"Haha, Lieutenant General Qi, you don't have to believe it, but this is an effective method. It's up to you, Prince, whether you want to bleed or not."

"Well, Miss Mengtan is right. No matter what, I will bleed Rui'er." While several people were arguing, Gong Chenjue spoke up.

"Your Majesty is worthy of being a prince. He really behaves like a man. Please take your time and prepare. I want to go and rest."

She is not a slave who only serves others. When Gong Chenjue treats her like this, she has to regain her dignity.

"Well, that's good, Miss Mengtan, I'll ask someone to arrange a place for you." Although Gong Chenjue was anxious, he saw a look of fatigue on the face of the girl in green. At that moment, he felt that he was just

It's so reckless. They have been rushing on the road these past few days without much rest, especially the girl in front of them. I really don't know how she persisted.[

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Soon Huang Beile stayed in the palace arranged by Gong Chenjue's messenger, and there were two maids waiting there.

Huang Beile walked into the room and looked at everything that was familiar yet unfamiliar. This was the Seventh Prince's Mansion where she came three months ago. She never expected that she would be back now.

There are places where he wants to get rid of him completely, but he always lingers over and over again.

It's not that I don't want to leave, it's that there are too many painful memories left here that I wish to forget. How can I leave because my hatred is hard to get rid of.

At that time, she was wrapped in water-colored glass-like palace gauze, sitting among flowers, with a smile like a flower.

But now it is sad to see things, and sadness comes from it. Anger and worry are mixed together.

Huang Beile asked two maids to bring hot water, then took a bath in the fragrant soup, ate some snacks, and then fell asleep. It was getting dark now.

In the dream, she smelled the fragrance of lilies and various flowers. She felt that her whole mind was fascinated by the fragrance of flowers.

The night was dim, but in the palace, Gong Chenjue's bedroom was filled with candlelight.

At this moment, he was sitting at the table, drinking one glass of wine after another. His eyes seemed to be filled with ice crystals.

There was also a delicate small bowl and a gleaming dagger on the table.

After drinking for three rounds, Gong Chenjue stood up and looked at the dagger, his eyes darkening.

Suddenly he picked it up, then looked at his left hand and slashed it with a knife. The blood continued to fall into the bowl below.

After a while, there was half a bowl of blood. Even if Gong Chenjue was sober and bleeding with his bare hands, he really felt like a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. Moreover, he felt a little dizzy.

Suddenly he stopped his hand, and then tapped an acupuncture point on his arm. The blood stopped flowing. Then he picked up the gold wound medicine next to him and sprinkled it on the wound, and wrapped it with gauze. And he watched

The whip marks still on his body reminded me of the girl in green this afternoon for some reason.

Her stubbornness, her coldness, and her intelligence were all things he could never forget.

Smiling bitterly, what's wrong with him? Since she left, he rarely thinks of other women.

There can be no woman other than her in his eyes and in his heart. He is really sick.[

"Brother Chen, are you there? Rui'er is here to bring you food."
Chapter completed!