Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Only by getting the residue can you know what medicine was used.

Tomorrow is the time to take the medicine this month, and Qi Yu volunteered to go to the palace to steal the medicine residue.

After all, among this group of people, he is the best at Qinggong.

What's more, Jiang Que is a person of very bad character. He doesn't trust others with matters concerning his life and property.

Seeing Qi Yu's completely convinced look, Gong Shang Hongyuan looked gloomy, and hesitated to speak, and finally sighed.

This person Jiang Que.

Hard to comment.

I just hope Qi Yu is not wrong.

Because he was not sure when the people in the palace would boil the medicine, Qi Yu went to wait there early in the morning.

When he packed up the medicine residue and stole it back, the palace servant who had delivered the medicine was just leaving with an empty bowl.

Qi Yu rushed into Jiang Que's bedroom and threw the wrapped medicine residue at him with an unsightly look on his face.

"You knew the medicine was poisonous, but you still drank it. If you want to die, there's no need to go through so much trouble. Tell me and I'll send you straight to see the King of Hell."

Qi Yu's chest was heaving, and it was obvious that he was very angry and fuming.

After drinking the medicine, Jiang Que felt less afraid of the cold. He changed into the purple robe he often wore and got out of bed. He stood in front of the wardrobe to choose a waist belt to wear to attend Chu Yichen's wedding.

Seeing Qi Yu rushing into the room in a rage, he was hit on the back by the medicine bag.

Jiang Que was not annoyed. He adjusted his wide cuffs, bent down, picked up the medicine residue that fell on the ground, and gently flicked the dust off with his slender and beautiful fingers.

He smiled gently: "We have been drinking for so many years, there is no need to rush for a moment."

Jiang Que put the medicine residue on the table beside him, reached out to pull Qi Yu, who was still angry, into his arms, and kissed him on the forehead: "Thank you for your hard work."

The more Jiang Que acted like this, the more uncomfortable Qi Yu felt.

I don't plan to be angry with him anymore. At least he told me about it.

In such a huge court, only a few people knew that Jiang Que was poisoned.

Qi Yu put his arm around his waist, rested his chin on his shoulder, looked up at his jawline and asked, "What were you looking for just now?"

Jiang Que held Qi Yu in his arms, and they slowly moved to the wardrobe. Jiang Que pointed his chin at the wardrobe and said, "Look, I'm thinking about which outfit will look best on me for Chu Yichen's wedding tomorrow, and how to match the accessories with the waist seal and hair crown."

After all, he was going to attend the wedding banquet of Qi Yu's ex-boyfriend, so he had to dress up well and impress those people.

Qi Yu looked at the cabinet full of almost identical purple clothes and fell silent.

Is this still something you need to worry about?

You can change ten outfits a day and no one will notice you changed clothes.

With Qi Yu's help, Jiang Que chose a...purple dress.

The whole country celebrates Chu Yichen’s wedding.

Chu Yichen was wearing a bright red wedding dress and an official hat. He rode his beloved BMW that had accompanied him to the battlefield, and walked in front with his head held high.

The wedding procession was so long that there was no end in sight.

He married the daughter of Master Chen, with a grand wedding of ten miles of red makeup.

The wedding procession had to go from the Taifu Mansion to Prince Jingxuan's Mansion, and the road in front of Jiang Mansion was the only way to go.

Jiang Que was wearing a light blue shirt today, with a warm white fox fur coat draped over his shoulders, and his long hair tied up with a silver-white hair crown. He stood at the gate of the Jiang Mansion and watched the wedding procession pass by.

In the cold winter, amidst the mist, the man had a fair face and an extraordinary appearance, like a god descended to earth.

It started snowing lightly in the sky, and in the drifting snow, a young man in black clothes came out of the mansion holding a misty oil-paper umbrella.

She stood beside the man, holding the oil-paper umbrella over his head to shield him from the wind and snow.

The wedding procession passed by happily beating drums and gongs and playing suona.

Although they are in the same picture, the atmosphere is different.

Jiang Que looked back and saw the young man. His brows suddenly softened. He stretched out his hand from the warm white fox fur and took the oil-paper umbrella from the young man.

He opened his cloak and wrapped the thinly dressed boy in his arms, and his eyes fell on Chu Yichen who was walking in front.