Chapter 72 The past, like smoke [1]

"Really..." Shui Qinglan curled her lips with a half-smile, "Your Majesty, it's best not to act rashly, otherwise, Jun Xiye and Jun Chuyang may take revenge."

Jun Chuyang? !

Zhan Luoning was puzzled, what was the relationship between Su Yinshuang and Jun Chuyang, and why would Chu Yang stand up for her?
"Your Majesty doesn't know many things. If I were you, after I get the status I want, I won't expect abandoned love, especially this love... has already been buried by the Empress herself."

After the laughter faded away, Shui Qinglan's expression was extremely determined, and the sharpness between his brows and eyebrows was hard to hide, which made Zhan Luoning feel guilty and bowed his head.

Was her love buried by her own hands?
His pampering.

Her pure beauty.

Everything.

Go back to ten years ago.

Those carefree years...

[Liu'er is the dividing line between mother and mother. 】

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Forced to drag forward, Su Qingying struggled and shouted: "Jun Xiye, you bastard! Let me go!"

She was the one who pulled him when he left Qinxue Pavilion, but now that he left Qinxue Pavilion, it was him holding her hostage.

Jun Xiye kept on stepping, his black eyes were cold and hard, and Su Qingying was firmly restrained by his hand, and he walked quickly towards his destination.

"Jun Xiye, you bastard, where are you taking me...ah—"

The light resistance exhausted his patience, his handsome eyebrows frowned, and he simply hugged her small body horizontally.

Lifting his spirits, he jumped up the rockery, the lake-colored gauze skirt and the white clothes on his body flutteringly, splitting the flowers and brushing the willows, stepping on the water over the lotus, crossing the endless lotus leaves, and falling steadily on the painting boat hidden in the boundless lotus flowers superior.

"You—" I never knew, but now I knew that I had a fear of heights, and my lithe little face turned pale, no matter how much I cursed, I couldn't make a sound.

Just when Jun Xiye lifted her up into the air, her heart beat violently with fright, and the wind blew in her ears, she could only hold on to Jun Xiye's lapel to keep herself from falling.

Looking down, Jun Xiye smiled and kissed her cheek, "Are you afraid?"

"Afraid... afraid of your uncle!" Even if she was really afraid, she must not show any timidity in front of Jun Xiye.

Jun Xiye carried her into the painting boat. The soft couch and low table in the painting boat were comfortably furnished. He put down his little wife in his arms and let her sit on the soft couch. Then he said with a smile: "I think so, the person who dares to contradict even the empress. , how could you be afraid. It’s just that this king’s clothes were ruined by you, which is a pity, a pity.”

He pointed to the scarred scarf on his chest, feeling infinitely regretful.

"You—" Qingying heard the ridicule in his words, and was furious.

Why on earth did she get into a fight with the queen, and it wasn't because of this evildoer!

What is a thief called catch a thief!

What is shameless!
If Jun Xiye were the second most scoundrel in ancient and modern times, no one would dare to claim the number one.

"Okay, let's have a cup of tea first to calm down." He poured the tea on the low table and handed it to her.

"Hmph!" Qingying snatched the teacup and ignored him.

Don't think it's so easy for her to let him go, what's going on between him and the queen, and what's the relationship between the queen and Chu Yang, he has to tell her clearly today.

Inexplicably becoming Su Yinshuang, she can accept everything that is unfamiliar, but she can't tolerate living in the conspiracy designed by others.

Both Jun Xiye and Jun Chuyang have too many secrets, originally, she could ignore it—now that she is in the middle of the situation, she can't stay out of it, so she can't continue to be confused.

(End of this chapter)

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