After sending Ji Qiran, the plague god, away, she said goodbye to her grandfather quickly, Ye Gu looked at her active figure with a kind smile on his face, Li Li is still the same as before, Ye Qingli, who is favored by the Ye family in the palm of his hand, can't make any mistakes, no matter who sent the assassin, he decided that he must not let such a thing happen again! Certain!

After Ye Qingli returned to his room, he slammed the door shut, opened the paper in his palm, and the crumpled note read: "Li Li, I know that you have no amnesia, and you will see you in the old place at the end of the month."

She pursed her lips, the words are so good-looking, how can the character be ugly into this virtue?

Sure enough, people should not be disguised, and words should not be disguised.

At the end of the month, isn't the end of the month the day after tomorrow? He was in such a hurry to die?

She sat on the ancient sandalwood table, one hand supporting her small and delicate face, and the other hand tapping on the sandalwood ochre table, she raised her eyebrows, and her chin was raised, ho, this Ji Qiran, who is it to lie, even Gu Zhiqing judged that she had amnesia, and he was a guy who suddenly appeared, so he could be sure that she didn't have it? This old fox is obviously testing her, testing what she is doing, do you still want to rekindle the old love, or give her another fatal blow?

Hehehe, no matter which one it is, it's impossible?

She is not the original body, she has feelings for him, and she may show mercy to her subordinates, she Ye Qingli will definitely let him "enjoy" the taste of death!

She looked at the note she threw on the table, picked it up and looked at it again, the corners of her mouth hooked up a wicked smile, her eyes were sly, Ji Qiran, I didn't plan to settle accounts with you for the time being, you provoked me and sent it to the door yourself?

Then if I don't accept the offer, wouldn't it be very faceless.

Inside the palace, on the palace of the five princes.

The attendant asked, "Master, why did you give her another note, didn't you just look at her?"

Ji Qiran turned on the incense, looked at the fragrance in the room, glanced at him, stood up, turned to the hollow window, and said lightly: "I originally planned to find another opportunity to kill her, and I would rather kill a hundred by mistake than let go of one, but" His voice turned, "I changed my mind." I'm not going to kill her. ”

The attendant's eyes widened, and he hurriedly knelt down: "Master, didn't you say that the overall situation should be the most important?"

Ji Qiran looked at the excited person in front of him, and was a little displeased: "Yes, I will never marry her, but she can be my concubine."

The attendant reminded: "The Ye family never agrees, the Ye family has been passed down for the nineteenth generation, and the grandchildren are only Ye Qingli alone, how can they tolerate her being a concubine?"

Ji Qiran stroked the delicate bauhinia blue blooming in the window, and his face was proud: "The head of the Ye family is indeed absolutely unwilling, but if Ye Qingli agrees, what if the father and emperor directly make an order?" I understand my father, as long as Ye Qingli and I agree, he will meet our requirements. After all, she is also the queen of the general. ”

The attendant bowed his head, rested his head against the cold ground, and said, "The master is wise."

Ji Qiran was noncommittal, and suddenly his eyes became sharp, he broke down the bright bauhinia blue with force, and the blooming flowers didn't know what was happening, so they had been rudely broken off and separated from its slender branches, Ji Qiran looked at the flowers in front of him playfully, and smiled insidiously: "If she doesn't agree," his hand pinched the flowers hard, and the emerald green branches had broken their skin: "It's not too late to kill her again." How can something I fancy flow into someone else's hands? What I can't get, I won't let anyone else get. ”

His fingernails strained again, the fragile flowers couldn't resist his strength, and the tail branch was broken in two.

Ji Qiran looked at the ruined flowers, felt bored, looked at them twice, and turned away.

The once noble and delicate bauhinia blue has now lost a few petals, and it has fallen coldly on the windowsill.