The concubine is addicted to the world

Chapter 370 Don't blame him
Yang Yue lowered her head and said in a low voice, "As long as you're fine, it's fine. Butler Li didn't do it on purpose yesterday. He was in a hurry, so don't take it to heart."

Qianqing shook her head with a bun in her mouth, and said vaguely, "Miss Yang misunderstood, I'm not angry, it made sense last night."

Yang Yue glanced at Qianqing in a daze, and said embarrassingly, "That's good."

Ji Wuyou didn't say anything, and Yang Yue couldn't sit down, so she came to look for Ji Wuyou early in the morning, but Ji Wuyou didn't even say a word to sit down, she didn't even have the politeness, and she just stood awkwardly.

On the contrary, when Qianqing came, Ji Wuyou's eyes lit up obviously, and his eyes never left Qianqing.

This scene was so dazzling that Yang Yue felt uncomfortable.

Yang Yue took a deep breath, "There are still some things in my room that I have to deal with in the future. I'll go back first, and you can use them slowly."

As Yang Yue covered her mouth and coughed lightly, her pace was not so fast, but she deliberately paused for a while.

"Eat slowly, no one will grab you." Ji Wuyou helplessly reached out to wipe the corner of Qianqing's mouth.

Yang Yue paused, then quickened her pace and quickly disappeared around the corner.

Ji Wuyou withdrew his expression, a smile flashed in his eyes, and patiently accompanied Qianqing to have breakfast until Qianqing shook his head.

Ji Wuyou said, "I'm going to court, you take care of yourself, you can go anywhere except the gate."

Qian Qing nodded, "Okay."

Ji Wuyou walked a few steps, looked back at Qianqing again, stopped talking and left quickly.

Qian Qing was bored by herself, even though she was a maid, who would dare to use her as a maid.

This morning, Butler Li was beaten fifty times in front of everyone, and he passed out on the spot. Ji Wuyou didn't stop, and many of them fell on Butler Li.

The blood on the board is not a joke, it is estimated that Butler Li will not be able to get out of bed for three months.

As soon as Steward Li woke up, he warned everyone in the mansion that no one was allowed to provoke Qianqing, and no matter what Qianqing did, she was allowed to do so.

Wherever Qianqing went, the maidservant hid far away, for fear of offending Qianqing and punishing her.

A few others saw Qianqing with eyes as if they saw gold.

Qianqing rubbed her nose, grabbed a maid at random and asked, "What's the matter, why are you avoiding me?"

The servant girl shook her body, "Girl, Housekeeper Li was punished early this morning, so..."

Qianqing curled her lips, "He was punished because he made a mistake, so what does it have to do with me?"

The maid did not dare to speak, but silently added in her heart, Steward Li has never been punished because she did not understand the master's intention because she made Qianqing suffer yesterday.

Before Qianqing could speak, the maid left impatiently.

It started to spread in the house that Ji Wuyou valued Qianqing very much, maybe the position of Mrs. Ji would belong to Qianqing in the future.

"It's too much, these people are too powerful." Luo Yan stomped her feet, afraid that Yang Yue would hear any bad rumors.

"If she hadn't pushed the young lady viciously yesterday, how could the young lady have suffered such a serious injury, but the adults didn't even ask a question."

Luo Yan couldn't help complaining about Yang Yue's injustice, she pouted her mouth in displeasure.

Yang Yue raised her eyes slightly when she heard this, and was holding a teacup tightly in her hand. The dull pain in her arm reminded her all the time that Ji Wuyou didn't care about herself at all.

The fingertips turned white due to the force, and there was a smear of darkness in the depths of the eyes.

"I really don't know what's so good about that girl, she's like an idiot." Luo Yan looked down on Qianqing, deliberately pretending to be crazy and clinging to Ji Wuyou, to win Ji Wuyou's sympathy.

Yang Yue smiled wryly, "There is still more than a month left for the queen mother to set the date for Master Ji, and now I am the one who has been on the sedan chair again, with no power or power, besides, the cousin of the crown prince hates the He family and is ignorant, Miss Qian is the prince Concubine's best friend, how can I compare with her."

"But the empress dowager has a lot of praise for the young lady."

Yang Yue sighed, her tone clearly unwilling, "The empress dowager is old, and the future master will be the prince! Lord Ji has a bright future, how can I let Lord Ji delay his future because of me and offend the cousin of the prince?" .”

Luoyan has nothing to say now, she just wants to fight for her young lady. Her young lady is good-looking, talented and good at housekeeping. No one can compare to Qianqing. Ji Wuyou must be confused and doesn't understand her young lady. good.

Yang Yue pursed her lips and remained silent, wondering what she was thinking.

After a few more days, Qianqing can almost walk sideways in Ji's mansion, as long as Ji Wuyou comes back, the two must be together.

When Ji Wuyou woke up in the morning, he held a nine-section whip in his hand and moved vigorously like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Standing aside, Qianqing stared wide-eyed, full of surprise and admiration, watching Ji Wuyou's movements with envious admiration.

Ji Wuyou saw that she had been arguing all day long and wanted to go to the palace to find Huazhu to learn how to whip, but for some reason today she practiced the whip like a ghost, she hasn't used it for many years, but she is very proficient.

The little man on the side wanted to stick his eyes to his body, that wonderful feeling made Ji Wuyou feel a strange emotion in his heart, and his emotions were high.

With a snap of his whip, Ji Wuyou glanced at Qianqing who was at the side, panting slightly, "Why are you here?"

Qian Qing obediently handed over a cup of tea, Ji Wuyou's eyes were stained with a smile, "Another crime?"

Qianqing shook her head, "No way, you've been doing well these few days."

Ji Wuyou pretended not to know, and looked at Qianqing suspiciously.

Qianqing's eyes fell on the nine-section whip placed on the table beside her, her eyes were extremely hot, "Can I..."

"Touch it." Ji Wuyou said generously.

As soon as Qianqing's eyes lit up, she stepped forward to touch the whip. The cold touch made Qianqing even more excited. This whip is made of python skin, and there are some barbs erected at each connecting place, which is sharp and cold. It is absolutely painful to smoke on the body.

"This whip is more beautiful and domineering than the one in sister Huazhu's hand. Ji Wuyou, can you give it to me?"

Qianqing lowered her head and asked.

"No!" Ji Wuyou refused without thinking.

Qianqing curled her lips, "Stingy!"

"Is this your begging attitude?" Ji Wuyou raised his eyebrows and looked at Qianqing with displeasure.

Qianqing smiled mischievously, seeing that his tone was not as firm as before, she knew there was something going on, so she walked over.

"Ji Wuyou, you are so nice and rich. It's really embarrassing for you to play with a whip by a man. It will damage your tall and mighty image. Why don't you just give it to me. In the future, I will master the whip and no one will be able to do it." If you dare to bully me, I won’t trouble you.”

Originally intended to give it, but hearing what Qianqing said, Ji Wuyou would not want to give it for a while.

"You have no foundation at all. If this whip is thrown on you, it will hurt for at least a few days. It will be bloody from the bone to the flesh. It will be more than ten times more painful than when the housekeeper beat you with a rattan cane that day. "

Ji Wuyou said in a nonchalant manner, Qianqing's face paled and her body trembled, her brows were tightly frowned and she took a deep breath, as if it was being drawn on her body, the pain in the palm of her hand was still fresh in her memory.

Her weak body is just made of wood by letting her play with it at will, or she is just holding a teacup to practice her arm strength.

Ji Wuyou's words were like a basin of cold water poured on Qianqing's head, making it cool.

Qianqing pursed her lips a little disappointed, but she couldn't let go, she held the end of the whip tightly and looked at Ji Wuyou stubbornly.

Just then, a figure walked in.

"Master Ji, my girl is seriously ill." Luo Yan looked anxious, and her voice was crying, "My girl has been having a high fever, and this morning, my servants found out that she is almost dying."

Ji Wuyou frowned, "Go get the doctor!"

"I've already sent someone, but..." Luo Yan looked at Ji Wuyou hesitantly, and gritted his teeth to fight it out, "Master Ji, my girl has been chanting her name all the time, so this servant is bold, please sir Go and have a look."

The corners of Ji Wuyou's eyes squinted at Qianqing, holding the whip tightly in his hand, as if he didn't hear this, his eyes darkened.

"Qianqing, come with me." Saying that, Ji Wuyou swiped his palm, pulled back the whip, and held Qianqing's arm tightly with one hand.

"Where are you going?" Qian Qing looked puzzled.

"My lord..." Luo Yan's face froze, if Yang Yue saw Qian Qing, it would be strange if she wasn't pissed to death.

However, Ji Wuyou dragged Qian Qing away, and Luo Yan stomped his feet, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and keep up.

A strong smell of medicine filled the room, mixed with the woman's constant coughing.

"Ahem..." Yang Yue threw off the quilt and got down to the ground. She was about to pour tea, but her body softened and she fell to the ground.

"Miss!" Luo Yan hurried over to support Yang Yue.

Yang Yue's face was extremely pale and weak, and when he looked up he saw Ji Wuyou, "I'm fine, you don't need to make a fuss, why did you disturb your lord?"

"Slave..."

"Where's the imperial doctor?" Ji Wuyou asked in a cold voice.

"Responding to my lord's words, the imperial physician is on the way here and should arrive in a while."

Luoyan helped Yang Yue to sit on the couch, while Ji Wuyou stood aside, Qianqing lowered her head and did not speak, sniffing that the smell of the medicine was really unpleasant.

The imperial doctor came after a while, "Miss Yang is worried and anxious, and she is weak and suffering from cold, so she can prescribe a few medicines and take a good rest for a few days."

"Thank you, the imperial physician." Yang Yue propped herself up to thank her, the imperial physician waved her hand, left a prescription and left.

Ji Wuyou raised his lips, "I'll send a few more maids to serve you later, just ask for anything you need."

Yang Yue's eyes drifted away from the hands held by the two, and there was a sadness in his eyes, "I am already very grateful that my lord can come to see me in his busy schedule. I can be taken in by an adult, and I have a place to shelter from the wind and rain. Yang Yue didn't dare to ask extravagantly."

Ji Wuyou hummed lightly, then turned to tell one of the maidservants, "If you don't feel well, go to the doctor directly."

"Yes!"

Yang Yue's face turned pale, and she clenched her fists tightly, watching Ji Wuyou take Qianqing away.

"Miss." Luo Yan lowered her head guiltily, "It's useless to be a slave."

Yang Yue coughed violently again, her lips became paler and weaker, and a flash of determination flashed in her eyes.

"Today, the old lady sent someone to spread the word that Miss, a girl's family should not live in the Ji Mansion, and send someone to take Miss back in a few days."

Luo Yan bit the bullet and said these words, but her heart was very depressed. Luo Yan knew very well what it would be like to return to the He family.

Yang Yue's face turned even paler when she heard this, and she was holding a piece of jade pendant tightly in her hand, she was so angry that she threw it on the ground, breaking it into several petals.

"Miss!" Luo Yan was startled.

"Send it to the old lady." Yang Yue closed his eyes. Mrs. He raised Yang Yue for more than ten years, but Yang Yue also saved Mrs. He once, so the two are equal, and no one owes anyone.

"Yes!"

On the other end, Qianqing narrowed her eyes, "Ji Wuyou, does Yang Yue want to marry you?"

Ji Wuyou squinted Qianqing and said nothing, Qianqing curled her lips, "Is she threatening you before saving her life? You have saved me so many times, so should I also repay you?"

Ji Wuyou nodded as a matter of course, "Yeah, if you leave you to someone else to raise you for a few days, you won't be able to raise them well when you come back. Do you think you have no conscience?"

Qianqing bit her lip, and glared at Ji Wuyou, "You turned a corner and scolded me!"

Ji Wuyou shrugged, Qian Qing entangled him again, shaking Ji Wuyou's arm, with a flattering expression, "Ji Wuyou, can you teach me about the nine-section whip?"

Ji Wuyou let her grind for a long time, but he didn't nod or refuse, and he ground his teeth lightly, almost pounced on him and bit Ji Wuyou to death.

A few more days later, Ji Wuyou accompanied Qian Qing for dinner, feeding Qian Qing bit by bit, and he liked staying with the little guy more and more.

"In the future, you should start practicing with the wooden whip. Try not to hit yourself, and I will start teaching you."

Ji Wuyou couldn't stand the torture, so he nodded in agreement.

Qianqing nodded immediately, smiling like a flower, "I'll practice later!"

Ji Wuyou smiled helplessly, Qianqing ate an extra bowl when she was happy, she had never heard a smile all night, the silver bell-like laughter was heard in her ears, it seemed like she couldn't hear enough.

In the evening, Luoyan came again.

Ji Wuyou said to Qianqing, "Sleep early, I will take you out tomorrow."

Qianqing nodded obediently, she believed in Ji Wuyou, if she liked it and no one stopped her, Ji Wuyou must have married Yang Yue a long time ago, there is no need to wait until now.

No one can catch up with this cleverness, Ji Wuyou smiled and went to Yang Yue's place.

The night was hazy, the lights were flickering, and there was a graceful figure in the corridor, waving his sleeves and swaying and jumping to his heart's content, his every move was full of charm, and he looked at Ji Wuyou with seductive eyes like silk.

Unknowingly, there were only two people left in the whole courtyard, Yang Yue was dancing in the corridor, Ji Wuyou stood at the door quietly watching the figure writhing around, walking towards him step by step.

Yang Yue ecstatically danced, wearing only a white beaded gauze dress, the breeze blew in, and there was a chill, but Yang Yue couldn't feel anything, the makeup on her face was very delicate, with a sense of charm.

Ji Wuyou just stood there, motionless and calm.

Yang Yue was a little discouraged, and put on a smile, "My lord, I made a table of wine and food, why don't you go in and taste it?"

Ji Wuyou nodded and did not refuse, Yang Yue was overjoyed, and followed Ji Wuyou into the room.

There was a table full of dishes, most of which were Ji Wuyou's favorites, so it was obvious that he put a lot of effort into it.

Ji Wuyou raised his lips and smiled, "Thank you for your hard work, I will start cooking as soon as I recover."

Yang Yue shook his head, "It's not hard work, Yang Yue is happy to be able to serve the adults. The adults are busy outside every day, and they should not worry about it when they get home. It is good to rest. Yang Yue can contribute a little effort, yes Yang Yue's blessing."

Ji Wuyou smiled but said nothing, watching Yang Yue pour him a glass of wine and hand it over, his eyes very hopeful.

Ji Wuyou curled his lips into a smile, "This glass of wine should be my toast to you. I made these meals after a hard day."

Ji Wuyou picked up another wine cup, turned around and handed it to Yang Yue. Yang Yue's face froze a little unnaturally, and when he saw last Ji Wuyou's indifferent and gloomy eyes, he shuddered.

Those penetrating eyes had already told Yang Yue clearly that he knew everything.

Yang Yue's legs softened and he knelt in front of Ji Wuyou, "My lord, I am willing to serve my lord, and I will not let my lord rush around for the affairs of the back house. I hope my lord will help me."

Ji Wuyou narrowed his eyes and didn't speak.

Yang Yue couldn't figure out what Ji Wuyou meant, but at this point, he had to bite the bullet and go down.

Yang Yue's only confidence is that he can manage the back house of Ji's mansion for Ji Wuyou, but Qianqing is a person who can't even take care of herself. One is like a wife and the other is like a concubine. Yang Yue doesn't have to care about Qianqing.

Ji Wuyou squinted at Yang Yue, "What do you mean?"

Yang Yue put a touch of shyness on her cheeks, lowered her head and hesitated for a while, and then said, "Master Ji, Yang Yue is a person who has been in a sedan chair. Thank you for saving Yang Yue, Yang Yue can't repay you. If your lord Don't dislike it, Yang Yue is willing to be a pair of sisters with Sister Qian, no matter how big or small."　
Ji Wuyou raised his eyebrows, and a playful smile flashed in his eyes.

Yang Yue said again, "Master Ji, the two-month period that the Empress Dowager said that day is approaching, if the Empress Dowager asks questions at that time, or bestows the Lord with a daughter..."

Yang Yue looked at Ji Wuyou hesitantly, his heart pounding like a deer, beating like a deer, looking at Ji Wuyou nervously.

Under the dim moonlight, Yang Yue's face added a touch of gentleness, and she looked at herself shyly dressed in pure white, with longing and anticipation in her eyes.

A gust of wind blew by, and Yang Yue's face turned pale suddenly, and he bit his lips tightly, "Master Ji..."

The sarcasm at the corner of Ji Wuyou's mouth hurt Yang Yue's eyes deeply, and he saw Ji Wuyou fell to the ground with a wine glass in his hand, "This love potion doesn't work at all for me. I can’t see these little tricks?”

Ji Wuyou stood up, "Leave Ji's mansion tomorrow, and I will arrange everything for you. You and I will not owe each other in the future."

Yang Yue shook her head, still unable to figure out why Ji Wuyou would reject her. She has a beautiful face, so many times He Yu would blush and be obsessed when he saw her.

Is it possible that I am not as good as a little girl?

"Master Ji..." Yang Yue rushed over and grabbed Ji Wuyou's clothes, "I was confused when I put medicine in the wine, please forgive me this time, Master Ji, I really love Master Ji, even if Ji Wuyou My lord is willing to pamper my younger sister, I am satisfied as long as I can see you every day, the world is so big that there is no room for Yang Yue."

Ji Wuyou glanced back at Yang Yue, and frowned tightly, "It doesn't matter if you go back to Yang's house or He's house, anyway, Ji's mansion is not where you should stay."

Ji Wuyou's tone was firm, while Yang Yue cried into tears, "Why, how can I not compare to Qianqing?"

Ji Wuyou squatted down, "Qianqing's eyes are not so complicated, naturally she doesn't have as many thoughts as you, let alone calculating all the time, you are very smart, but you are hard to guard against by the people next to your pillow."

Ji Wuyou left behind a few words, turned around and left without any pause or regret.

Yang Yue sat on the ground blankly, the words that Ji Wuyou said just now remained in his mind.

It's not because I'm not good enough, but because I'm too smart, that's why I'm afraid.

This intelligence is Yang Yue's greatest pride, but now it has become a bondage. Ji Wuyou has been fighting since he was a child, and now he is the Minister of the Ministry of War. He has never seen such a method.

And he was stupid enough to recommend himself as a pillow, but he didn't know that Ji Wuyou saw all this.

It was a big joke, Yang Yue did it all night.

Early the next morning, Ji Wuyou brought Qianqing into the palace, and went directly to the Palace of Mercy.

Soon after an imperial decree was issued, Ji Wuyou personally asked the Queen Mother to marry Qianqing as his wife, and would not take a concubine until his death.

After Yang Yue heard the news, the uncontrollable sweetness in her throat spilled out from the corners of her lips, and she spit it out in one gulp, her body trembling.

"Miss!" Luo Yan was taken aback, "I'm going to find your lord."

But Yang Yue grabbed Luoyan and said word by word, "Pack up your things, let's leave Jifu."

"Miss?"

"Pack up!" Yang Yue's eyes turned cold, and Luo Yan was speechless, and obediently went to pack up.

Before leaving, Ji Wuyou just came back, followed closely by Qianqing with a confused face, Yang Yue paused, couldn't take a step forward, and watched the two leave.

Ji Wuyou coaxed Qian Qing for a while, Qian Qing raised her lips and her eyes were red, hugged Ji Wuyou's neck tightly, and choked up, "Then how long are you going?"

"I've already greeted the crown prince at the East Palace. I'm worried about you staying in the mansion alone."

"How long?" Qianqing was a little persistent, like a little daughter-in-law who was struggling.

Ji Wuyou sighed, he was going to find an antidote for Qi Yao at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the poison on Qi Yao's body could not be hidden anymore.

"It's half a year soon, and a year if it's slow." Ji Wuyou held the delicate and soft Qianqing in his arms, with a look of reluctance.

Qianqing pursed her lips, "When are you leaving?"

"After half a month."

Ji Wuyou leaned over and kissed Qianqing's lips with a slight smile. It was the first time that the person he missed was also thinking about his return. This feeling was amazing.

Early the next morning, Ji Wuyou brought Qianqing into the palace again, watching Qianqing enter the East Palace from a distance, Ji Wuyou sighed long.

"Please Your Highness." Ji Wuyou looked at Qi Yao solemnly.

Qi Yao nodded, "There is no need to be polite between you and me, no matter whether you succeed or not, you must come back safely."

Ji Wuyou smiled, "It's natural."

Ji Wuyou gritted his teeth and left cruelly. He left for more than three months, searching everywhere for Ye Xiaohan's hidden antidote.

After searching for a long time to no avail, instead he was hunted down everywhere, Ji Wuyou cursed inwardly as despicable.

After many inquiries, Ji Wuyou found out that the antidote had been dissolved early in the morning, and the mother Gu in Ye Xiaohan's hand had already woken up, which meant that the poison on Qi Yao's body was particularly troublesome.

Later, a secret guard sent a letter to Ji Wuyou, saying that the poison on Qi Yao's body had been cured.

Ji Wuyou returned to Dongchu in half-belief, and after half a year, he still didn't quite believe it.

After returning back, many things happened in Kyoto. The heavy rain fell for half a month, which almost destroyed the city of Kyoto. Su Han was crushed by rumors and gossips.

Not only that, after Qi Yao ascended the throne, he also sent Su Han to Taohua Xiaozhu, and did not confer the title of queen. Ji Wuyou didn't doubt Qi Yao's purpose for doing this, he only knew that Qi Yao loved Su Han more than his life.

After Su Han gave birth to the prince, Qi Yao was tracking down the source of the rumors every day, trying to give Su Han a stable environment before Su Han returned to the palace.

Qi Yao supported everything alone, alone and helpless.

Ji Wuyou went to the palace to pick up Qianqing, Qianqing seemed to have grown up a lot, her eyes were red and swollen, she rushed into Ji Wuyou's arms, and burst into tears.

"Ji Wuyou, why did you come back!"

Ji Wuyou felt a little distressed, she would definitely be terrified after going through so many things.

"It's okay, I'm here, I'm here to pick you up, and I'll never leave again."

Only then did Qian Qing nod her head, and followed Ji Wuyou back to Ji's mansion with some worry and excitement, her eyes were red like a rabbit, crying and laughing for a while.

Qianqing kept telling Ji Wuyou about all kinds of things, Yang Yue became the concubine of the He family, Su Han was besieged by a group of people all day long, and there were a lot of gossips, everyone wanted Su Han to die immediately, but because of Qi Yao's face I dare not mention it.

"Anyway, I believe that Sister Han is not what they said, but someone framed Sister Han!"

Ji Wuyou listened indifferently, and hugged Qianqing exhaustedly, feeling a little relieved, and nodded in cooperation.

"The truth will always come out."

Later, Ji Wuyou found out that Qi Yao's poison was fed with the little princess's heart blood to feed the poisonous Gu on Qi Yao's body and gradually grew up, forming a kind of dependence. Qi Yao.

Doctor Yuan said that there are hundreds of poisons in Qianqing's blood, probably because she was soaked in poisonous weeds since she was very young. No wonder Qianqing has always been resistant to poisons and is very sensitive.

No wonder, Doctor Yuan refused to let Qianqing go.

"I don't feel any pain at all." Qian Qing shook her head, "It's enough to save the prince."

Ji Wuyou rubbed Qianqing into his arms, "Silly girl."

The two hugged each other for a long time, but Qianqing's life experience has been lingering in Ji Wuyou's mind, an inextricable fog.

"If one day you think of the past, will you leave me?"

Qianqing immediately shook her head, hugged Ji Wuyou's neck tightly, and said firmly, "No!"

Ji Wuyou laughed, "Come down quickly, let people see...."

Qianqing shrunk and buried herself in Ji Wuyou's arms, blushing and said, "What are you afraid of, anyway, you are my husband."

Ji Wuyou nodded, "You're right."

It wasn't until later, on the battlefields between Eastern Chu and early Ming, that Ji Wuyou found out about Qian Qing's identity.

The daughter of the owner of the Youming Pavilion, and the owner of the Youming Pavilion is a fake Qin State Prince, who was beheaded by him and Qi Yao in the border city of Qin State.

Ji Wuyou stared blankly at Qianqing, at this time Qianqing was like a helpless child, looking at Ji Wuyou in horror.

Ji Wuyou couldn't say a word stuck in his throat, so he could only hug Qianqing cautiously.

Qianqing raised her eyes to look at Ji Wuyou, "Actually, my mind has recovered a long time ago. My father is the master of the Youming Pavilion who killed so many people. Do you think I'm dirty too? The things on Princess Ji and Qi Yun's body The poison comes from the Nether Pavilion."

Therefore, Qi Yao was poisoned, and Qianqing donated her blood without hesitation.

Ji Wuyou was slightly stunned.

Qianqing was crying sadly, Ji Wuyou patted Qianqing's back a little stiffly, and her deep voice was a little suspicious.

"When did this happen?"

The questioning look towards Wuyou last season almost broke Qianqing.

"I..." Qianqing pursed her lips, "I came back from Taohua Xiaozhu's escape and had a high fever, so I remembered."

Qianqing hugged Ji Wuyou's arm tightly with some fear, "Ji Wuyou, I didn't mean to hide it from you, don't be angry, woohoo"

Qianqing was out of breath from crying, choked up, and told the cause and effect.

Ji Wuyou stretched out his rough hand to wipe Qianqing's tears, "Don't hold back when you encounter problems in the future, talk carefully!"

Qianqing cried for a long time before she stopped her tears, lying in Ji Wuyou's arms and refused to go down, "My father is a wicked man, he is ambitious and covetous, even I am his tool for making drugs. I couldn’t bear it so I escaped, and then I hit my head on a rock and forgot many things.”

"Okay, don't cry." Ji Wuyou reached out to wipe Qianqing's tears, "This matter is over, and I will be by your side to protect you from now on."

Qianqing has no affection for her biological father. She has seen him kill so many people, even her mother.

Therefore, Ji Wuyou and Qi Yao killed her father, but it was a kind of relief and atonement, otherwise more people would die sooner or later.

Qianqing was a little tired from crying, her eyelids were a little heavy, Ji Wuyou gently coaxed her to sleep, and her heart felt more and more distressed for this silly girl.

　Concubine, you are incomparable with red makeup
　　Prince Wuqi　
　　This is a story about a scheming girl who was forced to marry a vicious and brutal enemy prince, but unexpectedly won his favor and was spoiled endlessly.

　　Everyone said that Miss Shangshufu was the reincarnation of Fairy Wenqu. Not only did she have a beautiful face, she also had a bodhisattva heart. In order to keep the border safe, she left her hometown to befriend Fengyan...

　　Mu Qingran: Who is this... talking about?
　　She was obviously forced to get married by an imperial decree, okay? !
　　It was rumored that King Jing'an of Fengyan Kingdom was vicious and cruel, with a violent personality, but in fact... Hey, my lord, your coldness is like ice, your cruelty is different, why is it different from the legend, can she return it? !

　　small theater

　　Mu Qingran: I'm not in good health, I'm afraid I won't be able to serve the prince to sleep.

　　Ye Qingchen said without blinking: "It's okay, I can serve you.

　　Mu Qingran: ...

　　Mu Qingran: Does the prince sleep inside or outside?
　　Ye Qingchen: Sleep on it!

　　Mu Qingran: ...

　　The corners of her mouth twitched slightly. Is it really okay to play hooligans if you don't agree with me like this?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)