The empress of fast wear is married

Chapter 389

"Stop talking nonsense and give me the antidote."

Risking his life, the system refused: "Your Majesty, you can't open it."

Fenghua squinted at it, making the latter tremble.

This is your loyal dog leg. Although this chief eunuch is useless and always likes to lose the chain at critical moments, it is better than nothing and cannot be killed.

Thinking of this, Fenghua took a deep breath.

"Where's Ning Jiuque?"

She asked without any emotional ups and downs in her voice.

Zhang Dacheng, who was shocked by the system's mouth, gave an "O". After the reaction came back, the cute voice was very surprised and disturbed: "Your Majesty, do you think, think..."

"Say it."

Fenghua held on to the tree and tugged at the hem of his clothes. The palace is remote and there are no guards patrolling around. Even if the clothes are a little disheveled, it doesn't matter, no one will see.

This medicine is too strong and very evil, it can only be detoxified by intercourse between a man and a woman, not just soaking in cold water, otherwise Fenghua would not let the system give her the antidote directly.

Since the hot chick of the system is useless, and she doesn't want to explode and die young, then she can only...

Feng, Jin.

He'd better pray to God it wouldn't fall into her hands someday.

The woman in palace attire with flowing purple hair, black hair and shawl, and a bright red face, gritted her teeth.

Red lips and white teeth, smiling.

"Okay, I'll check it out right away." The system froze and said immediately.

Her Majesty the dissatisfied queen is terrible.

oh oh oh.

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Somewhere in the palace.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, with a slender and slender figure, and was dressed in a purple dress that shone like a neon.

He played with a white magnolia with his fingertips, the orchid was like a cloud of clouds, and it shone like a shadow, but it was not as good as his fingertips like jade.

Behind him, someone knelt down on one knee, pleading guilty: "Master, forgive me, but I still haven't found that thing."

"..."

For a long time, there was no sound.

There was a little cold sweat on the man's forehead, and he felt that the air pressure around his body was getting lower and lower, as if a dark storm had gathered faintly, enough to kill people.

After a while, the man opened his mouth, and the stunning and exquisite silhouette hidden in the half-light and half-dark shadows revealed a lip color as coquettish as blood.

"After so many years, I still haven't found it."

"What do I need you for, huh?"

A voice of indistinguishable beauty.

Every word and every sentence, the murderous intent is faint.

Revealed the taste of bloodthirsty.

The words fall.

The man's white magnolia like jade fingertips suddenly flew out, brushing across the cheeks of the kneeling man behind him.

A cold, a pain, a smear of blood.

If it goes down three points, it's not just the cheek that is cut.

It's... the throat.

The person kneeling on the ground did not change his facial features, he was never fussed by fright, nor begged for mercy in a panic, but clasped his fists and said word by word: "Thank you, master, for not killing me."

"Go back."

The voice is faint and the tone is lazy, as if the murderous person just now is not him.

"Yes." The man answered with clasped fists, stood up, and stepped back.

His movements are neat, without any sloppiness, and it can be seen from his words and deeds that he is well-trained.

The man stood with his hands behind his back and stood where he was.

Through the dense leaves above his head, the bright stream of light reflected on his robe.

Brilliant, romantic, beautiful.

After a while, with a cold shout, he turned his head and looked somewhere: "Who?"

A sharp gold hairpin was close to the back of his neck.

"...Ning Jiuque?" The female voice was slightly hoarse.

It sounds very strange.

Ning Jiuque's long eyelashes like crow's feathers drooped slightly, and he looked down at his jade-like fingertips, a trace of hostility flashed across his stunning face.

"Since you know it's me, don't let it go, do you want to die, huh?"

In a word, the hostility is strong.

Even if his life is in someone's hands right now, the legendary Nine Thousand Years is still fearless, and his aura is not inferior to others.

The beautiful lips pronounced the words, implying hostility, and said every word.

"...I don't want to die." The breath from the woman's breath was hot, "So, tonight... I will borrow it from Lord Qiantui."

Ning Jiuque frowned delicately.

Borrow him tonight...

What do you mean?
soon.

Ning Jiuque froze.

Immediately, he heard the woman laughing softly in his ears with hot breath, and said with red lips in the darkness, "Well, it's pretty good."

Sure enough, as she expected, this nine thousand year old is... a fake eunuch.

Now, it's easy to handle.

She raised the knife and cut her own hand——

Bright red blood bloomed on Bai Yu's palm.

Before Ning Jiuque came back to his senses, Fenghua pinched his delicate and smooth jaw, and fed the blood oozing from the palm of his hand into his mouth.

Ning Jiuque came back to his senses, his stunning face was beautiful and blushing, his exquisite eyebrows and eyes were full of shame and hostility, his lips stained with a trace of blood were bright red and coquettish: "You bold woman, what did you drink for me?!"

"My blood." Fenghua replied.

Of course, there was one thing she didn't tell him——

It is the blood that contains strong medicine.

However, I believe he will be able to detect it on his own soon.

At this time, after hearing Fenghua's words, Ning Jiuque's eyebrows and eyes were full of hostility: "You, find, die."

After Fenghua finished feeding Ning Jiuque the 'poisonous blood', his whole body's strength relaxed, and his strength has reached the extreme so far.

So, there is no way to resist.

A hand that was whiter and more translucent than jade stretched out from under the purple sleeves trimmed with silver, and strangled the woman's neck like lightning.

Thin, fragile, fragile.

It only needs a little force, and it can be broken with a "click--".

At the same time, it also allowed Ning Jiuque to take advantage of the faint and cool moonlight to reflect the beautiful phoenix eyes on the woman's face.

this face...

... Yan Qiyu?

The concubine of King Yonglong, Princess Qionghua of Zhenbei Palace, Yan Qiyu?

When Ning Jiuque saw Fenghua's face, he was slightly taken aback.

However, thinking of this woman's daring behavior, the legendary Nine Thousand Years with an unstable personality burst into embarrassment and anger.

No matter who it is, if they know his secret, they should die!

"...I said, I don't want to die." Fenghua suddenly stretched out his hand to pull Ning Jiuque closer, and kissed his beautiful lips slightly hastily.

Nine thousand years old's pupils shrank suddenly, and a shocked light flashed—maybe he had never thought that Fenghua would be so bold, or maybe he had never been so... frivolous.

Then, in those Lingling phoenix eyes, an overwhelming hostility faintly condensed.

'Yan Qiyu, I see that you really don't want to live! '

In Jiuqian's eyes, there was such a murderous intent.

Fenghua is not afraid at all.

Ning Jiuque frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong with his body...

"Yan Qiyu, you—" What did you feed me? !

Ning Jiuque questioned.

She opened her lips just now, and only halfway through the sentence, she took the opportunity to attack...

(End of this chapter)