Rong Ji held his breath and looked at me steadily. He was rarely so serious, and it made me a little flustered.

"Hmm, why don't you speak?" he said, with a thin calloused fingertip skimming over my cheek, slightly painful.

Ink Dust does have a place in my heart, and he is more like a meticulous brother to me. And the taboo is unique from beginning to end. But now he is threatening me with the lives of 300,000 Beili soldiers, even if it is just casually, I still care very much.

"I have lost three souls and six souls, and my lust is much weaker than ordinary people. I raised my eyebrows slightly, my face was displeased, but I didn't want to quarrel with him, so my tone was quite soft.

I thought that Rong Ji would be furious, but unexpectedly, he just let go of his hand and walked away gloomily.

"Get out of the way!" a neutral voice came from behind him.

In the capital of Beili, someone dares to shout in front of me?

I frowned, turned my head curiously, and met the huge horse's face unexpectedly.

In the next moment, I was hit hard by the horse's nose, and the whole person was knocked to the ground by it, although I was not injured, but the high bun of hair was quietly scattered, and three thousand green silk were draped over my shoulders, very embarrassed.

"Phew!" the man on the horse tightened his reins before looking at me who had fallen to the ground.

Feeling frustrated, I grabbed my black hair in one hand and tied it back up.

"No man, no woman!" he shook off the four words indifferently, and rode away.

Rong Ji turned his head and looked at me with a gray face, his throat moving slightly.

I also looked at Rong Ji, who looked lonely, and was about to tell him that he had a very important place in my heart.

But he was one step ahead of me, turned and walked away quickly.

"Wang, is there a big problem?" Qinglong quickly caught up, anxiously circling around me, and asked with concern.

"No problem. I replied, swallowing the words I had just blurted out, but my heart was very unhappy.

Qinglong suddenly dragged my arm, looked at the abrasions on my palms, and exclaimed, "Wang, your palms are all scratched!"

"It's just a small injury. I said lightly, subconsciously tilting my head and staring at Rong Ji's back.

Qinglong's voice was so loud, he must have heard it. But what made me even more depressed was that when he learned that I was injured, he remained indifferent.

"Wang, what's wrong?" Qinglong asked cautiously as he looked at my sinking complexion.

Distraught and unanswered, Edgeworth fled the hustle and bustle of the city, and returned to the Beili Palace in the blink of an eye.

On the case, the folds are piled up like a mountain.

I tried my best to calm my mind and read the folds with deep eyes. After an hour or two, I found that the folds in my hands seemed to be stunned, densely packed, and full of taboos.

"Damn! why is it all about him!" I muttered to myself, frustrating myself as I threw the fold to the ground.

But after a while, I picked it up again and unconsciously crossed his name.

Knock Knock Knock –

Outside the imperial study, a hurried knock sounded on the door.

I stood up with a "slam" and threw the fold in my hand to the paper basket, already thinking about how to explain it to Rong Ji in my mind.

But to my great disappointment, the people outside the door were not jealous, but frosty.

"Wang, I heard that you were attacked outside the palace today?" Qingshuang walked towards me Yingying and asked in a warm voice.

I sat back in my seat, staring at the table in a daze.

Qingshuang sprinkled a layer of light medicinal powder on my palm, and said casually, "Today, there are really a lot of strange things in Beili Capital!"

"What else?" I turned my head and glanced at the small porcelain vase in Qingshuang's hand, wondering in my heart.

I've only seen this small porcelain vase at Rongji before, how can I have a clear frost?

"I heard that there was a reckless man who collided with the king of Donglin and was violently beaten by the king of Donglin, and now he is still hanging at the gate of the city, exposed to the sun!"

I slapped my palm on the desk, and said indignantly, "It depends on the owner to beat the dog, he is so arrogant in my Beili!"

"Wang, your palm hurts!" Qingshuang tugged at my arm again and again, checking the palm of my freshly medicated palm.

"Such a small injury is not enough to worry about!" I looked at the red palm, but I didn't feel the slightest pain, so I didn't want to waste my energy to heal my wounds.

Qingshuang sighed and persuaded me leisurely, "I can't get along with anyone, and I can't get along with my body." ”

I've always been very sorry for my life, and I rarely can't get along with myself, and if it weren't for tolerance, how could I be so sulking!

Thinking of this, I immediately picked up the fold in the paper basket and threw it to the ground, stepping on it with one foot, and repeatedly crushing the ink on it.

Qingshuang squatted down and stared intently at my feet, "Wang, what is written on the fold that makes you so angry?"

"You go out first, I want to be quiet!"

Qingshuang saw the dense small characters on the fold, covered his lips and smiled, "Is the king angry with the king of Donglin?" It is reported that he entered the Yaxiang Pavilion alone and drank alcohol. ”

Don't want to drink stuffy alcohol?

The amount of alcohol is as bad as him, he can't even smell the smell of alcohol, who gives him the confidence to dare to go alone to drink and buy drunk!

I couldn't hold back any longer, so I got up and walked out of the study.

"King, where are you going?" Qingshuang asked knowingly, teasingly.

I naturally didn't want to admit that I was worried about tolerance, so I hurried to Yaxiang Pavilion, so I made an excuse at random, "If the king of Donglin is in danger in Beili, the matter is big, and it is very easy to cause contradictions between the two countries. This king is going to get him back and see what he wants to do!"

Finding the way has always been my shortcoming, but because I was very worried and jealous in my heart, I still had the cheekiness to ask more than a dozen people along the way, and then I found Yaxiangge.

I took a deep breath, held the Haohai folding fan in one hand, stepped into the Yaxiang Pavilion, and walked straight towards the toast of Rong Ji.

He sat on a very conspicuous seat in the doorway, his expression gloomy, with a hint of melancholy between his eyebrows, which distinguished him from his usual cold and arrogant attitude.

And beside him, there were already several girls with graceful postures and good looks.

They all leaned towards Rong Ji happily, their eyes shining with wolf light, showing that they were bound to win.

In a fit of rage, I slammed my palm on the table and yelled at the woman beside him, "Get out!"

The girls, who were very discerning, saw that I was angry, and quietly got up and fled in all directions.

Rong Ji frowned slightly, slowly raised his head, and met my fiery eyes, "Since you never took me to heart, why be angry?"

I snatched the glass from his hand and was so angry that I wanted to throw the wine on him, but I didn't want to exacerbate the conflict between me and him, so I had to give up.

Rong Ji's hands were empty, and he grabbed my wrist back, and his arrogance weakened when he looked at my red palm.

"I really can't help you!" Rong Ji sighed, gently brushing the wound in my palm, looking focused and serious.