Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 318 I feel sorry for him

When Qing Yange heard Jiu Que's sincere words, her eyes flickered, she stopped moving immediately, and lay obediently in Jiu Que's arms, and said sullenly: "I thought we would really meet each other. Strangers."

Jiu Que's fingertips slowly caressed Qing Yange's face, the deep eyes that looked like black lotus blossoms were haloed, and the lips were lightly pursed, "I was wrong."

"Hmph." Qing Yange curled her lips.

"How can you forgive me?" Jiu Que asked.

Qing Yange's eyes flashed with distress, her hands climbed up Jiu Que's waist, her head was pressed tightly against his chest, feeling the muscles under the clothes, her cheeks blushed slightly, she thought about it, "Why don't you promise it with your body?"

"Aren't we husband and wife right now? Didn't I promise each other with my body?" Jiu Que raised his eyebrows and asked.

But Qing Yange shook her head, and said hastily: "No, what I mean is that the one who sleeps in the same bed agrees with her body!"

As soon as Qingyange finished speaking, the entire hall fell into dead silence.

Qing Yange lightly hammered Jiu Que's chest, and pouted her charming little mouth, "Don't you want to?"

Jiu Que's ears were hot, and his voice was hoarse, with a bit of imperceptible emotion, "I... I just have no experience, I'm afraid you won't like it."

Qing Yange laughed in Jiu Que's arms, that exquisite laughter surrounded like bells, with traces of tenderness.

"Ahem." Jiu Que coughed twice in embarrassment.

Qing Yange finally stopped smiling, and said seriously: "Okay, now you are injured, I can't be a beast."

After Qing Yange finished speaking, she wanted to retreat from Jiu Que's embrace.

Jiu Que became a little more nervous, he grabbed Qing Yange's body and asked, "Where are you going?"

Qingyan smiled, and said with relief: "I'll go light the lamp, and then I'll find a medicine box to clean up the wound for you."

Jiu Que finally relaxed, he released the restraint on Qing Yange, "Okay."

In the darkness, Qingyange fumbled to find the candle, but she accidentally tripped over again.

Qing Yange said in his heart that it was bad.

Why is she always so sloppy?

"Be careful." Jiu Que quickly discovered Qingyange's situation, and reached out to catch Qingyange, but the distance was too far, so he had to get up and leave the table.

Finally, at the critical moment, he used all his strength to pick up Qingyange, but the force was too strong, causing his body to fall back unconsciously.

With a bang, both of them fell to the ground.

The four eyes are facing each other, and the breathing is so close.

Qing Yange held her breath, staring at Jiu Que's face for a moment.

Jiu Que's eyes are also full of light smoke songs.

The thin lips of the two were getting closer and closer unconsciously.

"Knock knock."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Then Qingyuan's voice sounded, "Princess, are you alright? Why did I hear movement from inside?"

Qing Yange quickly explained: "It's okay, it's okay, I accidentally fell off the bed just now."

Jiu Que woke up immediately, and brought Qing Yan Ge up again.

Withdrew a little distance.

"Then princess, are you injured?" Qing Yuan's tone was a little anxious.

While talking, Qing Yuan made gestures to push open the door.

Seeing that the situation is not good, Qing Yange immediately stopped her and said: "Don't come in, I'm fine, you can go to the side hall to rest, and leave me alone."

Finally, Qing Yuan replied: "Alright then, Princess, please be careful."

Then, I heard Qing Yuan's footsteps that were fading away.

Qing Yange breathed a sigh of relief, and after making sure that Qing Yuan was not outside the door, she fumbled again to find the candle.

This time, she went well, and found the candle in a short while.

Qingyange lit up the entire palace with candlelight.

Then he saw that Jiu Que's delicate face was pale, but a black robe covered the wound on his body.

Qing Yange asked: "Where are you hurt? Show me."

The corner of Jiu Que's mouth hooked slightly, and he began to undress in front of Qing Yange.

I saw that Jiu Que took off his coat in a short while, and then his knuckle fingers climbed onto the inner coat, slowly unbuttoning it like a slow-motion replay.

Soon, Jiu Que's movements came to a sudden stop, and he just pulled the clothes on his chest.

Then he saw the very deep knife wound that was almost close to the chest.

A trickle of blood continued to spread down, and the wound was bloody and bloody.

Near this new wound, there are many old wounds, large and small, and some of them can even see the original scars.

Seeing the situation in front of her, Qing Yange felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if being pricked by ten thousand silver needles.

She covered her mouth and lost her voice, "How could it be..."

Just now, Jiu Que was wearing a black robe and black inner garment, so it was not obvious that he was injured so badly.

And without her knowing it, she hit Jiu Que on the chest several times.

When the outer armor was off, Qingyange couldn't help trembling when she saw the wound. Her fingertips were cold, and she slowly stroked the wound, "Why did you hurt yourself so badly?"

"Hey, it's okay, just bandage it up for me." Jiu Que said softly.

The moment Qing Yange touched the wound, she felt pain all over her body. She quickly walked to the medicine box and began to treat Jiu Que's wound.

While cleaning the wound with ease, she continued to ask: "Why?"

Jiu Que wanted Qing Yange not to think too much, so he said, "It's just that when I was practicing sword—"

"Can't we be honest with each other?" Qing Yange interrupted Jiu Que's words with an unstoppable distress.

Jiu Que sighed slightly, and finally told the truth, "In order to create evidence that Master Shangshu attempted to assassinate him, so that he can be dealt with."

Master Shangshu?

A hypocritical face appeared in Qingyange's mind.

That's right, it's the face of Master Shang Shu. That person is calculating and doesn't look like a good person.

The power of that person should not be underestimated. During this period of time, he seemed to have won over many ministers in the court.

But for some reason, Jiu Que was provoked.

"There are other reasons for wanting to deal with him. Why do you insist on hurting yourself?" Qing Yange asked.

The corners of Jiu Que's mouth were curved, and he caressed Qing Yange's eyebrows and eyes, and wrapped the strands of hair on her forehead behind her ears, and said softly, "Qing Yange, thank you for caring about me."

Qing Yange raised her head suddenly, and met Jiu Que's smiling eyes, she bit her lips, and said sullenly, "Don't hurt yourself so easily in the future, do you understand?"

Jiu Que responded obediently: "Yes."

Qingyange was a little surprised, but she didn't expect Jiuque to be so talkative tonight.

Finally, after Qing Yange finished treating Jiu Que's wound, she clapped her hands and told her, "Don't overwork and don't touch the wound during this time, do you understand?"

Jiu Que nodded, "Yes."

Qingyange got up and put away the medicine box, and slowly put the medicine box back to its original position.

But Jiu Que suddenly asked: "How come you are so proficient in bandaging wounds? Do you often get hurt?"

(End of this chapter)