If you don't go...

Jiangxue's poison could not be cured that night.

It is difficult to go or not to go.

He was in trouble, and Ye Jiangxue was in trouble as well.

The long purple eyes were fixed on Ye Jiangxue's face. This silly fox was alone in the huge Chaohuang Palace. Did he stay up all night just thinking about this matter...

"I would rather die than push me to Xuanyuan Jing... Jiangxue... Your Majesty... You are so stupid that it makes me feel bad." The words he muttered to himself drifted out.

It was also at this moment that Yan Junqing clearly understood the dedication of the woman in his arms. She was proud and withdrawn, arbitrary, insecure, and even unscrupulous, but all her gentleness, her most precious thing, her beautiful appearance, she was full of love.

All my heart and mind were given to him, Yan Junqing.

It's just him.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly outside the carved peach wood window.

The morning style is cool, fresh and clear, bringing with it the night temperature, blowing away all the tangled knots.

While Yan Junqing and the little fox were sleeping in each other's arms, in an inn in the imperial city, Ling Ziliang was in great pain, his whole body was stiff, and he was worse than dead.

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He had thick dark circles under his eyes, and Meng Xian had been able to use various methods to get him into bed in the past few days.

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Every night he guarded Meng Xian like a thief, fearing that if he was not careful, his innocence would be destroyed.

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Finally, he started to doze off even while walking. If this continues, the dashing and suave Ling Ziliang will probably sacrifice his life for justice and die heroically.

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Helpless, Meng Xian was in a good mood these past few days, ogling him day and night, showing off his energy. Seeing his sometimes helpless look, he was always secretly happy in his heart.

After all, Ling Ziliang couldn't stand such a persistent pursuit.

So, it was breakfast time again, and while he was eating the delicacies and delicacies on the table, he felt Meng Xian's soft body constantly approaching, and he always felt very different and uncomfortable in his heart.

Meng Xian's charming and enchanting eyes stared at him, with a smile that would captivate a country, and another smile that would captivate a city.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound that made his smile freeze instantly on his face. Ling Ziliang's chopsticks slammed on the table, he glared angrily and said coldly: "I won't let anyone eat anymore!"

Disgust and annoyance flashed across his eyes, and the sleepiness of the past few days had made the circles under his eyes thick and dark, like a sleep-deprived panda.

"Why don't you want to eat?" Meng Xian was dumbfounded, with endless grievances blooming in his peach blossom eyes. He raised his bare hands lightly, his crimson clothes were like blooming peonies, picked up the chicken legs on the table and comforted softly: "Come, eat.

Well, I see you have a bad temper recently, and you have also lost a lot of weight."

Hearing this, Ling Ziliang gave him a big eye roll angrily!

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Being with this dead man and demon, life is worse than death every day, how can you not lose weight? Ling Ziliang sighed secretly, looked at the sky and was speechless, suddenly feeling that the future was infinitely dark.

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His haggard and pale face looked helplessly at the fragrant chicken drumsticks in the bowl, without any desire to eat them.

Glancing sideways at Meng Xian beside him, he finally broke out: "I said... Xiaoxian, Xianxian, Xianbao, uncle, can you let me go and leave me alone for a while?"

Even lovers between a man and a woman may not see each other sometimes. I am afraid that even the relationship between husband and wife is not as annoying as that between him and Meng Xian.
Chapter completed!