Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 307 Moved back to the Prince Regent's Mansion
"I won't let you go unless you tell me why you treat me so coldly, why you moved out of the princess mansion, why don't you love me anymore?" Qing Yange put her arms around Jiu Que's strong waist persistently , with stubbornness in her eyes.

Jiu Que lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms who seemed to have a pair of elk eyes. He pursed his lips, "You want to know the reason?"

Qingyange nodded, "En."

"Because you and I are not from the same world. Your father stole my nine family's country. In order to prevent my father from making trouble and also want to show the benevolence of the royal family, your father exiled my father to the frontier alone.

"It just so happened that there was a plague in the frontier that year, and my father died in a foreign country in his prime of life. After my mother received the news, she committed suicide in the mansion that night. Yes, that's right, it is the mansion where you are standing now. When I was [-] years old, I was alone, do you know that kind of hate?"

"I should thank your parents who pretended to show kindness and saved my life so that I can grow up safely. I should also thank my father for being upright and making many friends back then, so that there are countless invisible behind me Only by relying on the mountain can I stay dormant until now, and give you and your nephew a fatal blow."

Jiu Que used the coldest words in the world to uncover the pain buried in his heart that could not heal for a long time.

Qing Yange shook her head unconsciously when she heard Jiu Que's words.

These things, she never knew.

Jiu Que lowered his face slowly, pinching Qing Yange's chin with his fingertips, and said word by word in Qing Yange's ear with his thin lips: "You said that I seem to have spoiled you in every possible way for a while, I think maybe It's just for fun, why do you take it seriously?"

After saying this, Jiu Que pushed Qingyange away, and flicked the chest that Qingyange leaned against with a little disgust. In front of Qingyange, he took off his coat neatly and threw it on the on the ground.

"Cen Bin, burn this robe, I don't like things touched by dirty people."

After leaving these words, Jiu Que strode away.

Cen Bin picked up the robe, glanced at Qingyange, and didn't know how to comfort him for a moment. He stepped back and caught up with Jiuque, "Master, have you heard the story about chasing your wife in the crematorium?"

Jiu Que: "..."

Qing Yange, who fell to the ground, stroked her chest, the pain there was so painful that she couldn't bear it.

And just now being pushed by Jiu Que, the wound on the calf was torn open, and the blood spread, making the pain worse.

At this moment, Qingyange only felt the grievances of these days rushing to her heart.

She burst into tears regardless of her image.

"Jiu Que, you bastard, thanks to the fact that I like you so much, it's the first time I fell in love with someone and ended up like this. Jiu Que, you are not a thing. If I had known you would be like this, I shouldn't have liked you!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooory Too much!"

"Fortunately, I knew that after you fell off the cliff, I rushed to the battlefield alone. Do you know how terrifying the battlefield is, with so many swords and cannons, and that huge elephant. Although I have martial arts, But I'm still scared, the battlefield is much scarier than the night you forced the palace!"

"Do you know that a bloody head flying towards me anytime and anywhere scares me half to death, but for you, I can't show fear. After I stabbed Prince Dayong, I'm especially afraid that the people next to me will kill me." One knife, do you know it!"

"And that day when I went to look for you on the cliff, I fainted from exhaustion. I obviously... obviously did a good job, why do you still treat me like this!"

"Woooooooooooo."

Qing Yange cried more and more vigorously, until the end she couldn't cry.

She only felt tears streaming out, and those bad emotions were released desperately.

It was quiet all around, as if she was the only voice.

until--

A white handkerchief was handed to her eyes.

She was slightly taken aback.

"Don't cry." It was the same cold voice, but with a hint of helplessness.

Qingyange followed the white handkerchief and looked up.

She just watched Jiu Que's exquisite face come into her eyes.

For a moment she forgot how to cry.

Jiu Que stretched out his handkerchief, wiped Qing Yange's tear-stained face directly, and sighed, "Don't cry, this looks so ugly."

"So Jiu Que, you were acting to lie to me just now? You are so bad!" Qing Yange wept with joy, her cotton-like fist landed on Jiu Que's chest, with a little complaint.

"No." Jiu Que still had his usual cold voice.

Qing Yange stopped her hand, her lips moved, "Then why did you turn back? You still have to wipe my tears."

"I just don't want to see you cry." Jiu Que pursed his lips and said coldly.

"Is it because I can't see me crying, or because I can't see anyone crying?" Qing Yange asked eagerly.

Jiu Que sneered, with a cold light in his eyes, "Have I seen not many people crying?"

Qing Yange nodded thoughtfully.

That's right, Jiu Que was originally a cold-faced devil king, who acted vigorously and resolutely, never being soft-hearted.

Naturally, there are thousands if not tens of thousands of people he has made cry, and he has never seen him soften his heart.

"Then you just can't bear to part with me!" Qing Yange said happily.

Jiu Que froze slightly, and stuffed the handkerchief into Qing Yange's palm, "Wipe it yourself."

After speaking, he stood up again, ready to leave.

Qing Yange immediately covered her calf in a very good manner, and wailed on the ground: "Oh, my calf is bleeding, it really hurts, what should I do? If this continues to flow, will it become a bloodbath? Lame? And my infected cold has not yet healed, and I don’t know if it will make my condition worse if I blow the cold wind here alone!”

Jiu Que's body that was drifting away paused.

Finally, he couldn't help but retreated.

"It hurts?" Jiu Que raised his eyebrows.

Qing Yange nodded, and replied pitifully: "Well, it really hurts, look, it's bleeding!"

Qingyange pulled back the skirt very familiarly, revealing her white thighs.

Jiu Que raised his voice and shouted: "Cen Bin, carry it on my back."

Cen Bin turned around very tactfully, and even told the secret guard: "You all close your eyes, you can't see!"

Jiu Que pursed his thin lips, but still stretched out his hand to check Qingyange's wound.

Just look at the depth of Qing Yan's singing, and you can even vaguely see the bones, the blood winding endlessly.

Jiu Que's heart sank, and he said coldly, "How did you do it?"

"I was lighting in Zijin's palace that day, and when it was cold, I went to close the door. Unexpectedly, the wind blew out the candlelight. The black lamp was blind, and I tripped over a stool. That's why it happened." Qing Yange curled her lips, I felt sorry Said.

Jiu Que sighed slightly, stretched out his hand without hesitation, and hugged Qing Yange by the waist, "Go to stop the bleeding first."

Qing Yange leaned comfortably in Jiu Que's arms, as if her heart was about to melt, she took the opportunity to ask: "Then Jiu Que, when will you move back to the Princess Mansion?"

(End of this chapter)