He clearly remembered how Mingyue fell into his arms with blood from the corners of her mouth.

He clearly remembered how Mingyue's warm hand on his cheek froze off the temperature little by little.

Someone who is already dead!

How......

But if she was Zhou Qing, a girl from the countryside, even if she lived in Qinghe County for a while, she would never be able to see someone of his status and remain so calm.

It is even more impossible to say such a thing!

Zhou Qing wiped his tears and secretly watched the reaction of the prince of Ning Wangfu's family.

If the enemy does not move, I will move chaotically, and it is a great plan to disrupt the enemy!

Adhering to the principle of doing things, Zhou Qing continued to play the role of a monster.

"Since you haven't looked for me for so long, why did you take me back now!"

The prince of Ning Wangfu's expression was stunned, his breath was stagnant, he looked at Zhou Qing, was silent for a while, and suddenly leaned forward and clamped Zhou Qing's neck.

"Who the hell are you?"

His cheeks approached Zhou Qing, and there was a hideous light in his eyes.

Zhou Qing made him almost out of breath, and stretched out his hand to pull the prince of Ning Wangfu desperately.

"You madman, let me go, I'm already dead once, what's the matter, do you have to send me on my way again?"

The prince of Ning Wangfu suddenly seemed to let the fire burn his hands, and the brush was released.

Panting, he got up and took a few steps back.

He was like a ghost, frightened, stunned, suspicious, unbelieving, all kinds of emotions were intertwined, staring at Zhou Qing with a pale face.

Zhou Qing evened out his breath and looked up at him.

"I've died once, haven't I?"

The prince of Ning Wangfu staggered back half a step.

"You still want me to die again, don't you?" Zhou Qing looked at him aggressively.

"No, it's not." The prince of Ning Wangfu blurted out, he shook his head quickly, "How could I let you die." ”

At this moment, he couldn't even tell whether the person in front of him was his Mingyue or someone else.

In fact, in the eyes of others, Zhou Qing and Shen Mingyue are only seven points similar, but no matter how similar they are, they can be distinguished, this is not the same person.

After all, there is a difference in age.

It's a pity that the demons in the heart of the prince of Ning Wangfu disturbed his mind.

"How could I be willing to let you die!"

Zhou Qing turned his head to look at him, in that cold, mocking and sarcastic tone, "Oh, is it? So you can't bear to let me die? So who did I block the knife for? Why was I declared dead before I could breathe! ”

Bang!

The prince of Ning Wangfu staggered back a few steps in a row, and suddenly knocked over the vase behind him.

The vase fell to the ground, shattering a piece of porcelain.

He gasped for breath, leaning against the table behind him, and shook his head incessantly, "No, no, you're dead, you're dead." ”

Zhou Qing said: "Since I am already dead in your heart, what are you doing arresting me now?" Catch a dead man to play? ”

That kind of questioning is loud and reasonable.

The prince of Ning Wangfu has been obsessed with Shen Mingyue for so long, he has been guilty for so long, and he has been stimulated by Zhou Qing like this, how can he withstand it.

He staggered and stood there with a pale face, the corners of his mouth twitching, his mouth trembling a few times, and finally his throat swelled, and a mouthful of blood spurted up.

It was dark in front of him, and the whole person fell straight to the ground.

Bang!

He fell on the broken porcelain in front of him.

Face down.

Zhou Qing......

The corner of his eye twitched, and he gasped, "Tsk, it hurts!" This has to be out of shape. ”

The porcelain pieces were embedded in the skin on the face, and blood quickly flowed out.

There was such a loud noise in the room, and no one outside came in to take a look.

Zhou Qing looked at the prince of Ning Wangfu who fell to the ground and frowned.

Conventionally, the villain dies from talking too much, and the protagonist's ordeal stems from the fact that the villain always doesn't die.

When the villain dies, the female protagonist and the male protagonist can live happily ever after.

If she took advantage of the coma of Ning Wangfu to kill him directly, would there not be so many things!

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Not without reason!

Thinking together, Zhou Qing immediately turned over and got out of bed.

She hadn't eaten for many days, she was a little dizzy, her hands were soft, she poured a cup of hot tea and drank it, rubbed her hands and picked up a sharp porcelain piece on the ground, and walked towards the prince of Ning Wangfu.

Is killing horrific? Terror!

But this man is alive, and it is even more terrifying!

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Qing, who had killed for the first time, tried his best to restrain his trembling hands, and reached out to turn his face down to the prince of Ning Wangfu.

With one blow, she can only choose her throat.

However......

At the moment when Zhou Qing turned the prince of Ning Wangfu over, before she could start, the prince of Ning Wangfu suddenly opened his eyes.

The sharp and dark light under his eyes shone directly at Zhou Qing.

was so frightened that Zhou Qing pounced on a fart and sat directly on the ground.

"Mom!"

The stinging pain on his face made the prince of Ning Wangfu bare his teeth and take a breath of cold air, he turned over, glanced at the broken porcelain on the ground, and looked at Zhou Qing, "What are you doing?" ”

Zhou Qing looked at the porcelain face in front of him.

Burst......

How I kind of want to laugh!

Hold on!

As soon as he clenched his fist, the porcelain piece in his hand immediately hurt his palm, and Zhou Qing's tears fell.

"I saw you fainted, come and help you."

The prince of Ning Wangfu glanced at Zhou Qing suspiciously, "Who are you?" ”

When he woke up from a coma and calmed down at the moment, he could recognize that this person was not Mingyue at all.

It's just a little similar.

But with these similarities, it disturbed his mind.

Thinking of this, the prince of Ning Wangfu's face was very bad.

Feeling the murderous aura on the other side, Zhou Qing raised his hand and pointed at his face, "That, do you want to deal with it first, if you delay, you will have a scar." ”

The prince of Ning Wangfu was stunned for a moment, and then raised his hand to touch his face.

When I touched it, I felt a piece of hardness, and I buckled it hard to deduct a piece of porcelain.

Suddenly......

A gust of wind leaves.

Zhou Qing.......

Hahahahaha........

Of course, she didn't dare to really laugh, because as the prince of Ning Wangfu left with the unique image of the domineering president when he was constipated, the two maidservants outside the door came in again.

Zhou Qing could only hold back a smile and wipe his tears, "He's injured." ”

The two maidservants looked at each other.

One said, "The slave and maid have already delivered the meal, and now you can make it." ”

The other said, "The slave and maid serve the maid to dress." ”

Zhou Qing......

Back to the beginning?

Are you tool people?

Don't you care about your son?

The food in the palace is really of a very high standard, and a large table is set up.

Zhou Qing was very hungry, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, he put on his clothes and washed his hands before eating.

Anyway, if you want to die or live, you have to eat first!

She was happy to eat, and in the outer courtyard of King Ning's mansion, a crowd turned over on their backs.

Good Shiziye, his face is full of broken porcelain!

King Ning and Princess Ning sat on the chair of the master in the room with dark faces, and the atmosphere in the room was stagnant.

A group of royal doctors recruited from the palace who were raised by the family and invited from outside, Wu Yangyang stood on the ground.

The youngest, the best in the eyes, and the best at trauma, a doctor half-knelt on the bed of the prince of Ning Wangfu, and used tweezers to pinch out the porcelain pieces in the flesh little by little.