In the end, Gao Jingwen entered the Qi Wangfu under the guidance of Jian Feng. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qi Qing'er leaned back against the carriage, and on her lips was King Qi's cold and scorching breathing.

See you again after fifteen years, no, it should be said that it has been sixteen years, the year-end feast is over, and the people who keep the New Year have also fallen asleep.

Time flies, and now it is sixteen years of time.

The cold moon gently shrouded Qi Qing'er's long eyelashes, each of which trembled slightly.

Sixteen years ago, she watched her father's head fall to the ground, and she was afraid. She watched her mother no longer wake up, and she was afraid. She watched the matchmaker snatch her token, and she was afraid.

However, the fear and fear back then seemed to be just fear and fear.

The fear that comes from the heart of a young girl.

But now, there are countless unspeakable things hidden in this fear.

Qi Qing'er took a deep breath of cold air, "Your Highness, can you take me into the mansion?" ”

The poison did not attack, and the aromatherapy poison such as ecstasy incense had already receded from Qi Qing'er's body, but she was unsteady on her feet, as if something was constantly shaking in her body, and everything in front of her was constantly shaking.

Then, silently, she was picked up horizontally.

Just like when she came to King Qi's mansion for the first time after she returned to Beijing, King Qi also picked her up without warning.

Then he took a long step and walked towards the door.

If there is an afterlife where you are not the king, maybe I will let go and love you at all costs.

At that time, you didn't have a father who could give a killing order, and I didn't have the honor and disgrace of several generations of passionate and loyal souls.

At that time, maybe we can last forever.

It's just that in the next life, can I meet you again?

Qi Qing'er rested her head on King Qi's chest and gently closed her eyes. In my ears was King Qi's heartbeat, long and slow, as if I was in another world.

King Qi strode into his study with Qi Qing'er in his arms.

This study next to the main hall of King Qi's Mansion is the place where he has spent the longest time in the past sixteen years.

It is full of all kinds of classics and scrolls.

It was filled with the perennial sandalwood on King Qi's body, and it radiated from every corner in a twist and turn.

Qi Qing'er was placed on a warm couch.

King Qi's study never used a stove, and the whole room was maintained by the warmth from this warm couch. In such a season of deep winter, the shadow of spring has not yet been seen.

His study was shallow.

Qi Qing'er sat down and looked at the bookcase with a lot of books stacked on the side.

King Qi's deep breath was like waves of electricity, beating her heart, and she didn't know what kind of eyes to look at him.

"Why, why do you do this?"

After a long time, the white figure next to him finally spoke.

Why? Qi Qing'er herself couldn't say why, she couldn't fully consider it in a hurry? Drinking that cup of poisoned wine undoubtedly put an end to her own life.

Even if King Qi could help her give Qi Mansion Zhaoxue, she would not see the day when Qi Mansion Zhong's soul was relieved.

She went to great lengths to return to Beijing, was it just to die?

Qi Qing'er listened to King Qi's trembling voice, she was panicked like she had never been.

"I have no choice," Qi Qing'er said this sentence bluntly, and there seemed to be no trace ......of emotion.

King Qi walked a few steps weakly in the study with his long legs, and he propped himself on the desk with one hand.

Qi Qing'er in front of him made him feel so far away.

It seems that a little closer and she will disappear.

"No choice?" He repeated the words, his tone full of helplessness, disappointment and fear in his heart. Half-paid, he continued: "You can choose to trust me! Qing'er, didn't you think to believe me all along? ”

yes, did she think about it?

Qi Qing'er lowered her eyes speechlessly, and her heart was throbbing slightly.

She twisted her head to the side, avoiding King Qi on the side, and all the aura on his body.

However, as soon as she turned her head, a red, cold, hard light pierced her eyes. A sword hung on the wall a few meters apart.

Qingyun Sword!

It's here at King Qi.

She always thought that she had lost it, and this relic left by her father had always been with King Qi.

The memories were instantly pulled back to the day when Qi Mansion was beheaded.

That day, the young King Qi was flying on the martial arts arena of the Qi Mansion with the Qingyun Sword, which was so that people couldn't forget it at a glance.

Now, there are people, and so are the swords.

But it is no longer the situation of youth.

Before she could find out for herself, she had already gotten up and walked to the wall, raising her hand to stroke the Qingyun Sword, which smelled of her father.

"If I hadn't drunk that cup of poisoned wine, would His Highness rather drink Jingwen, and it was Jingwen who was about to die?" Qi Qing'er turned her back to King Qi, and there was an extremely hidden emotion in her voice.

Behind him, there was no sound.

It was as dead as if there would never be a day.

"Take it down and kill me!"

The sound was muddy, as if it was coming from the other side of time.

King Qi's upper body was slightly bent, and it seemed that a certain part of his chest was very painful, so painful that he couldn't straighten up.

Gao Jingwen is his relative, and no matter how cold-blooded he is, he doesn't want to see Gao Jingwen die.

But if he wants to admit and see clearly, it was Qi Qing'er who drank the incurable poison, and he was even more unwilling.

Tears could not be seen in the corners of Peach Blossom's eyes, but there were crystal tears.

She lost his promise, but he didn't.

From the moment he made the promise, he never thought of throwing it away.

Life and death are broad, and Zicheng said.

She chose death, and he had no reason to follow.

Qi Qing'er's hand on the Qingyun Sword froze completely. She didn't dare to look back, because she could clearly feel that King Qi was behind her, within easy reach.

Sandalwood originally represented calm, clear talk, and harmony.

However, at this time, the sandalwood in the entire study was filled with a very inconsistent restlessness on the verge of death.

Suddenly, she took off the Qingyun Sword and withdrew from the scabbard, the fiery red sword body clearly reflected golden lines, like veins in the blood, overlapping and intertwined.

Qi Qing'er's eyes were shrouded in light reflected from the sword's body.

Unspeakable despair flowed clearly from the beautiful apricot eyes.

She asked herself in her heart, why did she want to go back to Beijing, why she knew everything about King Qi, and why her hatred for him was always incomplete, and she had to be pushed to the bottom of the sea by the word love.

King Qi, King Qi.

If there is an afterlife, will you love me again?

Qi Qing'er's slender fingers clenched on the hilt of the sword, revealing pale bone joints.

She quickly turned around and put the head of her sword against King Qi's chest, "Kill you!" This idea started when I was exiled from the capital, and for sixteen years, one thing I have always wanted to do! ”

She struggled to restrain her trembling arms.

Try to hide all the emotions on her face, because she can't do it now, just hate him, and since she can't do hate, then don't have any emotions.

King Qi's chest rested on the head of the sword, and he didn't move.

He coldly lowered his head and glanced at the Qingyun Sword, the head of which did not pierce his heart. Suddenly, he jerked up a hand and held it on the Qingyun Sword, and then moved the position of the sword head until it was impartially against his throbbing chest.

The place of the heart.

"If you're going to kill me, then please be professional, okay? It's better to kill me with a sword, so I can die a little more simply......"

King Qi's eyes were oozing with cold light.

If it is said that in the past sixteen years, he has saved his life for one person, just to wait for the news of the other party for a breath. Then the news came, but he left by mistake, and he would rather not even take this breath.

Take the country, without her, what's the point. (To be continued.) )