Empress Industrial Project

Chapter 62 Cooperation ([-])
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Lord Han Qing looked at Qiao Yurong who was stupefied, and said leisurely, "Pour me tea!"

Pour tea, you won't die if you drink it!
Qiao Yurong pouted, turned around reluctantly, stepped forward cautiously, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured tea into the teacup in front of Han Qing.

There was silence in the air, only the sound of Qiao Yurong pouring tea was heard.

Pour tea into the cup.

Qiao Yurong took a step back.

Han Qing picked up the teacup with an elegant posture, and slowly sipped the tea while drinking it, like a painting, which was glamorous no matter how you looked at it.

If she hadn't disguised herself as a servant, Qiao Yurong really wanted to appreciate this painting slowly.

But if Han Qing wants to kill himself, looking at him is no longer a picture, but a detestable sight.

Qiao Yurong lowered her head and silently counted one sheep, two sheep and three sheep, please time passes quickly, please this Han Qing get out of here quickly
But she only counted five sheep, and Han Qing said again: "Come here, rub my shoulders."

In this room, I am the only one standing now, isn't this just sending me to rub his shoulders?
Reluctantly, Qiao Yurong stepped forward, stretched out her jade-white hair, put it on Han Qing's shoulder, and began to rub his shoulder.

Because Han Qing was sitting, Qiao Yurong was standing, Qiao Yurong rubbed her shoulders, her eyes dared to fall on the top of Han Qing's head.

Look down from the top.

Han Qing's cheeks are graceful like the winding arcs of the distant mountains. He is enjoying the massage brought by Qiao Yurong, squinting his eyes slightly. His eyelashes are extremely long. Under the dim light, the slender eyelashes call him There was darkness under his eyelids, adding to his own chilly aura.

He was obviously an elegant and gentle man who blended the mountains and rivers of that day, but he was threatening with the sharpness of the sword.

This man is good looking and complex!

Qiao Yurong looked at Han Qing's white and elegant chin curve, his eyes were a little dumbfounded, and Qiao Yurong suddenly came back to his senses.

Why!

Based on this, this man gathered her officials from the Northland to plot against her, and she wanted to give him a massage like his servant?

Why!

Qiao Yurong's head felt hot, and suddenly her hand squeezed hard on Han Qing's shoulder.

Han Qing opened his closed eyes sharply, and said coldly, "Do you want to die?"

Qiao Yurong really couldn't pretend anymore, she let go of her hand, and directly opened her throat and said, "What are you pretending to be, you recognized me just now, and you still pretended to be sweet, is it fun?"

And dispatch him like a human being!
snort!
Qiao Yurong glared at Han Qing bitterly.

Han Qingqing's face suddenly smiled, like the sun shining on the stream, sparkling, and he was amazed for a moment, and said, "Why, stop pretending?"

When he came just now, he only felt that this person smelled good, so he took a second look. He didn't expect to recognize at a glance that it was Qiao Yurong, the Prince of Zhenbei who happened to bump into him on the street yesterday.

"Continue to pretend to be used by your current people?" Qiao Yurong's face was still full of resentment, but when he remembered the purpose of his coming, he endured the anger in his heart and said meaningfully: "This king did not expect that in this king's domain , it turns out that a group of people are secretly plotting to murder the king."

Han Qing's expression was as calm as a picture, "I never thought that the dignified Lord Zhenbei would act like a thief and come to my house disguised as a servant. Excuse me, Lord, what is your purpose?"

Qiao Yurong snorted coldly: "Hmph! I don't want to kill someone like you. I came to you to ask for your help." It just didn't occur to me that this person came to kill me.
Qiao Yurong didn't say the latter words.

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