Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

Sima Chun asked without answering, "Jiu'er just came out of Mingde Hall?"

"Ah."

"Did Jiu'er mention our marriage to the royal father? What did the royal father say?"

Looking at Sima Chun's tender eyes, there was a trace of anxiety and irritability that could not be concealed, Qingyun Qingling said: "Brother Emperor, didn't I say it after a while? Why are you forcing me so much?"

Seeing Qingyun turned sideways with a sad look, Sima Chun became anxious, put his hands on her shoulders, turned her body to face him, and hurriedly explained: "Jiu'er, don't be angry, I'm not forcing you. I'm just a little Worrying, Jiu'er is so outstanding that so many people are scrambling to marry Jiu'er, even Chu Yunyi wants to marry you as his queen, just in case..."

"Could it be that in Brother Dahuang's heart, I am a person who is not firm in my position and who is always on the move?" Forcibly retreating, Qingyun's face was hurt.

"No, Jiu'er, in my heart, you are gentle and beautiful, with a pure and kind heart, and no one can replace you!"

"Really?"

In the bright and clear moonlight, her elegant and refined face is as pure as a lotus emerging from water, her dark pupils are surrounded by water and mist, her perfect cherry lips are slightly opened and closed, and her body under the red cloak is graceful and graceful, as if a fairy from the Yao Palace accidentally fell into the mundane world, Sima Chun suddenly lost his soul.

He suddenly embraced Qingyun into his arms, wrapped his arms tightly around her soft jade and fragrant waist, and breathed her faint fragrance. Sima Chun was distracted and breathless: "Jiu'er, trust me, I love you!" My love, everything I said to you is true!" Saying that, she bowed her head and was about to kiss those cherry lips.

Although Jiu'er and him have already made a love affair, Jiu'er has always abided by the etiquette, and the two of them have no intimate behavior other than holding hands and hugging each other.

But last night after he had a lot of trouble with Meier, he realized that there was such an extremely happy thing between a man and a woman.

If it's Jiu'er, what a taste. . . . . .

Just thinking about it, Sima Chun felt hot all over his body, and a stream of heat gathered somewhere in his body.

The scorching breath pressed against his face, and after a brief panic, Qingyun quickly turned his head to the right side, and clenched his hands hanging by his sides into fists before he tried his best to resist the urge to kill him, pretending to be terrified: "Brother Emperor, didn't you promise me to wait until the big wedding? If you do this now, how can I face the world?"

Seeing this, Zi Ke and Lan Jue, who were originally waiting not far away, rushed forward quickly, trying their best to break Qingyun out of Sima Chun's arms.

Zi Ke supported Qingyun and took a few steps back, comforting him softly, while Lan Jue glared angrily at Sima Chun who had regained his senses, wishing to tear him to pieces.

Ignoring Lan Jue in front of him, Sima Chun looked at the shivering Qingyun in Zi Ke's arms. His pale and helpless face was as weak and sad as a pear blossom just blooming, and he was as weak and sad as being bullied by the wind and rain. He could not help but blame himself: "Jiuer, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just, just..."

"Stop talking, I don't want to hear anything." With Zi Ke's careful support, Qingyun turned around and left without hesitation.

Lan Jue immediately picked up the palace lantern on the ground and followed.

Looking at the back that didn't look back, Sima Chun was very annoyed, and he wanted to chase after him to explain, but he didn't want to hear Qingyun's cold voice suddenly in the wind, "Today, Yuemei came to ask me to ask father to help her brother and Tianda." Miss gave me a marriage, I heard her say that Miss Tian is too arrogant, so I didn't agree, she must be sad at the moment, Brother Da Huang, please comfort me, lest she misunderstand me."

Sima Chun's mind moved, Mei'er's graceful and delicate body, beautiful singing, and the emotion that had just cooled down surged again in his mind, and he flew to the prime minister's mansion without caring about anything else.

Turning around, staring at the place where Sima Chun was standing just now, Qingyun's expression was solemn and cold, and there was no bottom to his eyes as deep as ink.

"Why didn't you kill him just now?"