The empress of fast wear is married

Chapter 390

This official has been ups and downs for many years, has seen strong winds and waves, and the nine thousand years old who stands on the top of the forbidden power, is stunned again.

The hand holding her neck loosened involuntarily.

Her Majesty pressed the man to a tree.

Ning Jiuque felt something was wrong, raised her hand to pinch her beautiful jaw, couldn't help gritting her teeth, her voice was restrained and hurried, and asked word by word: "Woman, what did you feed me?!"

"Blood, my blood..."

Fenghua's breath was hot, and the faint and rich aroma and heat sprayed all over Ning Jiuque's face.

"However, I have taken an aphrodisiac, and the blood also has the same properties, so..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ning Jiuque pinched the jade-like fingertips on her chin, and tightened them with astonishing strength: "Yan Qiyu, you are fine."

The tone was full of hostility and murderous intent.

Fenghua had to stop, squinted her beautiful eyes, looked at Ning Jiuque, and said, "Master Qiantui is very angry? But what to do, after taking this kind of medicine, if you want to get rid of the medicine, you can only rely on... . . . "

She whispered four words in his ear.

Paused.

Not avoiding that the legendary Nine Thousand Years with a volatile personality would not be saved, she continued emphatically, "And, only with me."

Her Majesty is talking nonsense seriously.

Ning Jiuque's stunning crimson lips pursed, she didn't speak, her eyes were dark, as if she was thinking about weighing the pros and cons.

The next second—

"Yan Qiyu, you asked for it yourself, don't expect me to take pity on you."

The beautiful and indistinguishable Hua Yan's voice spoke word by word.
-
after the end.

Ning Jiuque was still dyed with a touch of gorgeous and enchanting eyebrows, which sank little by little.

Again, take on the hostility.

Just like the first time I saw you.

"Yan Qiyu, this seat looks wonderful, it can be used as your burial place, okay?"

The man in a gorgeous silver-purple robe had beautiful phoenix eyes that were extremely cold, and his eyes shone like black jade. When he looked at the woman leaning on the wall, he no longer had the gentleness that he had inadvertently revealed not long ago.

Stunning, cruel, cruel, ruthless.

This is the real nine thousand years old.

And just now...

It's just a momentary, distracted feeling.

Ning Jiuque admitted that she brought him some joy.

Moreover, Concubine Yong, who has been married to the emperor's fourth son Longjue for three years, is actually still a virgin, and she gave it to him tonight, without any ups and downs in her heart.

That's probably all a lie.

However, she also discovered his hidden, invisible, or at least the secret that absolutely cannot be seen when standing.

and so--

It can only be killed.

As for the little complex emotions in his heart, he ignored them directly.

Yan Qiyu must die.

It would be better to die in this underground palace without anyone noticing, which would save him a lot of trouble.

After all, Yan Qiyu's identity...

She is not only Concubine Yong who served on the imperial jade plate, but also Princess Qionghua, the most beloved daughter of King Zhenbei.

Ning Jiuque was extremely rational.

Tonight, the mind has never been clearer than it is now.

The man in the silver-purple robe was gorgeous and gorgeous, with crow feather-like thick long eyelashes drooping slightly, his faint eyes fell on the slender fingers that were more flawless than white jade, as if admiring them.

——He doesn't need any magic weapons to kill people, just these two hands are enough.

"Yan Qiyu, if you have any last wishes, you can tell me all of them."

Paused.

Ning Jiuque pursed his lower lip and continued, "I will... try my best to satisfy you."

"..."

It's really... ruthless to pull a dick.

Fenghua sneered slightly in his heart.

Actually, not very angry.

On the contrary, it gave birth to a strong desire to conquer.

That's how it's fun, isn't it?
Feng Hua stood up straight with strong support.

With green and white fingers, she smoothed out the folds on the layered and intricate purple palace dress little by little.

Fenghua raised his eyes, the beautiful eyes with mist and mist flashed an extremely cold and sparkling water light, the tails of the eyes were slightly raised, and he squinted past.

The bright and bloodshot lips are lightly opened.

With a gorgeous voice, he asked quietly.

"Master Chitose wants to kill me?"

Ning Jiuque pursed her lips and said nothing.

She actually nodded and said:

"can."

Ning Jiuque's eyebrows twitched faintly.

Although they have known each other for a short time, they only met this Concubine Yong from a distance in the palace before, and they never had a close friendship, and today's in-depth knowledge is only limited to the body.

However, in this palace that cannibalize people without spit out bones, how smart and excellent is the nine thousand years old who has been thriving all the way?

A woman who has the audacity to do something like rape him will be willing to be obedient... to die?
--impossible.

Ning Jiuque looked at Fenghua, waiting patiently for her next words.

Fenghua raised his lips, and smiled charmingly: "Anyway, I'm dead, and I will be buried with Lord Qiantui, and it's also romantic to die under the peony flower, so why not do it?"

"What do you mean?" Ning Jiuque's tone turned cold suddenly, his eyes were cold and deep, as if he could break her neck anytime and anywhere.

"What does Lord Qiantose think?" Fenghua curled his red lips, but his smile didn't reach his eyes, and he said clearly, "My blood is not so delicious."

As she spoke, she raised her slender hand, brushed her long black hair lazily, her little fingers as white as jade curled up a strand of black silk from her temples, and hooked it behind her ear.

Exposing delicate jade ears as thin as cicada's wings.

On it, there is also a small tooth mark, which is bright red and ambiguous.

The action is not deliberate, but it is enough to seduce people.

Ning Jiuque's stunning eyebrows flashed a trace of hostility, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was like the calm before the storm, "Hand over the antidote."

He thought it was poison.

Fenghua resisted the discomfort between his legs, his clothes fluttered, and lotuses grew every step of the way, and he walked towards the man standing there in silver-purple robes and gorgeous clothes.

At a distance of one side, stand still.

She pointed to herself and said:

"The antidote is—me."

Her Majesty the Queen began to speak serious nonsense... No, make up stories.

"The name of this medicine is: Full Moon Love."

"It means that every night when the moon is full, Chinese medicine practitioners must have sex with people..."

"Otherwise, you will explode and die."

"Master Chitose and I both got the medicine 'Full Moon Love', and both of them detoxified each other, so the next full moon night, the only person who can detoxify the full moon love in Lord Chitose is me."

Looking at Ning Jiuque's stunning face that was almost expressionless, Fenghua raised his lips in a playful smile, raised his tone faintly, and asked with red lips: "Why, Lord Qiantose still wants to stick to his original intention and kill this princess, Let this underground palace become the resting place of this princess?"

Paused.

She smiled casually: "I would be very happy to go to the underworld with a beauty like Lord Qiantose...together."

"..."

Ning Jiuque looked at her coldly.

However, only if you look carefully, you will find that in fact, there is not much killing intent deep in those beautiful phoenix eyes.

full moon love.

Even though Ning Jiuque was well-informed, he had never heard of the existence of such a medicine—of course, because Her Majesty the Empress made it up and talked nonsense.

However, at such a moment of life and death, he didn't think Yan Qiyu would lie.

The man in the silver-purple robe and gorgeous clothes, the heavy and dark aura around him suddenly dissipated in an instant.

The oppressive feeling of extremely low air pressure disappeared without a trace.

Ning Jiuque raised his hand to pinch the woman's beautiful chin, and brought his red lips close to her. With an indistinguishable beautiful voice, secretly hiding hostility, he warned her word by word in a low voice, saying:

"Yan Qiyu, I will spare you this time, but if you dare to lie to me..."

(End of this chapter)