Queen's Purpose

Chapter 526 But Quan Qing Nine, I Don't Believe A Word You Say

The man's face suddenly darkened, "Who asked you to tell her this?"

Fuchen took a deep breath, and just about to defend himself, the man said again: "And then? What did she say?"

Fuchen sank for a moment, then hesitated and said: "The princess said... said... she also... misses you very much."

The man stared at him coldly, "Oh."

"........."

Fuchen just watched the man leave in front of him expressionlessly, leaving him with a mocking and gloomy look.

He felt so wronged, why is it so difficult to be a subordinate these days?
You can't say bad things, and you can't say good things?

Hey.

…………

Xia Fanyin felt a little uncomfortable when she returned to the carriage.

She guessed that the space in the carriage was too small and airtight, so she opened the window.

But at this moment, the air outside the window suddenly became fierce, and suddenly an arrow shot towards her direction!
Her expression changed, and she was about to avoid it, but the man stretched out his hand to grab the feathered arrow!

He really is holding.

The speed of the cold arrow was too fast, so although he managed to hold it, the sharp point of the cold arrow slid across his palm, drawing obvious bloodstains, and it happened to be the palm he was stabbed before.

Fu Chen and other hidden guards came quickly, Fu Shen's expression changed, "Master, are you alright?"

The man threw the arrow as if nothing had happened, "Let people chase after him."

Fuchen glanced at him worriedly, then stared at Xia Fanyin as if praying, "Yes!"

Of course Xia Fanyin caught his eye, but ignored it.

Quan Qingjiu sat down beside her, staring at her for a long time, "Are you not even going to say a word to me now?"

She was reading a book, so he took her book away, "You like to be lively and can't stay idle, otherwise you wouldn't talk to Fu Chen."

She lowered her head, and he pinched her chin and lifted it up, "So is it just me who you don't want to talk to?"

She closed her eyes, and was suddenly held by the shoulders of the man, "Xia Fanyin, I'm talking to you!"

Xia Fanyin frowned, and the moment she opened her eyes, she noticed the scratch on his palm.

It's black blood, not red.

Poisoned?

Her pupils changed slightly, and she glanced at him quickly, "Don't think this is useful, who knows if it's a scene you directed and acted yourself."

Quan Qing's nine eyes were startled.

The woman laughed mockingly, "It's not like you haven't done this kind of thing before. Why do you make such a wronged expression?"

He laughed suddenly, and said sneeringly: "Yes, it's a pity that you came back last time because of that thief and not for me. I know it very well, so I won't do the same thing again."

She pulled her lips and smiled, "Oh, really?"

The fourth sentence I said to him in the past ten days, "But Quan Qingjiu, I don't believe a word you say."

The man was shocked again, his pupils shrank sharply.

Suddenly, he deeply realized again that the sharpest weapon that hurts people is often not a hairpin, a dagger, or the wounds she inflicted on him—they were just flesh wounds.

The most ruthless thing is the wound in the heart, as long as she says a few words or even a simple look in her eyes, blood will drip.

He tore off a piece of cloth from his sleeve to bandage the wound with a blank expression. Xia Fanyin looked at it, and suddenly felt sick.

"vomit--"

She slammed to the door, opened the curtain and retched desperately.

I couldn't vomit anything, but I was struggling to feel that my internal organs were about to be vomited out, and my eyes were flushed.

Quan Qingjiu's complexion changed, and he immediately stepped forward, "Xiaoqi, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

(End of this chapter)