In the study room of the Jin Palace, sandalwood curls.

King Jin sat at the back of the desk, holding his petite body in his arms, and his breath became more and more unstable.

When his palm, which was slightly rough from sword practice, poked into Li Qingmu's bedclothes, Li Qingmu was stunned and opened his eyes.

With a clear eye in his eyes, Li Qingmu's small hand on King Jin's chest twisted hard.

But that small force fell on King Jin's body like an itch.

With a wave of his right hand, King Jin put both of Li Qingmu's hands behind his back.

Listening to the heavy wheezing sound in his ears and smelling the thick sandalwood, Li Qingmu's consciousness blurred again.

In a daze, she seemed to see herself wearing a red wedding dress and holding a lotus flower step by step into the palace of Dayue.

In the gorgeous palace, King Jin, who was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, vigorously tore open her wedding dress......

'Bang'

The door of the study was vigorously pushed open, and a figure went straight to the front of the desk.

King Jin's chaotic brain just reacted, only to feel that Nuan Yu was separated from his arms - Li Qingmu was gone.

Immediately, he saw Wu Fengtian throw the burning incense burner on the desk out of the window.

The breeze passed through the hall, and King Jin's mind was completely clear. He saw that Li Qingmu was being held under the armpit by Wu Fengtian, his small face was red, his lips were red and swollen, and there were two red fingerprints on his fair and tender neck.

Letting go of the hand placed on the secret compartment of the desk, King Jin looked at the wide open door, then looked at Wu Fengtian, smiled heartily, and said, "The way you appear here is a little special. ”

Wu Fengtian did not answer King Jin's words, but reached out and took a cloak from the Taishi chair, and quickly wrapped Li Qingmu, who was half-open in his bedclothes.

Li Qingmu was blown by the breeze and came to his senses. Although his body was still hot, he already understood what he was doing at this time.

She raised her head to look at Wu Fengtian, only to see Wu Fengtian's moving Adam's apple. She heard Wu Fengtian say lightly to King Jin, "There are people in this house who have been drugged." ”

King Jin was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "It turned out to be a kitsch, no wonder this king feels that something is wrong." ”

After that, King Jin looked at Li Qingmu, a trace of doubt crossed his eyes, and said, "Aren't you bent on killing me?" What's the use of this medicine? ”

Li Qingmu was wrapped tightly in Wu Fengtian's cloak, and he couldn't even breathe. She glared at King Jin with Yingying watery eyes that were still slightly lustful, and squeezed out three words from her throat with a hard mouth, "It's not me." ”

Wu Fengtian looked down at Li Qingmu, raised his slightly thin lips, and said with a smile, "It shouldn't be her, her purpose is to kill you, not to be your concubine." ”

Hearing this, King Jin retracted the gaze that fell on Li Qingmu, sat back in his chair, raised his right hand and touched his nose, and meditated.

Seeing this, Wu Fengtian smiled and said, "I wanted to play a game of chess with you, it seems that you are going to tidy up your backyard." ”

King Jin came back to his senses, pointed to the Taishi chair on one side and said, "It's time to straighten it out, it's very annoying that the weeds are overgrown." ”

Wu Fengtian didn't sit down, but pointed at Li Qingmu with his finger.

King Jin smiled and said, "Since it has nothing to do with her, let her go back." ”

In a word, Li Qingmu regained his freedom.

Li Qingmu wrapped the cloak on his body tightly, turned around and walked out of the study, ignoring the curious eyes of the minions along the way and returned to the upper slave room.

After closing the door with the greatest strength, Li Qingmu first rushed to the bed and took out the antidote and ate it. Then he threw the cloak that still had the Jin breath on his body to the ground and stepped on it again and again, until he used up all his strength, and then curled up in the bed and did not move.

Squinting her eyes slightly, her weak body trembled slightly due to the unsteady breath, and gritted her teeth in her heart to delay King Jin Ling ten thousand times before gradually quieting down.

There was another 'bang', and Li Qingmu was awakened again.

She looked up and saw Wu Teng, who had been favored by the King of Jin in recent days, standing at the door angrily, with a delicate little face seriously distorted by anger.