The door was gently closed, and all the palace guests in the main hall retreated. It was as quiet as a ghost inside.
The fake emperor's eyes were still cruel, and he slowly sat down in front of the dragon couch, but raised his hand slightly and touched Shi Qing's face behind the veil.
His hands trembled as he slowly moved back and forth on the veil, then gently lifted it.
There was a shocking crimson color in front of me, and there was a large piece of red stuff on my fair face, which was very ugly.
The corners of the fake emperor's lips raised slightly, sneering, but there were tears in his eyes.
"I knew you were not dead. You were so arrogant, how could you die so easily?"
As if talking to himself, the fake emperor threw the veil to the ground, leaned over and hugged Shi Qing tightly.
Tears fell on Shiqing's face, feeling cold for a while.
With tears in his eyes and pain in his heart, the fake emperor choked lightly, but suddenly seemed to remember something, and squeezed the thick sheets tightly with his big hands.
Child? Isn’t her child already six months old? Now, where does this child come from? Whose child is it?
A flash of hatred immediately flashed in his eyes. The fake emperor bit his lower lip tightly, and suddenly a flash of viciousness flashed across his face.
No matter whose child she is carrying in her belly, since God allows him to meet her again, then, even if she dies, she must be her own ghost!
After waiting all night, the fake emperor looked at Shi Qing's ruined half of his face and stroked it gently back and forth.
He would have no idea that it was just a trick made with paint.
The fingertips trembled slightly, Shiqing's long eyelashes flickered slightly, and she tried hard to open her eyes.
But when she saw the familiar bright yellow curtain, she felt dizzy.
Where is she?
She felt a force in her hand unconsciously, and looked sideways. Shiqing was stunned for a while, but after regaining consciousness, Shiqing immediately withdrew her hand.
"Are you awake?"
The fake emperor was woken up by Shi Qing and was drowsy. He had not slept all night last night. He stretched out his hand to touch Shi Qing's forehead to make sure that there was no fever, and then ordered Xiao Lizi to get medicine.
When Xiao Lizi came in with the medicine bowl, he almost spilled the contents in his hand.
The familiar face on the dragon couch, half of which looks like a disfigured woman, isn't it the deceased Empress Xiaoxian?
"Emperor... Royal Concubine..."
Little Plum didn't know what to call him, but his hands were trembling, thinking he had seen a ghost.
"Why don't you hurry up and get the medicine!"
The fake emperor had an angry face, took the medicine bowl from Xiao Lizi's hand, suddenly looked at Shi Qing very tenderly, and raised his lips slightly.
"My dear concubine, take the medicine."
"Beloved concubine?"
Shiqing's eyes widened. When did she become the concubine of this dog emperor?
"Xue'er, I finally found you. You make me think so hard."
Holding Shi Qing's hand tightly with one hand, and holding the medicine bowl in the other hand, the fake emperor had sadness in his eyes. If Shi Qing hadn't known that his identity was fake, he might have mistakenly thought that this was Ming Qingyue.
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The medicine brought to her mouth had a pungent smell, and Shiqing hurriedly stopped talking.
Xiao Lizi looked at it and felt worried in his heart. This emperor was ruthless and ruthless, and he was not the same emperor as before.
"Get out!"
With a wave of his hand and an angry shout, the fake emperor ordered Xiao Lizi and others to go down, and suddenly looked at Shi Qing with scarlet eyes.
It was this stubborn face and this demeanor that he hated!
After taking a big gulp of the medicine, the fake emperor roughly pulled Shi Qing's head over, and then placed his lips on it deeply.
As soon as his big hand pinched Shiqing's neck, a warm current slid down. It was bitter.
But immediately, Shiqing took a bite and stared at the man angrily.