The red dress fell heavily to the ground.
For a long time, I didn't get up.
However...
At this time, no one noticed that side.
When the strength in the waist and the sandalwood in the breath linger around the whole body.
Ye Qing's eyes were full, and only the face that was close at hand... like a god, was dignified and elegant.
"Ah Xuan..."
Ye Qingluo called softly.
The man's eyes are as deep as ink, and what is reflected is the girl's charming face.
The moment the two looked at each other, it was as if only the two of them were left in the world.
until—
"Emperor, Lord Emperor, you are..."
The feminine voice came from the side.
Break the tenderness of a room.
Ye Qingluo looked sideways and looked towards the open door.
Then I saw the woman in white, coming lightly.
The cool wind is blowing.
Roll up the woman's skirt, like a blooming white lotus, lonely and noble.
It's that... a woman named Qing Ge.
The scene was once unbelievable.
Nested in Emperor Moxuan's arms.
Ye Qingluo was still thinking, and made up a big drama in his mind——
Does this count...
Husband and "cheater", caught on the spot... She and Chu Wuxin, the "cheater"
It seems... the relationship is a bit complicated
From above his head, Di Moxuan's hoarse voice floated down: "What are you thinking?"
He didn't even look at Qing Ge from the corner of his eye.
He watched Ye Qingluo intently.
He also clearly saw various strange expressions appearing on the girl's face.
Just a glance.
Then he knew that his girl was wandering again.
Ye Qingluo seemed to have been caught, her cheeks flushed suddenly, and she coughed violently: "It's nothing...it's nothing!"
Di Moxuan snorted lightly, and pinched her face with his slender fingers: "Don't let me think about it."
"Then do you have any random thoughts?" Ye Qingluo's long and narrow eyes were curved, and there was some cunning and playfulness in his eyes.
There is no grievance between the two of them.
The man in red who was lying on the ground stood up unsteadily.
Blood gushed out of his chest.
The corners of her lips were also bright red.
However, he was still smiling.
The arc drawn by the thin lips is clear and cold.
That smile is shocking.
The scene in front of me is so tender... It can hardly tolerate anyone.
As if mocking him...
everything he does.
It's all just a joke.
He couldn't get in at all.
Obviously, he already knew about this.
But... the heart still hurts.
Chu Wuxin lowered her eyes, staring at the blood oozing from her chest.
The feeling of the blade piercing into the chest seemed to be still in the body.
But here's the pain.
Less than half of the heart.
Perhaps it was because his gaze was too deep.
The man who looked at the girl intently and affectionately with downcast eyes suddenly raised his head...
Faintly, casually, that kind of disdain for the noble...a glance at Chu Wuxin.
The magnificent thin lips curled up slightly with a hint of sarcasm.
Then, his hand followed the girl's face, slid down, and grabbed her wrist.
The bony fingers moved slightly.
The bloody feather fan held in the girl's hand fell into the man's hand.
"Dirty, let me clean it up for you."
The man's voice is not very soft.
In a quiet and empty room, it is extremely clear and pleasant to the ears.
It can also echo.
It's just like…
It's normal to say it deliberately to someone.
The Flame Devouring Fan, which was stained with Chu Wuxin's blood, was put away by Di Moxuan.
"Chu Wuxin..."
Ye Qingluo seemed to be recalling... that Chu Wuxin who was stabbed by her was slapped by Di Moxuan who suddenly appeared...