The door of the palace "creaked", Zhou Yingying came back to her senses, looked at the lonely door, and knew in her heart. Ten fingers raised, let this wisp sway with the wind, with a smile on his face, with a cold moon screen, he walked towards the hall.

In the huge Yaoguang Palace, everywhere you look, there is a color of green.

The withered and ruined chrysanthemums, the rotten and green oranges, the creeping moss, the luminous glow shattered to the ground, and the cracked silks that floated in the air.

Leng Yueping calmly walked through this decaying vitality, and the layers of faint and fluttering blue yarn faded, revealing the light dust sitting at the head of the bed with the spiritual position. She stood calmly in the midst of the green wilderness, dressed in a pigmented garment, her long white hair hanging down from her shoulders, like a snowflake, quietly blooming.

Leng Yueping stopped nine feet away from the light dust, gave a slight salute, and called with a smile: "Sister! ”

Hu Qingchen slowly raised his eyes, looked at that face with cold eyes, and his voice was as cold as snow: "Leng Yueping, let's talk about a deal, how about it?" ”

"Deal?" Leng Yueping was slightly stunned, and then, she covered her mouth and laughed uncontrollably, "Hehehe...... Hehehe......"

Xun Qingchen looked at Leng Yueping's trembling appearance steadily, without anger or shame, just looking at it without blinking.

Leng Yueping stopped laughing slightly, tilted her head and stared at Hu Qingchen: "Sister, why do you think you are qualified to talk to me?" ”

Leng Yueping's hand pointed in the room and sneered, "Is it based on these rags, or on the rotten piece of wood in your hand?" Hehehe......"

"By ...... Murong Qian's heart! ”

"Won't you be too self-righteous?" Leng Yueping couldn't help frowning when she heard this, and said with a slight anger, "Brother Murong's heart has long belonged to me, and what he loves now is me!" ”

"Oh, really?" Hu Qingchen slowly got up and walked towards Leng Yueping, "Then why does he still love this face?" Why is the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty still me? A's mind, I think you know better than me. Otherwise, you wouldn't have tried in every possible way to cultivate into my face. ”

"However, it is easy to paint the skin, but it is difficult to draw the soul." The light in his eyes shot through the ice pupils of Leng Yueping, "Leng Yueping, you are just my shadow!" ”

"It's easy to paint a good skin, but it's hard to paint a soul!" Leng Yueping took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the chin of the light dust. Her index finger lightly tapped the soul mole on Hun Qingchen's face, "Hun Qingchen, I'm a shadow?" Do you think you're not? Let me tell you, the person who Murong Qian's heart cares about is Emperor E, my compatriot sister - Emperor E, the god of water! It's never been you, the fake Zhou Ehuang! ”

Leng Yueping's hand pushed out disdainfully: "You just rely on a trace of her remnant soul to be favored, is there anything to show off?" ”

Xun Qingchen's eyebrows trembled, and in shock, where could he withstand the external force of this push, his body was unstable, and he fell to the ground. Emperor E, the god of water, is Emperor E, not Emperor Zhou.

"Oh, you don't know yet!" Leng Yueping looked at Hun Qingchen's stunned expression, and smiled on her lips, "Murong Qian's previous life was the ancient emperor - Shun, and he married Emperor E!" ”

Xun Qingchen's heart sank, is it all true? Murong Qian's joking words are all true! However, his sincere confessions have all turned into jokes at this moment, imprisoning her for a lifetime of jokes!