The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

The next day, the sun rose in the east, slowly rising, driving away the clouds and mist, and the sun was shining for thousands of miles, and the sun was spraying colors, melting gold for thousands of miles, and a new day kicked off again.

In autumn, today's weather is very nice.

As always, when the sun just rises, Ye Chen will come to her room on time to make tea.

His breath is still not very good, probably due to insomnia last night, if nothing unexpected happens, she will punish him accordingly today.

The veil was lightly raised, and she came out slowly, dressed in lavender Chinese clothes, with jade hairpin tied up in her hair, lazy and mysterious.

She came here smelling the aroma of tea, and sat lazily on a chair, waiting for him to make tea.

"Master." Ye Chen served the tea nervously, nervously, even his movements slowed down, so she was careless, and the more uneasy he became.

"Bring a brocade box." Qiong Ying said lightly, and played with the small blue fruit on the table.

"Yes." Ye Chen was puzzled, the fruit in her hand was brought out from the forest.

He had already seen it last night, very cool fruit, the size of a baby's fist, icy blue, as hard as a nut.

If he guessed correctly, it was blue cherry fruit, the best of the holy medicines, used to heal injuries and improve one's cultivation.

It grows on snow-covered cliffs, and there are high-level ferocious beasts waiting for it to grow. It bears fruit once in a hundred years, which is rare.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help being shocked, how she fell off the cliff, and how she killed the ferocious beast.

She once said that in the past, Lance Academy was looking for something. Could it be that it was looking for blue cherry fruit?He hoped so, because the blue cherry fruit had been found.

But if she could find it in such a short period of time, why would she go to such lengths to stay in Lance Academy?

After a while, Ye Chen brought the brocade box.

Seeing that half of the tea in the cup was gone, he went to add more tea.

"No need, grind the ink." Qiongying put the blue cherry fruit into a brocade box, and then casually placed it on the side of the desk.

Ye Chen put down the tea set, walked to the desk, lowered his head slightly, and polished the ink skillfully.

Qiongying propped his chin lazily with one hand, and held the pen in the other, but he didn't write for a long time.

"Yechen, how do you think I should punish you?"

"..." Ye Chen was at a loss, ink was almost splashed out of the inkstone, so he had no choice but to slow down the speed of grinding the ink.

"Are you nervous?" She smiled casually.

"Yes." He replied in a low voice, even the tension in his voice.

"In Yan Dian, what is the fate of disobeying my order?"

"...If it is light, go to the torture room, if it is serious, you will be executed." He slowly replied, he wanted to ask to go to the torture room, but there is no torture room here, and if he asks, she will definitely not let him.

"However, it's not the best way to punish you in these two ways. Do you have any better ideas?"

"...I don't know." Ye Chen hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and replied.

"It's too boring for Qiutong to be alone in the fortress." She said suddenly, then picked up the pen, dipped it in the ink, and started writing on the paper.

Ye Chen froze, even forgot to rub the ink, what did she mean?Let him go back to the fort and let Qiutong replace him?

Or let him go back to accompany Qiutong?No matter which one the result is the same, let him go back, this is the last thing he wants and the heaviest punishment for him.

After a while, Qiongying finished writing, put down the pen, waited for the ink to dry, folded the paper, and pressed it with a paperweight.

"Yechen, if you can't think of a better idea, I can only do it according to my idea." Yin Hong's lips were slightly raised, with a half-smile and three-point joking.