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Qi Qing'er looked at this back, and the long oblique shadow pulled out behind him was reflected in the tent, which was extremely cold.

This person tilted his head proudly, as if thinking about something, pinned one hand behind his back, clenched his loose fist, and with Qi Qing'er's light cough, he turned around.

He is King Ling, the King Ling who should have appeared in Qi Mansion fifteen years ago to celebrate Qi Qing'er's birthday, but never appeared. That Qi Qing'er waited all morning, and he never waited for King Ling-Gao Junyang.

Qi Qing'er recognized him at a glance, fifteen years have passed, and his appearance has not changed much. Except for the facial lines that have become clearer and deeper, and the facial features are longer than before, the rest have hardly changed.

That is, when a fifteen-year-old boy changes from a man who is still a man, the facial body shape should change.

Slender eyes, slightly uplifted at the end of the eyes, lacquered eyebrows, it seems that his expression is a little fierce, high nose bridge, medium thin lips, although not handsome, but the overall image can be said to be Yushu Lingfeng, a talent.

How did he come, and he broke everyone away.

Qi Qing'er's heart trembled slightly.

In Qi Mansion that year, King Ling went to Qi Mansion to worship Qi Shuai as a teacher, and the time to learn martial arts was the earliest, although it cannot be said that the relationship between Qi Qing'er and King Ling was the closest, but King Ling's understanding of Qi Qing'er and Qi Qing'er's understanding was indeed earlier than other princes.

Did he see through his identity?

At present, Qi Qing'er was already able to get out of bed and walk around, lifted the futon, slowly got up, and slowly bent his knees at the same time as King Ling turned around.

"You don't feel well, you don't need to be polite."

His voice changed, becoming more magnetic, full.

Qi Qing'er stopped bending her knees, kept her head down, stood next to the bed, and gently put her hands together in front of her abdomen.

Lying flat for three days, accompanied by decoction and medicine, Qi Qing'er's complexion cannot be said to be very good, but the snow-white skin is slightly permeated with a trace of redness, and her lips are slightly red, and her spirit is still good.

"Your Highness."

Fifteen years ago, Qi Qing'er had always called the princes by their names, and this sentence, His Highness, Qi Qing'er said a little twisted.

King Ling's lips pursed slightly, and when his faint eyes shot over, Qi Qing'er immediately felt that a basin of cold water had been poured on her face, which made her feel inexplicably chilled.

"I never said I was the king, where did the phrase "girl" come from?"

"Back to Your Highness, the belt around your waist is embroidered with gold silk double dragon play beads, and this dark brown robe, in a radius of hundreds of miles, except for King Ling, who has just returned from the expedition of the Yue Kingdom, no one else dares to have such an outfit."

Qi Qing'er spoke calmly, without much change in expression on her face, and tried her best to show respect for King Ling.

She knew in her heart that it was not enough to win the sympathy of the princess, and it was not easy to follow the royal people and horses and return to Beijing in the same carriage with the princess.

The level of King Ling in front of him is not so easy to grasp.

However, it was King Ling's first question that made Qi Qing'er completely dispel doubts about whether King Ling had recognized his identity.

With Qi Qing'er's understanding of him, if he knew that the woman in front of him was Qi Qing'er, he would not ask her why she called him His Royal Highness, and as for whether he would keep his identity secret for himself, Qi Qing'er didn't dare or wanted to think about it.

All the way back to Beijing, until the case was overturned, Qi Qing'er's identity must be kept secret, and no one can mention it.

King Ling looked at Qi Qing'er's eyebrows and raised his eyebrows, and took a step closer to Qi Qing'er, "It seems that you really know a lot." ”

Qi Qing'er heard the sarcasm in his words, and looked up at King Ling without slowing down.

What is hidden behind these fine eyes, and what kind of changes have he had in the past fifteen years, Qi Qing'er observed cautiously and remained silent.

Suddenly, King Ling raised his voice too high, and almost shouted: "Say, what is the purpose of approaching the princess?" ”

What is the purpose of a good question?

Qi Qing'er suddenly felt the blood rushing to her heart, and her eardrums were buzzing and tingling, stinging like pins and needles, swimming all over her body.

What is her purpose? She wants Zhaoxue, for the countless loyal souls of the Qi family, she wants to return the name of the Qi family, so that those who died can rest in peace and no longer be tortured by humiliation.

She also wants to let the high king also taste the pain of losing her loved ones.

Her purpose is simple, everything stems from her obsession with fairness, fame, and her original intention.

Her purpose is very complicated, she not only wants to use eggs to knock stones, but also knows what to use, and challenges her body and heart again and again.

"Back to Your Majesty, the grass people don't have any purpose, they just happened to meet and blocked a sword for the princess."

Qi Qing'er slowly retracted her eyes and looked at King Ling, and answered with a light and serious answer.

It's just that he has changed, his eyes are full of ruthlessness, full of selfishness, past enthusiasm, and persistence have disappeared.

She looked down and sighed to herself.

"It's really that coincidental encounter? It has only been a few days, and the princess has asked me to stop and camp for you with 50,000 iron horsemen for you. Say, what kind of drug did you pour into the princess to make her value you so much? ”

King Ling waved his long sleeves and paced around Qi Qing'er, the eyes released from his slender eyes were like blades, and he wanted to cut Qi Qing'er's body.

Yes, he is already in his prime, and this is the first time he has led troops to the battle.

Emperor Gao has always loved the prince who has a lot of achievements, and this is the opportunity for King Ling to show himself well, but now because of Qi Qing'er, a grass man who doesn't know where to go, he delays the time to return to Beijing.

even delayed his great opportunity to compete with the crown prince with a reward, how could he not hate.

"Your Highness has misunderstood, I haven't poured any drugs on the princess."

She obviously didn't even have the strength to raise her hand, it was all the decoction that the princess poured into her, where was her turn to pour some medicine into the princess.

King Ling was really angry!

He looked at Qi Qing'er, this woman was indeed weak and unscrupulous, and she didn't look like a scheming person.

After exhaling a breath, he changed his mind and said, "I heard that your surname is Huan Mingyu, where does your family live, do you have relatives?" ”

Qi Qing'er's body shook and said, "My home is in Thorn Prefecture, and my parents are here." ”

"You're fine now, tomorrow. I will send someone to send you home, and as for your grace to save the princess, I will send a generous gift to the door after I return to Beijing. ”

Qi Qingren suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Go home? Which home to go back to? The Qi family has long been extinguished, and now there is still a ruin in the capital. Qi Qing'er mocked herself without secretly mocking.

Her home is in the capital, will King Ling take her back to the capital?!

The tingling sensation eroded every inch of her skin, and her plan to return to Beijing must not be ruined in the hands of King Ling.

At this time, she saw a figure at the roller shutter of the tent, reflecting the light of the torches outside the tent, and Qi Qing'er saw at a glance that it was the pure princess.

Lying on the bed for three days, she observed the pure princess when she was awake.

Qi Qing'er closed her eyes, her whole body fell as if weightless, and she fell to her knees with a bang.

At this time, she could no longer control the physical pain.

Before King Ling could react, Qi Qing'er had already begun to cry as hard as she could: "I beg His Royal Highness King Ling, don't drive me away, my father wants to force me to marry a person who is over the age of sixteen and has leg disease as a concubine, I met the princess in the dense forest in order to escape from marriage." I beg you, Your Highness, if you send me back, my father will tie me up again......"

Before Qi Qing'er's cry was finished, the figure of Princess Pure had already come to Qi Qing'er, and glared at King Ling with hatred.

ps: Ji Zi is here to thank Gu Shengge, the red envelope reward of the sheep breed, thank you for your support!