Chapter 87 He kissed her gently and softly.

Yun Qin carefully bandaged Jiang Daiyi's wound and stood beside the bed, putting the brocade skirt embroidered with gold thread back on her. The faint and lush floral patterns on the skirt covered the girl's beautiful figure, making her look graceful and elegant.

Jiang Daiyi's thin eyebrows, as light as clouds and smoke, suddenly moved slightly, so fast that it was almost unnoticeable.

She woke up.

Yun Qin curled his lips silently, lifted his robe lightly and sat down on the edge of the couch.

Jiang Daiyi was suspicious. Although there was drowsy incense in the pavilion, she still woke up when Yunqin put her back on the couch.

She didn't know what kind of strange situation she was in, so she just pretended to be asleep.

The couch sank, and a shadow flashed before her eyes. Yun Qin seemed to have moved closer to her. Her skirt, which had fallen on the edge of the couch, was pressed and pulled, pulling her body along with it.

The warm breath and steady breathing gently brushed against Jiang Daiyi's cheek, so close.

She finally couldn't help but open her eyes, and a jade-like face of a banished immortal appeared right in front of her. The man was not surprised to see her open her eyelids. He even bent down more and pressed down with a smile on his face.

His black hair, like ink splashed on the surface, slid down from his waist and back, scattered on both sides, like an ink curtain enclosing the girl inside.

"What?"

Jiang Daiyi placed her slender and soft hands on Chu Baisheng's shoulders to push him away. However, there was already a huge difference in physical strength between men and women, not to mention that she was injured and couldn't push him away. She simply curled her body downwards to avoid his approaching cheek.

Yunqin watched her shrink and finally hide under his chest.

Naive behavior is still within his world and cannot be hidden.

Yun Qin's breath enveloped Jiang Daiyi.

Jiang Daiyi was fixed on the vague and light gaze above her head. She paused for a moment, and suddenly a pair of hands supported her under her armpits, and she was pulled back to her original position by a strong force.

Her shoulders were as soft as boneless, and were lightly held. She raised her eyelashes slightly and looked straight into those elegant dark eyes.

His eyes were as pure as a cool, shallow spring, yet also as shrouded in mist and clouds, preventing any glimpse. He slowly covered his cheek, as if patiently luring the prey he had long coveted.

The breathing was almost obsessive.

Thick fog hung beneath Yun Qin Moshan's long eyelashes, as if he had entered a deep ancient well and was drowning in it.

"Brother!" She scolded in panic when Yunqin was about to touch that sullen look.

Her voice was as soft and pleasant as honeyed butter.

Even if I'm poisoned, can I still call him subconsciously?

Jiang Daiyi's hands hung limply in front of her collar.

She subconsciously called him brother?

"Sister." Yun Qin's eyes gradually became clear as he responded to her.

Jiang Daiyi frowned, her soft hair spread out on the couch, and she turned her head to one side.

Her expression changed several times, and the corners of her eyes turned red.

Yunqin's hand slid down the thin blanket to her spine, he stood up and picked her up, then raised his hand slightly and lifted her onto his lap and hugged her.

"I didn't do anything, but my eyes are red with anger?"

The black hair was entangled in Yunqin's hand. He slid his five fingers into her hair and straightened it from top to bottom.

Jiang Daiyi clasped his hand that was stroking her hair with her slender fingers and looked up at him, "Am I really your wife?"

Yun Qin said, "If you don't believe me, you can ask the people in the palace."

Jiang Daiyi didn't even have the strength to sit up. She relied entirely on Yun Qin's hand to support her body as she kept falling backwards. She could feel the man's burning body temperature on her back through the layers of brocade clothes.

Jiang Daiyi whispered weakly: "They don't dare to say it."

Aren’t all the people in the palace his people?

After hearing this, Yun Qin looked at her lazily with a solemn expression.

"Then just ask me."

Jiang Daiyi looked at him. He just wanted her to talk to him alone and not let the maid talk too much.

The corners of Yun Qin's slender eyes suddenly swept across Jiang Daiyi's pupils, and a glance like a swallow passed by without leaving a trace.

"Don't believe me?"

Her face was full of fear, fear of him.

Yun Qin was thinking hard. It seemed that there was something in her memory this time that he didn't know.

Jiang Daiyi didn't know how to respond. Just as she was stunned, a maid came over with small steps and squatted slightly to greet her.

"Your Majesty, dinner is ready."

"Yes." Yun Qin placed his long fingers on Bai Wan's knees, picked her up and carried her out, with the maid following lightly behind.

Jiang Daiyi was worried, and it was not until the aroma of delicious food wafted into her nose that she managed to suppress her confused and chaotic mood.

Yunqin placed her on the chair and sat sideways next to him, allowing her to lean her back comfortably in his arms.

Jiang Daiyi traced the embroidery on her clothes with her fingertips and asked casually, "Do I have any friends in the palace?"

It turned out to be Mingrou. It seems that the spy today had taken over from her.

This is to test Mingrou's whereabouts.

Yun Qin was silent for a moment, and suddenly the hand around Jiang Daiyi's slender arms grasped her waist, and used force to turn her around to sit.

Jiang Daiyi's lower back was against the edge of the table, sitting on Yunqin's legs facing him. She raised her eyes slightly and could see the man's angular jaw.

He opened his lips slightly, "What do you want to know?"

Jiang Daiyi was lifted up, and Yun Qin raised his right leg a little so that her line of sight could be parallel with his.

He met her gaze with his long, indifferent eyes. "I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

After the maids had served the dishes, they politely stepped aside with their heads down, not daring to look around any longer.

Jiang Daiyi looked at him with her bright eyes sparkling. His eyes were like a deep, lacquered ancient well, the bottom of which could not be seen at a glance, but he could easily see through other people's thoughts and see through other people's temptations at a glance.

She felt a little suffocated, lowered her head and said dejectedly: "I'm just asking, didn't you say I was your wife?"

Yun Qin's eyes fell on her hair that had slipped down from her brocade clothes. He gently picked up a strand of it. It was soft and smooth, and the black hair was like a waterfall or quicksand.

The tighter you hold on, the less you can hold on.

But, there is always something that can be done.

"You are my wife," he said.

Jiang Daiyi's scalp felt a little numb when he stroked her hair.

"But you give me the feeling that you are shackled me."

Like a bird, it wants to be exclusive.

Yun Qin stroked the back of her head against the flowing black hair, and with a little force forced her to raise her head.

With his other hand, he grasped her soft finger, carefully rubbing and examining it, and finally found a scar on her right little finger that was about to shed its scab. "Where's the antidote Mingrou gave you?"

That day he brought her back to the palace from Mingli Town, but he never noticed that she had the antidote on her.

Jiang Daiyi was a little flustered when she heard this, but she regained her composure in an instant. She pretended to be confused and asked, "What medicine?"

Yun Qin patiently repeated it, as if worried she hadn't heard clearly, and then he slowly spoke in more detail: "An antidote to restore your inner strength."

"I don't know." She said firmly.

"Don't lie, tell me where Mingrou escaped to?"

Yun Qin lowered his thick eyelashes and stroked her gently from time to time, as if coaxing her to tell him Mingrou's whereabouts.

Jiang Daiyi put her hands on his shoulders. His strength made her uncomfortable and even afraid. She struggled slightly, "Let me go."

The pavilion is inlaid with nine-treasure glazed beads for lighting. During the day, the entire pavilion looks like the bright moon, but at night, the nine treasures inlaid inside appear, shining brightly, and are crystal clear, which is extremely beautiful.

Soft light and shadow fell on Yunqin's face.

"It's really difficult."

Yun Qin sighed softly, grabbed her legs and pulled them back, so that her legs could only be pressed tightly against his waist in an ambiguous posture. Her neck was against the table, and she was trapped between Yun Qin and the table, unable to move at all.

Jiang Daiyi: "Don't..."

He sat upright, restraining her delicate buttocks as she tried to lean on the chair for support.

The maids lowered their heads and kept silent, and those who knew what was good turned their backs.

Just before turning around, he caught a glimpse of a petite girl sitting astride the man. The pleats of her brocade skirt were intertwined with the boy's plain green robe, and the ends of her robe and skirt fell layer by layer. The girl's fair and slender neck was flawless, outlining the most beautiful lines.

"Sister, do you really not know?" Yun Qin frowned and simply leaned back in his chair, but still did not let her go, as if he would continue to waste time with her if she didn't tell him.

After just a few words, Jiang Daiyi's neck was already feeling numb and tired.

She tried to pull her hand away, but Yun Qin noticed her intention and pressed his palm against hers, intertwining their fingers without giving her any chance to gain leverage.

"Sister." He kissed her gently and slowly.

Jiang Daiyi's eyes were like autumn water, and her originally crystal clear pupils were faintly pink because of this situation. She said in a delicate voice, "Yun Qin!"

Yun Qin stroked her delicate hands slowly and calmly, wearing away her patience bit by bit, waiting for her to turn against him.