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"I don't believe it!"

She answered quickly and simply, leaving no room for manoeuvre.

It was as if if if she were only half an hour late, she would be trapped inside and unable to extricate herself.

Qin Huo's sincerity should only be on top of "Waking Palm of Myriad Miles Rivers and Mountains, Drunk Enjoying beauties like jade", and the two of them should not have anything to do with each other at this point in time.

Qingning walked away in big strides, leaving the person behind speechless.

Then there was the sound of running water, and then the echo of the man falling heavily into the water. The man's muffled cough reached her ear.

The person who was running away could not help but turn around. His almond-shaped eyes were filled with coldness and his long eyelashes were frosted over.

In a moment of anger, even she could not tell what she was feeling.

With the Thousand Cold Poison still around, he didn't know how much effort Godly Doctor Ye had put into saving his life.

The pond was still warm and cold even in the early summer, so how could it be that his body was cold? He didn't want to risk his life, so at least let the people who worked for him catch their breath.

With his brain heating up, he turned around and returned back to the side of the pond. Qingning frowned and stretched out her hand towards the scourge.

A person that could cause the downfall of a nation in the water, after putting her hand on it, no longer had any intention of letting go.

Her black eyes revealed a faint trace of a smile, "Actually, it's not that you don't believe me, but it's because you fear love and fear, and don't dare to come close to me."

Qingning's face turned cold, she had just flung his hand halfway when she was pulled into his embrace.

It was extremely warm in front of her, but it just happened to burn inside her body and then melt without a sound.

Fear of love?

Qingning became silent. If it was her feelings towards this scourge, it was because she didn't want to be near it? Not dare to come close?

The word 'difference' was very different from her personality.

He didn't dare... These two words really didn't seem like they would appear on her body at all.

Half of Qin Huo's body was leaning against her body, and the look of someone who had already predicted that she would turn back was really making her fists secretly itch.

His thin lips slightly moved, causing Qingning to retort unhappily: "Shut your mouth!"

Thinking about it, in his twenty odd years of life, Prince Rong had never been stopped by a woman like this either.

He had originally thought that with his arrogant and delicate temperament, she would be able to walk a bit more comfortably in this part of the journey.

Who would have thought that he would just gently extend his hand and touch the mottled mark on her face?

"Does it still hurt?"

"Not bad!"

Qin Huo asked very softly, her tone so gentle that the moonlight almost melted into a pool of spring water.

He had heard her cry and seen her panic and helplessness when she looked down at her mottled face in the water.

Because she knew all of this, she knew her pride even more clearly. She never needed the slightest bit of pity from others.

Qingning answered it so easily, that he could not help but laugh, an ordinary girl should be able to find a shoulder to rely on, crying about the grievances and fear that he had suffered during these many days, and saying everything that he was hesitating to answer.

But his girl was never an ordinary woman.

"Qingqing, it can't be that you feel that you are unworthy of me because your appearance is disfigured, that's why you avoid me like this?"

He stopped abruptly and looked at her solemnly as he spoke.

Qingning couldn't move his feet at all and he couldn't help but say angrily: "Qin Huo, has anyone told you before? Are you really annoying when you talk too much? "

It was rare for that person, who was usually a little frightened, to say so much, but she actually gave up on him.

His expression did not change, and his eyes were dark. "Answer me!"

Qingning thought about it, and felt that Qin Huo was sometimes really stubborn, the more you don't face him directly, the more he could display his knowledge.

What was terrifying was that his understanding of the world was almost always the same as it was in reality.

Thus, she looked into his eyes, her lips showing a hint of coldness. "If I say yes, would you be satisfied?"

At this time, the two of them were already very far from the pool. The night wind had completely drenched her, causing her heart to suddenly feel cold.

After her consciousness had returned to normal, she found herself facing the sleeping quarters of Feng Long Yu, where she was currently staying.

It was already late in the night. Even the maid who had been keeping vigil had left.

Qingning pushed the body that was halfway on her shoulder onto a large tree to the side. He was slightly out of breath, and even his tone had become a bit colder.

Qin Huo held her hand tightly and did not let go.

"I know your face will be better. But... What makes you think I'm a heartless person who looks down on faces? "

Your entire Beiqin knows how good your Prince Rong is!

He still remembered clearly that Zhang He said that he would change his mind when he sees her!

Qingning had a nagging feeling that tonight's opening method was wrong. It was not strange for this to come out of someone's mouth, but this was a disaster.

Why, she couldn't help but want to laugh?

When the temperature dropped to a freezing point, it would melt fast. Even when it melted, it wasn't slow at all.

She quickly entered the house, and just as she was about to close the door, she saw that person's jade-like palm reach in and block the last crack.

Just as he used all his strength, he suddenly heard that person say: "Do you still remember Feng Fu Liu?"

"More than remembering?

Even in her dreams, she would cut the head of her sworn enemy into a thousand pieces. Even skinning it wouldn't be enough to quell the hatred in her heart.

Was Fu Liu surnamed Feng?

If the wind was the surname of Xiheng, then would Fu Liu, whose surname was spread far and wide with such a cunning doctor, actually have any great relationship with Xiheng Royal Family?

Hearing this, her hands paused for a moment.

Qin Huo had already taken the chance to enter the room.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, dodging all the obstacles in the room, and rolled into the bed with unerring accuracy.

"Your guess is correct. Twenty years ago, when the Xiheng palace changed, the entire Xuanyuan clan was killed, and the eldest son of the emperor went missing. Until now, it's still unclear whether he's dead or alive!"

"So …"

Almost every generation of the dynasty would be massacred, with the target being either a master of meritorious deeds or a crafty rabbit …

Fu Liu did not reveal his true face for a long time, and could only identify that he was a young man from the sound of his voice. His actions were extremely strange and vicious, and yet he could freely move around using the secret passage in Xuanji City.

"The Overlord Painting has always been a pile of bones. I don't care if Fu Liu wants to take back what belongs to him! "But he touched my people …"

The aura around Qin Huo's body suddenly turned cold, "I will definitely call him a person who has no fate with what he wants!"

What was his name?

Speaking of which, why did she feel that it was weird?

Fu Liu was very familiar with all the various mechanisms in Xuanji City, so this was his territory.

Qingning was about to go behind the tent to change his clothes when he seemed to have thought of something, raised his eyes and asked: "Did you come alone?"

The relationship between Xiheng and them was not considered friendly, and there were even some small fights at the border. If he dared to take the risk alone, she really had nothing to say.

The person on the bed was startled, then laughed: "Isn't there still Zhang He?"

Qingning ground his teeth, and was about to go berserk for a moment.

She knew that the Prince Rong was an awesome class. It was not a problem to block a thousand, but she never thought that this person could actually do such a thing.

What about his brain?

Or should he be called extremely arrogant?

It was true that Zhang He was a living person, but he was a doctor that was as weak as a chicken.

In the darkness of the night, he saw her expression suddenly change and felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart.

He grabbed Qingning, whose clothes were just half tied up, and carried him back to the bed.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "It's late at night, ma'am."