Just when Liyan's lips and Qingli's lips were only a piece of tissue paper away, Qingli's hand was raised violently and pushed away from Liyan.

The piercing coldness in Qingli's eyes poured out.

She used coldness to cover up her wavering, and a voice in her heart was saying, listen to his explanation, and ask him why the man from the Southern Tobacco Country would go back unharmed!

It may be that the clamor was so loud that it affected Qingli's mood and exploded a spark in her brain.

The little red tongue in Qingli's magnificent lips seemed to be unbearable and lonely, and ran out uncontrollably.

The pain hidden in the bottom of my heart was finally said by the clear sandalwood mouth.

Li Yan was stunned for a moment, and in an instant he was overjoyed, and his Li Er finally spoke to him.

His knotted brow was soothed with his master's joy.

Liyan's neck was stretched straight, and his hands and feet seemed to be waving together.

He said eagerly: "I let the man from the Southern Tobacco Country go, just because I couldn't get useful information from him, I couldn't get the answer we wanted, I just did it to hit with one blow." ”

A very low voice overflowed from Qingli's throat: "Okay." ”

The moss surged up from the bottom of Qingli's heart to her throat, dyeing the pale pink in Qingli's mouth into a hunting red, and even the white teeth did not pity her at all.

But there was nothing on Qingli's face, even though the red had already taken over her mouth, but the burning liquid did not flow out at all.

Qingli didn't know whether to believe it or look down on it, her eyes were even clearer.

There was a slight shake in her body. Her legs struggled to straighten.

Her back struggled not to bend.

Death is like a child who eats candy, and that simple smile really doesn't fit his character.

Li's arm was raised and lowered. It seemed to be grasping something, but it was a little incredulous.

He said cautiously, "Li'er, have you forgiven me?

Qing Li didn't say a word.

What Qing Li thinks, Qing Li himself doesn't know. Qingli can clearly feel that her life is coming to an end, and her plan is going to be advanced!

Qing Li glanced at the funeral, and there was a lot in his eyes. The clear blue embroidered shoes can finally move freely.

Qingli slowly turned around. Qingli lifted her arm with difficulty, and the snowy hand laboriously opened the door.

The sunlight doesn't care whether the clear eyes can withstand it.

Shot directly at Qing Li, Qing Li's eyes were slightly small. The hand moved, but it was put down.

After Qing Li got used to it for a while, he walked out with his legs raised.

The glowing back and the black shadow walked together, which made Qingli seem not so lonely.

Liwu also followed closely. He had never been very talkative, but he kept chirping in Qingli's ears like that bird.

But Qingli didn't wave him away, and the same Qingli didn't have the slightest intention of answering.

Just as the death did not exist, Qingli walked by herself as before.

Qingli walked to the court, and she wanted to say goodbye to her grandfather and return to the palace.

Qingli didn't know how long her body could be disguised, she just felt that she was getting weaker and weaker.

Qingli's voice just started, and he didn't have time to finish speaking.

Qingli's maternal grandfather, Prime Minister said with a smile: "You're done talking." He coughed slightly.

Then he said: "It's noon now, Xiao Li'er will have a meal with her grandfather!"

Qingli's mind went blank for a moment, and she couldn't refuse her gray-haired grandfather.

But if she eats here, it will inevitably be with Liyan, Qingli is not ready.

Qingli herself didn't know what she was thinking, she didn't dare to believe it, but his explanation made her slightly moved.

Qing Li moved his steps slightly, frowning, and there was silence.

The silence was so embarrassing that Qingli's grandfather glanced at Qingli lovingly.

Qing Li finally closed her eyes as if she couldn't resist, and her red lips spit out an answer that satisfied everyone, but she was the only one who suffered.