A few more skimmes, Qi Qing'er was taken back to the Four Corners Pavilion by Yan Song. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yan Song wrapped one hand around Qi Qing'er's waist, unwilling to let go.

The triangular eyes looked at King Qi coldly.

Qi Qing'er struggled for a moment and asked Yan Song to let her down. Pushing Yan Song's chest, he stared at King Qi with both eyes, his heart trembled slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Yan Song, let me down." ”

Half paid, Yan Song listened to Qi Qing'er's words into his ears.

Slowly put Qi Qing'er down.

Qi Qing'er, who landed on the ground, felt that her feet were a little frivolous, and she was so numb that she was unconscious.

She slowly raised her apricot eyes to look at King Qi.

This look made her heart pinch together again, and her head tightened.

King Qi, he is bleeding.

The dark gray placket of his chest was soaked with bright red blood, and under such cold air, his chest was dark and black, and the blood seemed to have congealed, but the punctured clothes were still slowly seeping out with red liquid.

Her eyes raced across King Qi's chest.

"Yan Song, go back, don't come to this capital in the future." She tried to speak as calmly as possible, without moving her emotions.

In the four-cornered pavilion, King Qi and Yan Song had a dispute.

She thought that Yan Song just slapped King Qi with his vitality, but she didn't expect him to really hurt King Qi.

What a crime to assassinate a royal family member with a sword.

At this time, she could only pretend not to see the wound on King Qi's chest and let Yan Song leave immediately.

King Qi stood in the wind, not feeling the slightest wound by the sword.

It seemed like the wound on his chest was like a mosquito bite.

Half-squinting peach blossom eyes are bottomless.

Zhu Wan on the side also retreated to a corner of the quadrangular pavilion, and stood with her hands together in front of her abdomen.

The two of them didn't seem to think that it was unreasonable for Qi Qing'er to let Yan Song leave immediately, but they just stood quietly like this, but it made Qi Qing'er's heart furious.

She suddenly felt that King Qi had known that she would come back.

The expression on Qi Qing'er's face immediately became serious.

Yan Song naturally couldn't accept Qi Qing'er's statement that "this capital will not come again in the future", this was not the agreement between them before.

He tilted his head to look at Qi Qing'er, but saw her unusually serious expression.

The heart is a little tight.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the quadrangular pavilion was very anxious.

He cleared his throat, and at this time he didn't want to add fuel to her fire, so he put away his always favorite to go against the grain.

He stood with his hands in his hands, his sleeves filled with cold wind.

He deliberately looked at Qing'er with a relaxed face, and said, "It's okay if you want me to go back now, it's just this capital, in the future, I will definitely come back again!" ”

With that, the afterglow swept over King Qi, then swept away and disappeared into the four-corner pavilion.

Only left a trace of the grass breath that he had since he was a child around Qi Qing'er.

It wasn't until Yan Song's figure completely disappeared that Qi Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief.

When she raised her eyelids to face King Qi again, she had to close the focus of her gaze, and at some point King Qi had already stood in front of her, and the distance was only a fraction of a second.

What came to his face was the smell of sandalwood, blood, and cold and snow on King Qi's body.

He lowered his peach blossom eyes, swept between Qi Qing'er's apricot eyes, and opened his thin lips lightly, "This kind of snow day will do all kinds of harm to the cold poison on your body, but not any good." His voice was extremely slow, and then he stretched out his hand and continued, "I'll take you home." ”

His voice was so good, as if nothing had happened to him.

Qi Qing'er looked at King Qi's palm.

The palm with a scar the size of a soybean.

She hesitated slightly, raised her hand and put it between King Qi's palms, and a warm heat came, instantly melting a heavy snow.

Her heart was in turmoil at this time.

In front of King Qi, she forgot what rejection was.

Zhu Wan called the carriage, not the one when Qi Qing'er came, but another one. The exterior decoration is extremely simple, and the colors are monotonous, not unlike the carriages of ordinary merchants. Inside, however, it is fully equipped and very spacious and luxurious.

Qi Qing'er, with the help of King Qi, got into the carriage.

After King Qi explained a few words to the coachman, he said something to Zhu Wan, and Fang Plunder got into the carriage.

Qi Qing'er, who got into the carriage, decisively chose the seat closest to the stove and sat down.

Rub your slender fingers together to keep warm.

King Qi stepped into the carriage, saw it snuggled next to the stove, took the hand stove placed on the long seat, opened it, personally added a new charcoal fire, and then wrapped it in his own hand towel and put it in front of Qi Qing'er.

Qi Qing'er looked stunned for a moment, and a reluctant expression flashed on her face.

But soon disappeared.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness King Qi." She took the hand stove and said.

King Qi listened to these unfamiliar words with a sense of distance, and sat opposite Qi Qing'er around the stove.

"Give me your wrist." The voice was soft, and King Qi stretched out his hand as he spoke.

Looking at his appearance, he should be giving her vitality.

She returned to the house in her current state, even if the princess did not find out that she had left the house, but just looking at the look on her face would inevitably make the princess wonder if she had been out of the house.

Qi Qing'er looked down at the charcoal fire.

She understood what King Qi meant.

She took the cloak from her shoulders, but she didn't mean to stretch out her hand.

Half paid, she said: "Your Highness's injured ......"

"No problem." King Qi replied quickly and decisively.

"But His Royal Highness's bloody clothes ......" When you go back to King Qi's mansion like this, there will always be people in the mansion who will see it, and it will inevitably be spread out, King Qi suffered a sword wound, which attracted unnecessary attention.

She thinks about King Qi, after all, she will conspire with him in the future.

The staff of the other princes in the capital are all people who know the subtleties and have insidious methods.

She didn't want Yan Song to be threatened in any way because of this.

King Qi's eyes reflected the red light of charcoal, he nodded, and glanced at the blood stains on his chest, "I changed it before entering Beijing." ”

As if he was talking about common words, the picturesque handsome face could not be seen to be full of points.

Qi Qing'er wrapped her hand around the stove, and when the words reached her throat, she wanted to swallow it, but she couldn't hold back, she said: "Isn't Your Highness curious about Yan Song, don't you hate him for stabbing a sword?" ”

"He is kind to you, and he has no intention of stabbing me, so why hold a grudge!"

King Qi got up after saying that, lifted the curtain and said something to Zhuwan outside, and then sat back again.

After hearing this, Qi Qing'er froze for a while.

Yan Song wrote his jealousy and his liking on his face.

But King Qi locked all this firmly in his heart.

She looked at the charcoal fire, and seemed to be a little disappointed in her heart, King Qi didn't care about her in the past fifteen years, and he wasn't even curious about how she knew a chivalrous man like Yan Song.

The two of them looked at the charcoal fire in unison and were silent for a moment.

Zhu Wan took in a set of clean and tidy robes and handed them to King Qi.

"Your Highness, this is the robe you wanted, as well as the sword wound ointment."

"Well, go down." King Qi took the two things and motioned for Zhu Wan to retreat.

Qi Qing'er looked at the plaster in King Qi's hand, and suddenly blushed and heartbeat.

At the moment, King Qi has nowhere else to change his clothes.

Only in this warm carriage, in front of her Qi Qing'er.

King Qi slowly put the object aside, and then began to untie his robe.

The blood had congealed on the prickly placket of his garment, so much so that when he took off the outermost layer, he could hear the sound of the two layers of cloth being torn apart.

A faint smell of blood began to spread through the carriage.

Qi Qing'er lowered her head as much as she could.

No matter how dissatisfied the person in front of her is, she holds a grudge, and even thinks that he is a fancy person who loves to raise fans.

But he is the king of Qi in the end.

The handsome brother she called when she was a child.

King Qi threw the outermost layer of robe he had taken off on the floor and continued to the next one.

The wound was not large, but because the thick blood stuck the wound to the placket of his clothes, King Qi had to be careful not to bleed again.

He inadvertently looked up at Qi Qing'er.

But I saw her burying her head very low, her hands tightly around the hand stove, as if she didn't know where to look. (To be continued.) )