The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"It's our nature to use whatever means we can." Qiong Ying replied.

Qingjun was startled suddenly, she wasn't, he was, he was the unscrupulous nature, he couldn't do Feng Feili's nobility, hated Helian Jiuge's brilliance, and even wanted to kill Wu Yue.

"It tastes good." Qiongying added, without hesitation in her praise.

Hearing this, Qingjun was a little unbelievable, he couldn't understand, he drank this glass of wine because it tasted good, even if it was poisonous wine, so unscrupulous?How can she do this?

"I like this taste very much." Qiongying could still feel the taste on the tip of her tongue, it was sweet and fragrant, and it didn't go away for a long time.

Qing Jun was stunned, he had never heard her say what she liked, if this wine hadn't been drugged, it would have been the happiest meal with her in ten years.

"However, if it is poisoned..." Qing Jun didn't dare to ask further, because what he administered was a love potion, which made him feel ashamed and would do everything he could.

"It's okay." Qiongying didn't care, and said calmly as always.

"...Why is it okay?" Qing Jun was puzzled, with some fear in her heart, she obviously drank it, how could it be okay?

"Any drug is useless to me, and neither is any poison." Qiongying told others for the first time.

Qingjun's face was pale, he didn't know whether to be lucky or disappointed, he couldn't think of such a result, he could only say that it was God's will, he was not reconciled!

"You said that I will only be devoted to the emperor in the future, so why do you still let me, and still..." Continue to treat me well?He would mistake her for caring about him, seeing him anew, or even accepting him.

"You are not Lingjun, everyone is the same." Qiongying said frankly.

Qingjun felt cold all over her body, her lips were pale, only her voice was lingering in her mind, and she had a splitting headache. As long as he is not a substitute for Lingjun, everyone is the same. To her, it doesn't matter who he is , everything he did was in vain, she wouldn't take it to heart at all.

The robe was raised again, and Qiongying walked out of the palace gate, gradually disappearing into the night.

The wine had also cooled down, and the room was icy cold, leaving him alone.

Qingjun is wearing an extremely gorgeous red dress, from clothing to boots, everything shows his expectations, but now all red has become the most dazzling color in his eyes.

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The night is deep, everything is quiet, occasionally there is the soft sound of fallen leaves.

Ye Chen didn't leave all this time, he just stood there half a step away, seeing the darkness outside the window, it was probably midnight, when the night wind blew, he suddenly felt a little cold.

Until there seemed to be very slight footsteps, he even suspected that it was the sound of leaves falling.

After a while, the sound of footsteps became clearer and clearer, and they had already reached the gate of the palace and stepped over the threshold...

Ye Chen recognized the rhythm of the footsteps, and the feeling that had been vacant was filled in an instant. Seeing the darkness in front of him, he remembered that the lamp had not been lit, so he hurried over to light it.

Before Ye Chen lit the wick, she was interrupted by her voice.

"Why didn't you go back so late?" Qiong Ying came from the night, as if still carrying the fog of the night, crossed the veil, and came to him in two steps.

Ye Chen almost knocked over the candlestick, why did she walk so fast, as if she was floating over.

"Did I scare you?" Qiongying looked at him, even though it was pitch black, she still seemed to be able to see clearly at a glance.

"No." Ye Chen finally lit a lamp, and the room became brighter instantly, and they could see each other's figures clearly.

Just as Ye Chen was about to light the second lamp, he was interrupted by Qiong Ying.

"I'm going to sleep, no need to light the lamp." Qiongying looked at him.

There is a row of candlesticks between the two.