blood, it flowed from her wound and filled a bottle full of it.
Aventurine gave the blood bottle to Xin Yinsi, and without any hesitation tore a piece of cloth from Tubai's robe and tied it to the wound on Qingge's wrist.
Xin Yinsi held the blood bottle, his mind moving slightly, thinking about what Ming Qianjue said to him after he and Ye Qingge left the marble prison last night.
"You must be careful in the blood ritual to make sure there are no mistakes. The blood she drank contains long-lasting poison, and the blood released by Ye Qingge will be of great use in the future." The man sat on the bamboo chair, charming.
So charming.
Although Xin Yinsi was ruthless, he felt that the man in front of him was even more of a devil. He really couldn't figure out why Ming Qianjue tried every means to harm Ye Qingge. What puzzled him even more was that Ming Qianjue had no intention of killing her.
, but wanted to torture her, even at the cost of using the four empires.
He is the King of Ghosts, the most unpopular prince, and the only prince. Things turn around and things turn bright and clear, all because he met Ming Qianjue, the devil, and he made a deal with him. From then on, Xin Yinsi was Ming Qianjue.
Absolute person.
Xin Yinsi's youth was tragic and gray. His mother was burned alive when he was young. There was no cemetery when she died. She could not be laid to rest. She was thrown into a cold lake by the most favored concubine at that time. She was famous for her
He said that every inch of the palace is a sacred place for the emperor and cannot be polluted by dirty things.
When he was living in the Bei Tomb Palace, Ming Qianjue came to him and offered him the condition that he would help him kill his father. He was moved and agreed, embarking on a road of no return.
"My lord, please hold it carefully and don't break it." After the ceremony was completed, Qing Ge looked at Xin Yinsi with a half-smile as he left.
Xin Yinsi's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Ye Qingge noticed the effect of blood?
No!
If he was aware of it, how could he drink blood and bleed obediently? Xin Yinsi saw it with his own eyes, it was true, but if that was the case, how should he explain the look Ye Qingge looked at him just now?
Admittedly, Xin Yinsi didn't know that whether it was the blood he drank or the blood he drained, he had already turned around and had nothing to do with Qing Ge.
After the blood ceremony, Qingge, Aventurine Cod and others returned to Luanfeng Palace.
"We don't have much time." Yun Yuexia leaned into Qingge's ear and said, "You must lose your virginity as soon as possible, otherwise everything will be too late, whether it's your spirit beast, Mr. Mo, or Emperor Dongling,
They are all men, and they can all..."
Qingge: "..."
Ji Yue heard it clearly and clenched her slender hands a little tighter.
He can't do it, and he doesn't mind others doing it, as long as he can save Qingge from fire and water, but he is a man, and no matter how big his mind is, he can't calmly watch his woman having fun with other men.
Until death we will never change, why come till death, why come we will never change!
Qingge sat silently on the plush glazed seat. She was a girl after all, so she didn't mind. She was waiting for Ji Yue to speak to her.
She always remembered that when she was in the organization, she had an elderly aunt who often told her that girls should behave more modestly in front of men.
She's already holding it.
"Aunt Yun, what are you whispering to my wife?" Mo Xie narrowed his eyes, raised his head and took a sip of wine, his eyes burning.
Yun Yuexia: "..."
aunt?
Is she that old?
At best, she’s just a sister, okay?
"Nothing." Yun Yuexia refused to be outdone and retorted: "I was telling Miss Ye that Emperor Dongling has a great temperament and looks, and is the best choice to be the emperor's husband."
Mo Xie: "..."
Aventurine cod smiles as brightly as snow.
*
It's night and cool.
Dong Ling Hu and Mo Xie slept in two spacious rooms in Luanfeng Palace, Li Fugui slept in the center of the hall, and Yun Yuexia studied the Mingyue Prison Song, an ancient book full of the atmosphere of the times.
Qing Ge lay on the velvet bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. She turned her head and looked at the moonlight outside the window, her mind moved slightly, her spiritual power unfolded, and she quietly entered the realm of nothingness.
She stood with bare feet at the end of the realm of nothingness, wearing thin and looming clothes, and a robe embroidered with a blue dragon draped over her shoulders.
She gathered up her robe and quietly walked toward the throne. Ji Yue was lying on it, with black hair and red robe, and a pair of beautiful eyes, which were closed at the moment.
Qingge walked around behind Ji Yue and covered his eyes with her hands, which were cold to the touch, "Guess, who am I?"
"I know you even if you turn into ashes." Ji Yue smiled weakly.
Qingge: "..." This would not be fun.
Qingge moved her hands away and was about to speak when her wrist was pulled by him. Ji Yue exerted her strength and she fell into the man's arms. The fresh smell lingered on the tip of her nose, and the strong embrace caught her off guard.
, his face was as cold as frost, but his ears were red.
Ji Yue hugged her hard, but made no next move. She just put her sharp chin on her shoulder, spraying hot air on her ears, "If I die, don't be sad, don't cry."
Qingge's body stiffened, the familiar redness in her ears disappeared, and the air around her was cold and depressing, "What did you say?"
"Nothing." Ji Yue said.
When his mother was still alive, he asked, as a child, what makes a qualified husband.
She said that only a husband who would not make his wife cry is qualified.
Even though so many years have passed, it has been so long that he has forgotten that woman's face. Only these words remain fresh in his memory.
"Why do you ask?" Qingge's heartstrings were stirred by it.
"you guess……"
Qing Ge raised his head, and saw the man smiling evilly. After this flower bloomed, hundreds of flowers were killed. Qing Ge fell into a trance, and his soul seemed to be trembling.
"Did something happen?" Qing Ge keenly noticed something was wrong.
"No."
"Then..." Qing Ge was reluctant, but all her words were blocked in her throat. The face that suddenly enlarged so close to her made her cheeks blush and her pupils shrink slightly.
She saw Ji Yue's eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes were like cicadas, and her jet-black hair fell on her face, itching and her hot breath seemed to burn her bone marrow to ashes.
Tossing and turning with sadness, deep affection, and the most tenderness of bowing one's head.