Queen's Purpose

Chapter 290 Your Highness, Don't Feel Guilty
Xiao Quanzi watched him leaning over to search, with the warm sun above his head, but he suddenly felt a little sad.

Why are clothes so important that someone like Jiuqian who loves cleanliness can stand in such a place?

However, Nine Thousand Years is good no matter what, even standing in this pile of garbage, he is still like a god!
Until the sunset on the western mountain, there was always a crimson purple figure in the remote corner of the capital where the garbage was piled up.

But even in the end, the man did not find any clothes.

Xiao Quanzi couldn't help but stepped forward and said: "Master, why don't you go back and ask first, maybe the people who dispose of the garbage saw that the clothes were good, so they didn't throw them away by themselves?"

The man froze slightly.

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Xia Fanyin was writing lyrics in Qingquan Pavilion, intending to take it to Yu Xiaodie, but the door was suddenly knocked open.

With a "bang", the pen in her hand fell heavily on the rice paper in shock, spilling out thick and colorful ink colors.

She raised her head subconsciously, and what she saw was a figure dressed in crimson standing at the door, staring at her with an unkind expression.

The heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.

The man came to her side with a strong sense of oppression, his eyes darkened, "Xia Fanyin, where are my things?"

Xia Fanyin suppressed the horror in his heart, frowned and asked inexplicably, "Why are you looking for me when your things are missing?"

What did she do to him?

A strange smell suddenly came from his nose. Xia Fanyin took a deep breath, and couldn't help but move his head forward. The smell emanating from the man became more and more obvious—it was not clear whether it was sour or foul, but it was just Very bad!

She couldn't help but cover her nose and backed away, with undisguised disgust in her eyes, "Which pit did you climb into?"

Quan Qing's eyes became colder, "Do you still have the face to ask?"

If she hadn't talked nonsense, he would have become like this?The servant who cleaned up the garbage said that there were no clothes thrown away at all!

The aura on the man's body became more and more sinister, and Xia Fanyin had an inexplicable premonition that this incident might have something to do with her.

But she obviously didn't go out all day - people are sitting in the room, does the pot come from the sky?
"Why am I ashamed to ask?"

She coolly sarcastically said, "Why, you missed me too much on the road, so you fell into the pit and ran back to blame me?"

Quan Qingjiu's eyebrows twitched, "What did you say?"

She raised her chin confidently, "Otherwise, why would you blame me for losing something and the stench on your body? Am I the one who blamed me?"

Take the blame... Hero?

Quan Qingjiu selectively ignored the inexplicable things in her words, sneered, and suddenly turned and walked towards the wardrobe.

Xia Fanyin's complexion changed, "Quan Qingjiu!" Looking at his direction, she knew that something was wrong, she hurried to catch up, and scolded, "Why are you wandering around in my room?"

The man turned his head and stared at her coldly, "Your Highness, don't feel guilty. Also, you are sleeping with this deity now, Qingquan Pavilion is no longer your room."

"..."

Xia Fanyin was really guilty, and even forgot to refute him.

Quan Qingjiu rummaged through the closet, and finally found a baggage among the neatly folded clothes.

The dark gray bag was opened, and it was the blood-stained white robe.

At this moment, the splattered blood has gradually faded, it is not as bright and flamboyantly dyed with shocking red as last night, but even if it is dimmed, it is still very dazzling.

Quan Qing's nine eyes are pitch black, and his Adam's apple rolls up and down.

The next second, he picked up the robe, turned around and stared at her mockingly, "What is this?"

(End of this chapter)