Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 254 Young Master's Body is Delicate and Soft, Not Easy to Push Down (20)

Bei'er's expression was slightly taken aback.

After regaining consciousness, with an awkward smile on his face and a guilty look in his icy blue eyes, he looked out the window of the carriage and couldn't help complaining secretly in his heart.

She knew that today this guy came to settle accounts after Qiuhou, and he started to mention the matter of the Jiaofang Secretary before he arrived at Yunwu Mountain.

She went to the Jiaofang Division that day to hide her identity very well. Except for the black-bellied Sikong Zhao in front of her, no one recognized her as the empress dowager, let alone any rumors about her going to the Jiaofang Division to find the oiran. Now Even if she was beaten to death, she would not admit that the person that day was herself.

Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that Jiaofangsi's territory is yours, you would know where you went that day, let alone pretend to be Yan Yi with a half mask on your face, now it's time to question yourself.

Hmph~ In the end, I went to the Jiaofang Division because of you, but because I was curious to see which little fairy hooked your soul, otherwise she would not be interested in that kind of place.

After Bei'er had figured all this out in her heart, she calmed down, stretched out her slender hand to pick up the jasper teacup on the red sandalwood tea table, took a sip of the tea with her lips, and said in a flat tone: "My Highness has always been Keeping yourself clean, I have never been to a fireworks site like Jiaofangsi, so I don’t know where Zhao’er heard the rumors? It’s so confusing, it seems that the Governor of Kyoto should check it out.”

Sikong Zhao tilted his head slightly, his cold moon-like eyes were full of disbelief.

The youthful clear voice said with a bit of sadness: "Zhao'er heard from my eldest sister, she told Zhao'er that you should not think that you are a bit pretty, it is great to be canonized as the king's husband, but I saw it in the Jiaofang Division today. Your Highness the Empress Dowager, Your Highness directly approached Yan Yi, the oiran of the Jiaofang Division, and said that he admired his piano skills and talent. The two of them stayed in the room for an hour before His Highness left. Do you think the two of them had sex in the room what?"

"So what did His Highness and that oiran do in the room?"

Bei Er's icy blue eyes stared fixedly at Si Kong Zhao, don't you know what he did?Still come to ask me?
She didn't want to get too entangled in this issue at all, otherwise there would be no way to end it. Suddenly she stretched out her hand and gently pushed Sikong Zhao's shoulder, and he was pushed down on the carriage, and then she stepped on sit on him.

"Zhao'er, are you jealous?" Gently lifted a strand of his hair, wrapped it around his plain fingertips, raised the corners of his mouth, and asked with a playful look in his eyes.

Sikong Zhao was at a loss for her sudden movement.

Why does this woman always put herself under her body at every turn? It was the same way last time in Jiaofang Division.

It's really too shameful, the hot temperature of her skin is transmitted through the clothes, a little itchy, he is very strange to this feeling, it makes him have the urge to hug someone fiercely in his arms .

Bei Er didn't know why, but felt a vigilance that gave her goosebumps, and slowly dispersed from the whole body of the person under her. She hurriedly wanted to get up and leave, but her wrist was bound by someone.

Suddenly, as soon as he exerted force, she fell into his arms, and with her ears pressed against his slightly thin chest, she heard his strong heartbeat, which sounded like a drum beating.

It hit her mind one after another, and she lost the ability to think for a while.

"Cough cough." A light cough sounded from under her body, she lowered her eyes slightly, only to see the snow-white complexion of the man below her.

She was dressed in a brocade gown dressed in white clothes, and her black hair was tied behind a hairpin. At this moment, because she was lying down, it was scattered on the carriage. There was a slight smile on her bright red lips, and the red moles at the corners of her eyes followed His smile made that face even more stunning and confusing.

Bei Er gradually stared blankly.

Those eyes like the cold moon were blurred with blood at the moment, just looking at her so fixedly, his Adam's apple rolled, "Your Highness, what is jealousy, Zhao'er doesn't understand."

As soon as the words fell, I saw him coughing again and again.

The beauty is sick and weak, and the way she coughs makes people feel so beautiful that she can't take her eyes off her.

She quickly rummaged through her sleeves and found a milky white porcelain bottle, peeled off the lid, poured out the black stuff inside, stretched out her fingertips and gently handed it to his lips.

At this time, all of Bei'er's movements were synthesized in one go, without any pause.

Sikong Zhao slightly parted his lips and swallowed the pill.

Bei'er looked at Sikong Zhao very seriously, and asked in a warm voice, "Is it better?"

Sikong Zhao's long black eyelashes trembled for a moment, he looked at Bei'er, and asked with some concern in his voice, "Why does Your Highness want to save me?"

Bei'er was stared at by him, inexplicably feeling a little bit guilty besides being nervous.

After all, his cold poison was caused by the original body. He gently pulled his wrist out of his hand, looked at him seriously with icy blue eyes and said, "Sikong Zhao, I have always felt guilty, After all, your cold poison relapsed because of me. If I hadn’t been so unruly and self-willed at that time, maybe you wouldn’t have to suffer from monthly cold poison. To cure your cold poison, are you willing to let me cure it?"

When Sikong Zhao heard her words, he clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves.

Since he was a child, he has suffered from the recurrence of cold poison every month. He really hurts, but every time he gritted his teeth and persisted, and the belief that allowed him to persist was to give the woman in front of him a thousand swords. Cut to pieces.

Now she actually said that she wanted to cure her cold poison?

So what about the hardships he suffered?
"Zhao'er's body is dilapidated, what's the difference between being rescued and not being rescued?" His voice was somewhat sad, which made people feel a little suffocated.

Bei'er stretched out his hand, covered his painful eyes, and said in a positive and serious tone, "Sikong Zhao, I really want to make amends, I know you must hate me so much in your heart, you can't wait to kill me!" Me? After all, I harmed you. It doesn’t matter if you hate me and want to kill me, but I will never allow you to give up on yourself. As long as you are willing to let me cure you, I will definitely cure your cold poison completely Yes, you just need to tell me if you want me to cure it or not."

Sikong Zhao felt the always warm little hands attached to his eyes, and her sincere words in his ears, and he began to feel a little doubtful in his heart.

What does she want to do?
For the first time, Sikong Zhao felt that there was nothing he could do to take this woman. He clearly wanted to cut her into pieces, but at this moment, he actually felt a little bit reluctant to let her die.

On the contrary, there was an idea of ​​wanting to imprison her.

What's wrong with him now?
(End of this chapter)