Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

"Jiu'er, you're back." Sima Chun's Qingyi Chuchen face was full of concern, like a banished fairy in snow-white clothes, but his star eyes were as deep as ink: "You are only good from the wind and cold, and you are so exhausted and tired." Right? I'll help you into the house to rest for a while."

Saying that, she took a step forward, put her left hand on Qingyun's waist, and put her right hand on her arm as if walking inward.

Slightly turning sideways to avoid Sima Chun's touch, Qingyun's expression was calm with a hint of coldness and disgust: "I'm fine."

Staring at the stone table in the courtyard and sitting down, quietly sipping the light cloud of the fragrant and elegant hot tea, a ray of doubt and anger flashed across Sima Chun's deep eyes. After a while, he walked to the table with a few steps, sat opposite her, and glanced at her. Glancing at Zi Ke, who was never far from her, Lan Jue and Shen Momo said, "This king and Jiu'er have something to say, so you both stand back."

Unexpectedly, the three of them were unmoved, they just looked at Qingyun and saw her nodding, then backed away, but stared at Sima Chun for a moment, if he dared to harm the princess, they would swear to protect the lord to the death .

After pouring a cup of tea and taking a sip, Sima Chun tentatively asked, "Jiu'er, is the emperor awake? Did you say when you will marry us?"

Looking up at Sima Chun, who was anxious and worried behind the concern, he saw the inexplicable timidity in Sima Chun's heart. After a long time, Qingyun lowered his eyes to look at the floating tea in the teacup, concealing the desolation and sarcasm in his eyes.

"Father has woken up. As for the marriage, Father made the dragon's body unhealthy because of me. I really don't want Father to be upset about me anymore, so let's talk about it later."

Father fainted, you don't think about filial piety, you only have yourself in your heart, Sima Chun, you are really selfish and ruthless!

"Jiu'er..."

"I'm tired, if you have nothing else to do, Big Brother, you can go back."

"You, what did you call me?" Sima Chun's originally gentle and elegant face suddenly became anxious and hurt: "Jiu'er, you have always called me 'Chun', why today? Is it something I did wrong, or someone What did you say in front of you that you are so alienated from me?"

Sensitively hearing the vigilance in Sima Chun's tone, Qingyun's thoughts suddenly changed.

"No one said anything. It was because I was ignorant before. I thought that I had the love and affection of the big emperor, so I was so flustered and didn't know why. I forgot that I was just an orphan without father and mother, and I forgot the self-knowledge I should have. Wishful thinking will come to nothing!"

The muffled, choked and self-pitying voice made Sima Chun feel very uncomfortable, and at the same time dispelled his doubts.

Stretching out his hand to hold the white catkin, regardless of Qingyun's struggle, Sima Chun held it tightly, with a slight smile and complacency in his deep eyes: "Silly Jiuer, I said, no matter you are What identity, I only love you alone! I can’t belittle myself like this in the future, I will feel bad, you know?”

"But Miss Lin..."

"Meier? What did she tell you?"

Feeling the hand tightly held by Sima Chun, Qingyun still lowered her head, Qingling's voice was eager and flustered: "No, it's nothing."

"Jiuer----"

"It's all my fault. It really has nothing to do with Ms. Lin. Don't be angry, big brother, okay?"

The more Qingyun denied it, the more Sima Chun was sure about what his cousin had said to her, otherwise she would not have such abnormal words and deeds.

Lifting Qingyun's jaw, starlight water eyes filled with mist, long eyelashes trembling slightly, the soft appearance of white teeth biting her cherry lips lightly, like a cool summer breeze blowing through Sima Chun's heart, itchy and crisp: "Okay, I'm not angry, but don't be sad, eh?"

Seeing her nodding, Sima Chun withdrew his hand and stood up: "You have a good rest, I will come to see you again." After speaking, he turned and left.

Lin Yuemei, if you dare to ruin this king's important affairs, this king will never forgive you!

Staring at Sima Chun's ruthless back, Qingyun raised his hand somewhere in the shadow, the appearance of crying has long been suppressed by Qingyou Lenglie, the bloodthirsty sneer on the corner of his lips makes people shudder.

"Princess is really good at tricks!"