Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 992 The Poor Double
The entire hall lit up.

Lie Jiuqing stood quietly, playing with the folding fan in his hand carelessly, looking at "Wen Rong" out of the corner of his eye.

This substitute really looks like him, but the beauty is in the bones but not in the skin. Even if he looks exactly the same, he is not Wenrong.

Lie Jiuqing was fortunate that no matter in the past or present life, she had always seen the real Wen Rong, and she could recognize him at a glance and never missed him.

If Wen Rong was cruel enough to make the person in front of him do heartless things, he might not be so passive.

He clearly knew that just being a little more ruthless would be enough, but unfortunately he would never be able to do that.

He could never be cruel to her.

Lie Jiuqing's eyes were too straightforward. Wen Rong slowly raised his eyes and looked over. His eyes were cold and without any emotion. He just leaned casually, poured himself a glass of wine, and looked away slightly.

Nie Wuyou really didn't dare to look at Lie Jiuqing, for fear that Wen Rong would strangle him to death.

He has been miserable these past few years. He has never had a good romantic life, and he has been tortured to death.

Can't the two of them be together well?

Why did he have to work so hard? He remembered Wen Rong's cold warning when he left, "Nie Wuyou, if you don't want to die, just make peace with me and stay away from her."

How far!

He is a substitute!
They had become an unmarried couple, so how could he keep a distance?

If he accidentally touches Lie Jiuqing, Wen Rong is afraid that he will cut it off directly.

Thinking of Wen Rong's eyes that wanted to crush him to death, Nie Wuyou trembled for a while, quickly pulled the heavy cloak on his body, and pretended to cough twice.

What's the point of him staying calm?

If Lie Jiuqing is restless, what will happen to his head!
Damn, I get chills just thinking about it.When will his substitute become a real person?
The more Nie Wuyou thought about it, the more frightened he became. His scalp was numb and his whole body was cold from the inside out.

He drank several glasses of wine in a row. Not to mention getting warm, he was getting colder and colder under Lie Jiuqing's increasingly unrestrained gaze.

Please, stop looking, he will die if you look at him again!
Lie Jiuqing looked at Nie Wuyou carefully, noticing the little changes in his eyes, and then looked away for a long time.

She said happily: "Your Majesty, I am injured. I did not control my strength well and accidentally hit the candle in the palace. Please don't blame me."

Emperor Yun frowned and looked at Lie Jiuqing with a vague look.

When he opened his mouth, the imperial concubine took the lead and sneered: "You can reach this height. Miss Lie Qi really doesn't seem to be injured. Is she pretending to be sick to deceive His Majesty to gain sympathy?"

Hearing this, Lie Jiuqing pulled his lips weakly and laughed at himself: "So, the empress really thinks highly of me, thinking that she can go all the way north to Tianshan Mountain with a few people to find this fairy medicine and divine water. "

Before he finished speaking, someone shouted in surprise, "Is there blood under Miss Lie Qi's feet?"

As soon as these words came out, someone immediately looked over and couldn't help but burst into an uproar.

"Oh my god, with so much blood, Miss Lie Qi may be seriously injured."

"She can really endure it. Even though she's like this, she still has to finish the dance..."

Listening to the scattered discussions around him, Lie Jiuqing said softly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for giving me such an opportunity to please the nine thousand years old. Maybe he will like me more in the future."

She turned her head and looked over, smiled softly and said, "Master Qiantose, can you do it?"

Damn!

Nie Wuyou's heart trembled, but he couldn't lose his composure in front of Wen Rong's face, so he could only say tremblingly: "Well..."

(End of this chapter)