The next day, Qingli stepped onto the Shanyang slope in the morning light.

Xiahou Ze was still wearing a moon-white robe, standing on the sunny slope with his hands in his arms, with a graceful figure, with snow-white wide sleeves flowing like clouds, and his clothes were swaying in the west wind, as if in the next second, he would ride the wind and become an immortal.

"You're here?"

Xiahou Ze turned around and held a crape myrtle flower on Ruyu's fingers.

Qingli's forehead twitched, why did he hold a flower in his hand every time he saw him? What kind of hobby is this?

Xiahou Ze found her expression strange and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Why do you smile everywhere you go? Are you a flower fairy?" Qingli finally couldn't help it.

Xiahou Ze twitched his lips, and then he pretended to be sad and complained: "The flowers faded, the flowers flew all over the sky, and the fragrance faded, who would pity them? I just couldn't bear to see her falling into mud, just pity her fragrance and jade."

"Bah, the playboy is almost the same!" Qingli burst out laughing.

A burst of orchid fragrance came from the end of his nose. Qingli wrinkled his nose and smelled it. He found that the fragrance was coming from Xiahou Ze. He asked: "What incense did you use? It smells so good?"

"April Lan."

Qingli raised his eyebrows and joked with him, saying, "What a nice big man, what kind of powder to apply? He looks like a sissy!"

Xiahou Ze's ears were so angry that his ears turned red.

"Why are you so shy? When you get excited, your ears are red with sharp tips." Qing Li chuckled and reached out to pinch his pink ears.

Xiahou Ze did not hide and looked at her with his eyes.

After a long time, he said, "I thought you wouldn't come..."

Qingli didn't know what to say.

She didn't plan to come here at first, but after getting up this morning, she couldn't help but walk here.

Xiahou Ze had a faint black green at the moment, and his expression was much haggard than before.

In this battle of Jiaping Pass, Dongxia was defeated in the battle of Jiaping Pass, and the 100,000 troops were wiped out, causing heavy losses. Dongxia's vitality was severely damaged, and it may take several years to recuperate.

Qingli felt a little guilty, she always felt a little ashamed of Xiahou Ze.

"Qingli, can you go back to Dongxia with me? I will take good care of you." Xiahou Ze looked at her, his eyes full of expectation.

Qingli looked at the expectation he was attracted to, and his heart stinged slightly, saying, "Xiahouze, you are the emperor, and you will definitely have three palaces and six courtyards in the future. I can't tolerate my husband and other women, so I'm sorry."

"Is that true?" Xiahou Ze refused to comment, "But Murong Che is also the emperor, and he will have three palaces and six courtyards."

Qingli choked and said stutteringly: "He and I...I don't..."

"But your eyes tell me that you have him in your heart!" Xiahou Ze stared at her eyes tightly, as if he wanted to see the deepest part of her eyes.

Qingli looked away in panic, at a loss.

Xiahou Ze sighed softly and said, "He is your emperor uncle. If you are together, how many obstacles will you be affected? Do you know? Can you bear those accusations and insults?"

"I don't know." Qingli lowered his eyes darkly.

Xiahou Ze couldn't bear to see her so sad, so he hugged her in his arms with heartache.

"Silly girl, I'm just talking about it, and I won't really take you back to Dongxia. At present, Dongxia's vitality is severely damaged and it will take several years to cultivate and recuperate. The Western Jin Dynasty also needs to quell civil strife and implement new policies. Therefore, the two countries can temporarily maintain peace for more than ten years. But it's only more than ten years..."

Qingli understood what he meant.

As the saying goes, one mountain does not allow two tigers. If two powerful countries rely on each other, it will inevitably be difficult to maintain peace. With just one opportunity, it will lead to a war of annexation and encroachment.

One day, they will stand against the enemy again.

Xiahou Ze took out a small box from his sleeve and said, "You have had a miscarriage of blood, and your body has symptoms of deficiency and coldness, and you need to take good care of it. There is a box of pills. You can eat one pill every day with warm water, which will be good for your body."

"Thank you." Qing Li was a little moved.

Seeing that she was not prepared for her, Xiahou Ze couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you afraid that I will poison it?"

Qingli raised his face, his eyes filled with sunshine, and he smiled and said, "No, you are a good person."

Xiahou Ze's face froze, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart. Is he a good person? Haha, this is the first time someone commented on him like this.

"Qingli, you are too easy to trust others, so you will suffer sooner or later." He said helplessly, "Look, I wrote a letter to ask you to meet. You don't even have a guard and come alone. Are you not afraid that I will kidnap you?"

"I know, you won't." Qingli looked up at him.

Xiahou Ze's heart was softened by her. Yes, he couldn't.

Qingli stretched out his foot, kicked the grass under his feet, stared at the tip of his shoe, and after a while, he asked stutter, "Is there any antidote to the Huagong Powder you gave to my uncle?"

Xiahou Ze looked at her and felt a little uncomfortable.

Qingli couldn't hear his answer and was quite nervous.

"It's not impossible for you to want this antidote." Xiahou Ze took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, Qingli reached out to get it, but he shrank back and smiled badly, "But you need to pay a little price..."

Before he finished speaking, his lips were printed.

When Murong Che learned that Qingqing had left to see Xiahou Ze, he was immediately anxious. Regardless of everyone's obstruction, he rode a red horse and rushed to Danyang slope in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, when I rushed over, the first thing I saw was the scene of Xiahou Ze kissing Qingli.

Xiahou Ze looked provocatively at Murong Chefei, and deliberately bit Qingli's lips with his teeth. He licked it with satisfaction, then handed the small porcelain bottle in his hand to Qingli, saying, "It tastes good."

"You hooligan!" Qing Li stamped his feet in anger.

Xiahou Ze laughed loudly, and before Qingli could catch up and hit him, he used his light skills and jumped a few times and disappeared from sight.

Murong Che got off the horse and ran over. Seeing Qingli's bitten lips, his face turned completely dark, and his eyes were filled with fire.

"Emperor, Uncle..." Qing Li felt a little guilty. For some reason, he felt like he was caught in bed.

Ahhhh!

What caught the adulterer in the bed? What did she do? She did nothing! It was clearly the stinky hooligan Xiahouze that stinky hooligan kissed her! She finally saw clearly that no man had a good thing, all of them were stinky hooligans and naughty embryos!

Besides, if she hadn't asked for an antidote for Murong Che, would she have been molested by the stinky hooligan?

Qingli stared at Murong Che with grievance.

Murong Che stared at her bleeding lips with his eyes, suddenly picked up her face, lowered his head and kissed him hard.

The lips and tongue were domineering and rude, biting and sucking her lips like a beast, and her tongue penetrated into her mouth forcefully, sweeping around.

"Hiss...thiss!"

Qingli's lips were bitten through, and it hurt even more when he was ravaged like this.

She reached out to push him, but his chest was as hard as iron, and his hands were tightly clasped on her and could not push it away.

Murong Che kissed her greedily, as if he wanted to remove the breath left by Xiahou Ze.

While pushing and shoving, one was unstable. The two suddenly fell down to the hillside, hugged each other and rolled down the hillside.

When he rolled down the hillside, Qingli's clothes and hair were covered with grass chips, and he said without tears: "You bastard, do you want to kill me?"

Murong Che pressed on her and then blew up with satisfaction.

"Get up!" Qingli reached out and pushed him, pressing on her, like a pig, and died of death!

"Can't get up." Murong Che lay on her and was foolish.

Qingli glared at him fiercely, but the more fierce she stared, the more rogue he became. He pressed on her with peace of mind, and even stole a fragrance from her mouth.

Qing Li was defeated by him and said pitifully: "Get up, you will die hard when you press on me!"

Murong Che followed the good side, hugged her and quickly turned over, and turned her position backwards, and she went up and down.

"This will not be heavy."

"What do you want to do?" Qingli lay on him, feeling angry and struggling to get up.

But Murong Che hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear: "Jiu'er, didn't you say that as long as I wake up, you will agree to me whatever I want in the future? I heard it, don't regret it! Now, I just want to hold you well like this."

Qingli's face was red with shame.

She suddenly thought of the arrow wound on his chest, rolling down all the way, fighting and making trouble. She didn't know if she had touched the wound, so she hurriedly stood up to check.

A patch of blood was fainted from the clothes on his left chest.

"Uncle Emperor, your wound is cracked..." Qing Li said anxiously.

"Jiu'er, don't move, just like that, let me hug..."

Murong Che hugged her tightly, with a faint begging in her voice, which made her unable to bear to refuse and her heart ached.

"Well, I won't move." Qingli lay obediently on his chest.

The wind blows gently, the grass on the ground sways and white clouds float across the sky.

Murong Che hugged her with satisfaction. After a while, he said, "Jiu'er, I've thought about holding you like this for a long time."

Qingli lay on his chest, his heart slightly sad.

"Even if you don't admit it, I know you have me in your heart. It's just that you are afraid, so you dare not accept me, right? Jiuer, tell me, if I were not the emperor, you were not Princess Jing'an, and I am not your uncle, would you still reject me?" Murong Che asked.

"But you are my uncle..."

Murong Che looked at her quietly, suddenly raised his head and kissed her lips. The tip of his tongue gently depicted her lips, as if comforting, licked her wound gently.

After a long time, they separated and hung out of each other.
Chapter completed!