"A man can't chase a horse!" Wei Qingqing raised his palm and motioned for Zhao Lingxi to high-five the oath.

Zhao Lingxi looked at her with pity, "Why isn't it 'a gentleman is hard to chase after a horse'?" ”

"Because Lord Zhao is not a gentleman," Wei Qingqing said frankly without any scruples, and winked at Zhao Lingxi slyly, "But Lord Zhao definitely doesn't want to be a woman." ”

Thanks to Han Qian's blessing as the gossip king, Wei Qingqing knew the most taboo thing in Zhao Lingxi's life - he hated others saying that he looked like a woman!

Sure enough, Zhao Lingxi listened to Wei Qingqing's words, although he still reached out and high-fived her, his face was a little gloomy than before, obviously Wei Qingqing's words made him a little unhappy.

Wei Qingqing didn't bother to look at his face, and threw the strip of cloth to him, "This is what I picked up in the flower garden under the Liuhe Pagoda, and it mentioned you and that Xue Yawen, you can see if you can find any clues yourself." ”

After Zhao Lingxi saw the handwriting on the cloth clearly, his heart was shocked, his blood was churning, and he was so excited that he vomited a mouthful of blood!

Wei Qingqing looked at his reaction, "It seems that even if I can't think of anything in the future, you won't lose this deal." ”

Zhao Lingxi held the strip of cloth tightly in the palm of his hand, and after a while, he carefully unfolded it in the palm of his hand, and rubbed the handwriting on it over and over again with his fingertips.

His movements were very light and gentle, careful and cherished, as if he were holding not a strip of rag in the palm of his hand, but a priceless treasure.

Wei Qingqing thought for a while, and then said: "When I picked up this strip of cloth, your Yan Qingzhi happened to be there, she seemed to value this strip of cloth very much, so she snatched it arrogantly and domineeringly, and threatened me not to disclose the content written on the strip. ”

Zhao Lingxi was exquisite, and after listening to Wei Qingqing's words and combining with Yan Qingzhi's previous actions to prevent him from climbing the tower, he immediately deduced the reason for the matter, "I've been looking for someone." ”

"I wasn't sure before, but when I saw this strip of cloth, I could already be sure that she had been imprisoned on the ninth floor of the Liuhe Pagoda," Zhao Lingxi's voice was low, with a hint of sadness, "She is very smart, in order to save herself, she tried to write a lot of such strips, and then threw them from the ninth layer one by one, and asked me for help in this way." ”

"Someone should have the mentality of giving it a try and go to Zhao's Mansion to find me with the strip of cloth they picked up," Zhao Lingxi's voice suddenly turned cold when he said this, faintly mixed with a hint of murderous intent, "But the strip of cloth was taken away by Qingzhi, and in the end it didn't reach me." ”

"Yan Qingzhi doesn't want you to find someone who asked for help with a strip of cloth? I listened to your previous conversation, and that person should be her sister! Wei Qingqing asked puzzled.

"Qingzhi, she is a little willful, she is probably afraid that I will not love her sister after I find her." The killing intent in Zhao Lingxi's words finally faded away, and although he hated Yan Qingzhi to the core, he couldn't do anything to her.

"She's not willful or stupid, is she?" Wei Qingqing pursed her lips disappreciatively, "Doesn't she know that your love for her is only love for the house and Wu?" Without her sister, she's nothing in your eyes! ”

Zhao Lingxi did not refute Wei Qingqing's words, but only looked at the familiar handwriting on the cloth strip stupidly.

Wei Qingqing also probably guessed the truth of the matter - Yan Qingzhi boldly intercepted her sister's letter for help, and then quietly came to Liuhe Pagoda to find out, and happened to bump into Wei Qingqing picking up another strip of cloth.

The strip of cloth had been cut from her sister's silk handkerchief, and she already had another one in her hand, so she recognized it at a glance.

She was afraid that Wei Qingqing would go to Zhao Lingxi with the strip of cloth and let Zhao Lingxi know the news of her sister, so she would snatch the strip of cloth and be very nervous about what was written on the strip.

It's just that people are not as good as heaven, although Zhao Lingxi didn't get the cloth, but he got the news from Ling Wanrou, and finally came to Liuhe Pagoda.

It's a pity that whether it was the time when the cloth was transferred to Yan Qingzhi's hands, or the time when Ling Wanrou caught up with Zhao Lingxi, it was delayed a lot, so when Zhao Lingxi found the ninth floor of the Liuhe Pagoda, Yan Qingzhi's sister had long since disappeared!

After Wei Qingqing sorted out the matter, she asked tentatively, "That...... The person you're looking for can't be Concubine Xiao, right? ”

Zhao Lingxi's expression changed greatly when he heard this, and his murderous aura overflowed, and it seemed that he was going to kill her again without saying a word!

She hurriedly threw out the clues she knew, "Tell you something unbelievable, I once dreamed that Concubine Xiao Guifei was imprisoned on the ninth floor of the Liuhe Pagoda by a monk named Chen......

Wei Qingqing quickly told Zhao Lingxi what he dreamed about!

Of course, considering that there seems to be an adulterous relationship between Zhao Lingxi and Xiao Guifei, in order to save her own life, she omitted the part where Xiao Guifei provoked the dust, so as not to stimulate Zhao Lingxi to kill her to vent her anger or vomit blood again!

Who would have thought that when Zhao Lingxi heard the part of the Liuhe Pagoda where the mountains were shaking, he was so worried that he spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", and then his body was crooked and fainted to the ground.

Wei Qingqing stretched out her toes and kicked Zhao Lingxi, "Hey! Lord Zhao? Zhao Lingxi? ”

Zhao Lingxi frowned and whispered unconsciously.

His voice was too low and his voice was slurred, so Wei Qingqing could only lower his body and put his ear to his mouth.

"Purple Feather ......"

Wei Qingqing finally heard Zhao Lingxi's words clearly, and thought to herself, could Ziling be the name of that Xiao Guifei?

Wrong!

Things are a little wrong - the signature on the cloth strip is obviously "Xue Yawen", but Xiao Guifei is not surnamed Xue! Zhao Lingxi was unconscious, and what he shouted in his mouth was not "Xue Yawen", but "Ziling".

"Xue Yawen, Xiao Ziling......" Wei Qingqing subconsciously read these two names repeatedly, but they both felt very unfamiliar, and there were no unfamiliar emotions in her body.

While pondering, she looked at the unconscious Zhao Lingxi—a pale face that was almost sickly, worried eyebrows and eyes, and thin lips stained red with blood.

Such a man is so weak that he seems to be able to be blown down by a gust of wind, and he has no masculinity in the slightest, but he has a fatal attraction, and people can't help but want to ravage him!

Wei Qingqing can appreciate the unique feminine beauty of Zhao Lingxi, but such a superb beautiful man fell quietly in front of her, but she did not have the slightest desire and urge to sleep with him.

When she faced Zhao Lingxi, the feeling was completely different from when she faced Ming Ye - the last time Ming Ye held her feet, when the thick calluses of his palms rubbed against the soles of her delicate feet, her body was as crisp and itchy as if it had been eaten by thousands of small insects!

There was a hot desire rushing through her body, making her desperate to find an outlet......

But at this moment, the beautiful man is currently facing Mingye's surging desires, but she is like a pool of stagnant water, and she hasn't even made a splash.

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