Gu Nianqing's mind is different from that of the imperial courtiers. He always feels that everything about her should be told to her frankly, and then let her make her own decisions! All he has to do is support her unconditionally!

"But why would I bring danger to the Palace officials?" Jiang qiao'er felt that such trouble had never stopped since she entered the palace house!

"Because of the status of Palace officials. Also because you will affect the mood of Palace officials. You can become his weakness."

Miss Qing's voice was cold.

Hearing Gu Nianqing's words, Jiang Qiao's ear was silent for a long time before she asked again, "how long has it been?"

Only Gu Nianqing came alone. She has been back to Shengya for a long time, but she still met some danger!

"Love for a long time... Left." Gu Nianqing's dark eyes took a deep look at Jiang Qiao's ears, hesitated, and said as it was.

When he waited for the news of Jiang qiao'er, the hospital had called and said that the rescue was invalid.

"Leave? Dead?" impossible! When she left, she said that Haiming inkstone was her own! Now haimingyan is standing in front of them. How can she die! impossible! I'm not dead!

"Dead."

Gu Nianqing definitely looked at Jiang Qiao's ear. The silent eyes like ink painting are full of sadness.

"Don't be too sad. Any of us may leave at any time. It's hard to avoid."

Gu Nianqing looked at Jiang Qiao's ear and closed her eyes in pain. The way tears fell down her cheeks was very distressing.

When Gu Nianqing raised her hand to wipe away her tears, Jiang Qiao's ear obviously stepped back. Tearful eyes whirling at Gu Nianqing: "I hate all this!"

Is it because of an identity that she nearly died! It's because of an identity that I lost my life for a long time!

Why is this!

"You..." Gu Nianqing wanted to say something more, but before he finished, there was a cold voice behind him.

"Hate can't escape."

Gong Yuchen got out of the car and stood upright in a black suit on the open square. The neat hairline makes him look very handsome and capable.

"Imperial palace official?"

Jiang Qiao Er, who was still disgusted with her identity as a palace family one second ago, suddenly stopped crying when she heard the voice of the palace courtiers. Dark apricot eyes

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