Qi Yufeng didn't know how he got out of the Zichen Palace. When he saw that Shangguan Xuan was holding the military tally in his hand, he immediately stood up from the ground, but because he used too much force, he fell to the side.
A hand grabbed him just in time, and Shangguan Xuan said in a low voice, "Thank you."
This thank you wasn't whether he was thanking Qi Yufeng for pulling him back or for helping him obtain the military token. In any case, whatever the reason, the thank you was necessary.
What's the point of thanking each other?
Qi Yufeng chuckled lightly, "Go to my palace to clean up, then head to the barracks."
"yes."
Shangguan Xuan had no objection. He was indeed in a sorry state. He followed Qi Yufeng toward the East Garden, quickly washed up, changed into clean clothes, and then rode a horse alone to the barracks.
Inside the Zichen Hall.
After Qi Yufeng left, the huge palace seemed empty. Qi Jingling slowly walked to the painting of the beauty, his gaze falling on it, his eyes filled with a hint of restrained and struggling love.
Finally, he reached out and picked up a white cloth from the side to cover the painting. "Someone come here."
Hearing the sound, the eunuch guarding the door immediately pushed the door open and strode to Qi Jingling, saying, "Your Majesty, this servant is here."
"Take this painting to the basement."
After finishing, Qi Jingling turned and walked out of the palace.
The eunuch dared not delay, and carefully picked up the wrapped painting and headed towards the basement.
Anything that can be put in the basement must be precious, since no one else but the emperor and himself can enter the basement.
*
Mo Shisheng was awakened by a piercing itch. She slowly opened her eyes and found a figure standing in front of her, also dressed in a black robe. When she looked up, a hint of urgency crossed her face.
When his gaze fell on Ming Qiancheng's alluring face, his eyes instantly turned icy cold.
"You're so fickle."
Ming Qiancheng snorted coldly and sat down directly on the edge of the bed.
Mo Shisheng frowned slightly, but dared not move rashly. Her wounds were in the healing stage, and if she moved rashly at this time, the wounds would reopen, and the healing would become extremely troublesome.
So when Ming Qiancheng sat down, Mo Shisheng chose to close her eyes, out of sight, out of mind!
"Don't you want to know my relationship with Ming Jin... Ming Beiya?"
Ming Qiancheng almost blurted out Ming Beiya's real name, but then he remembered that Mo Shisheng only knew Ming Beiya, so he immediately changed his mind.
Fortunately, Mo Shisheng's attention was not on the character "Jin". After resting for a while, her red lips gradually regained some color, and her lips slightly curled up as she lay on the bed.
Her face was turned to the side, and she slowly opened her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like a fan, exuding a seductive charm.
"Ming Qiancheng, are you stupid, or do you think I'm stupid? Hmm?"
The girl's voice was soft, sweet, and cloying, like having a mouthful of malt candy in her mouth; every word she uttered carried a hint of honey.
Ming Qiancheng felt a tickle in his heart and gently placed his hand on Mo Shisheng's face. Her skin was so smooth and tender that he couldn't bear to touch it.
Ming Qiancheng's fingertips were slightly cool, unlike Ming Beiya's burning heat. Mo Shisheng frowned slightly, wanting to turn her head away, but dared not move because of the wounds on her body.
"Ming Beiya is my dearest younger brother."
"Really? Then his ancestors for eighteen generations must have had terrible luck."
Mo Shisheng smiled charmingly, but the light in her eyes was icy cold.
She was clearly smiling, but that smile was deadly.
Interesting, really interesting.
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