The Snake King Chasing His Wife: Black-bellied Little Mengfei

When Qing Yi said this, her face was not red and her heart was not beating. The medicine that Jun Moli gave her just now, she knew at a glance that it was tempered from medicinal materials that are rare in a hundred years. I'm sorry.

Jun Moli took a deep look at Qing, without saying a word, his eyes were not at all as profound as they should be at his age.

Qing Yi was not afraid of being watched, and even showed a sweet smile.

This seemingly friendly smile made Jun Moli frowned slightly, he flicked his long sleeves, and a bottle of purple bamboo bottle flew out of the sleeves, and flew towards Qingyi.

Qingyi stretched out his hand to take it, and said with a smile, "My name is Mu Qingyi."

After speaking, he shook the medicine bottle in his hand and said, "Thank you."

Qingyi had just walked a few steps when she heard the cold voice from behind, "Jun Moli."

Perhaps, the two of them didn't know it at this moment, and their fates were already entangled at this moment.

A few years later, who has devoted his whole life for whom, and who is it, who has said thousands of words, just begging, don't give up.

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Qingyi walked out of the courtyard, looked back at the pear blossoms in full bloom in the breeze, withdrew his gaze, shrugged his shoulders, and walked towards the imperial garden.

As soon as they arrived at the Imperial Garden, they saw Ling Aojue standing in front of her with a gloomy expression on his face.

Qing Yi's little heart beat twice involuntarily and subconsciously, hurriedly hid the purple bamboo bottle in his hand behind his back, walked slowly towards Ling Aojue, showed a flattering smile, and asked pretending to be puzzled, " Uncle, why are you here? I just wanted to find you! Let's go, let's go back to have breakfast."

Ling Aojue saw Qing Yi's wrist wrapped in white cloth strips at a glance, and also saw her small movements of hiding things. His face was very cold, and his eyes were even more gloomy and terrifying. The surrounding temperature dropped several degrees rapidly.

Qing Yi had been hiding her wrist in her sleeve at first, but now she didn't pay attention, and was discovered by Ling Aojue. She suddenly didn't know how to explain the injury on her hand.

Ling Aojue grabbed the hand that was bandaged like a steamed bun, his eyes were deep and terrifying.

Ling Aojue naturally didn't know that Qingyi hurt himself in order to save him, and thought that it was the queen mother who made trouble for Qingyi and injured her hand.

Thinking of the Empress Dowager attacking Qing again, Ling Aojue was immersed in gloom, with a cold face, he ordered, "From today onwards, you will stay in Qingyi Pavilion for me, without my permission, Don't take half a step out of the Qing Pavilion!"

As soon as Qing heard the words, she suddenly raised her eyes and heard Ling Aojue say, "Zhan Yang, send the princess back."

"Uncle, are you going to lock me up?" Qing Yi looked at Ling Aojue and asked in disbelief, "Why are you angry? Is it because I was injured?"

"Uncle, don't be angry, I'm fine." Qing Yi still wanted to continue, pulling Ling Aojue's sleeve and coquettishly said, "Uncle..."

But as soon as he touched Ling Aojue's sleeve, Ling Aojue scolded him, "Shut up!"

"Zhan Yang, take the princess back immediately!"

"Uncle, you are unreasonable!" Qing Yi gave Ling Aojue a hard look, and walked back to the Qing Yi Pavilion by herself, she hated being locked up, and even more hated that Uncle got angry for no reason!

Qingyi returned to the Qingyi Pavilion angrily, kicked the door shut, and made a loud "bang".