"I don't want to come up!" Bei Qingyan broke free from his back.

"How do you walk with a stomachache? Throw a tantrum with me? Ye Ruoxian's tone was a little anxious, and there was even a hint of anger.

Bei Qingyan was so anxious that he almost stomped his feet: "Eun is going to!" ! Got it? ”

Ye Ruoxian had never heard such a "rude" word, and only put her down after twitching the corners of her lips fiercely: "Go, I'll wait for you here." ”

Bei Qingyan's little face was as red as a cloud of fire, and he seemed to have to run towards the original road. Finally returned to the original wooden door, her heartbeat was still beating rapidly. Oops, she said that, will Ye Ruoxian hate her for this?

"Your Highness the Princess!"

A strange scent of wind swept past her, and Feng Qian did not know when it flashed behind her, his arms wrapped around her slender waist, trying to pull her into his arms.

"Presumptuous!" Bei Qingyan frowned, his anger rushing to his throat, and after a spin, he slammed his elbow into his heart, and raised his left arm high, trying to lock his throat.

"The princess's physical skills are still quite good, but it's a pity that she lacks some ingenuity." Feng Qianjue's footsteps retreated sharply, easily dodging her attack, and like a whirlwind, it flashed to her left side with a thunderous momentum, and a dagger with cold light had already pressed against her throat.

"Princess, do you want to know who poisoned the students in the academy?" His lips moved slightly to the side of her ear, and the sharp knife gently pushed in a little, and a trace of bright red blood snaked down the outside of the cold knife.

Bei Qingyan was not afraid at all, a cold light flashed in his half-squinted eyes, and he hooked his lips and smiled: "Master Guoshi, do you want to know whether the soul is attached to the head or the ......body after the severed head?"

"What did you say?" Feng Qianjue frowned, unable to react to what she said for a while, but in the next moment, a bright light flew from the corner of his left eye.

His head jerked, and a fan sharper than a knife slashed across his left cheek, bringing up a trail of blood. Like a blooming mandala stamen......

"Brush, brush!"

After spinning a few times in mid-air, the folding fan returned to Bei Qingyan's palm, she raised her hand to gently stroke the blood in her throat, the killing intent in her bright eyes did not fade at all, and her voice was as cold as frost: "Feng Qianjue, you listen to this prince!" If you dare to be so presumptuous again! I'm going to kill you! Cut off your head and drink it! ”

Feng Qian's white fingers wiped the blood on his cheeks, put it to his lips and tasted it lightly, raised his eyebrows and said: "It's really ruthless enough, not only good at camouflage, but also dare to gouge out people's eyes and break people's arms." This is our princess, it seems that the deity has to shift the target, you are the real king of this Dragon Phoenix Empire......"

"We can cooperate, but you must not be unreasonable." Bei Qingyan's little face has long since faded away from the usual squirrel, and some are only cold.

Feng Qianjue's beautiful eyes gently fell on the wound in her throat, and a line of regret crossed the depths of her eyes, but she quickly retracted and asked: "In a few days, it will be the birthday of Emperor Zun, and the Weng family will definitely do everything possible to get rid of you and the old prince, are the princesses ready?" ”

Bei Qingyan didn't let down any guard, holding the sharp knife in his palm, and asked rhetorically: "You are hiding such a monstrous secret for me, what do you want from me?" ”

Feng Qianjue thought about it for a while, hooked his lips and smiled evilly: "What if I want the heart of Her Royal Highness the Princess?" ”