Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Three days later, as darkness fell over the capital, the news of the Prime Minister's death was like a thunderclap, causing a huge uproar in the capital.

In the streets and alleys, people gathered in groups of three or five, whispering to each other, saying that the prime minister was possessed by an evil spirit, and became crazy and stupid for three days, and eventually died.

In the mourning hall, Lin Qinghuai was wearing a plain white gown, with a slender and upright figure, kneeling quietly in front of the coffin.

His handsome face was elegant, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips tightly pursed, but at this moment it was full of sadness and fatigue.

The flickering flames danced in the mourning hall, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

"Young master, Miss Youran is here." A little boy hurried in and said.

Lin Qinghuai slowly stood up, his expression still filled with deep sadness.

Chu Youran was wearing a plain white dress with fluttering sleeves, like a blooming white lotus.

She walked in and took off the hat on her head, revealing her soft and somewhat dignified face.

Chu Youran stepped forward and hugged Lin Qinghuai, her tone full of comfort, "Qinghuai."

Lin Qinghuai hugged her back, his voice low, as if coming from far away, "You Ran, my father was murdered."

Chu Youran was startled, her eyes wide open, "Who is it?"

The wind blew quietly, blowing the curtains of the mourning hall and making a slight sound.

Who dares to kill Lin Haisong in the capital? Who has the ability to do so?

"Quan Jiuxi." Lin Qinghuai said slowly, his tone as heavy as if a thousand-pound rock was pressing down on him.

Chu Youran's eyes widened in disbelief, "How did she do that?"

"If I'm not miscalculated, it was poison." Lin Qinghuai said.

“Is there any evidence?”

"No, and no one would believe that she would be so unscrupulous at the foot of the Imperial City."

Chu Youran pondered for a moment, "You are wrong, she is so unscrupulous. You forgot, more than two months ago, Zhou Qi."

"Why did she kill my father?" Lin Qinghuai paused slightly, frowned, and was confused. What kind of hatred could have caused the other party to do such a cruel thing?

"It must be that tyrant." Chu Youran said, her tone firm and resolute.

Lin Qinghuai cast his gaze toward the moonlight outside. The watery moonlight poured down onto the ground, a silvery white. Could it be him? If it really was that tyrant...

"You Ran, is that what you mentioned completed?"

Chu Youran smiled slightly, and that smile seemed particularly gentle and soft in the moonlight, "There is only one last step left."

"Good! Good, Youran, I'm lucky to have you by my side. You are truly my lucky star. When my great cause is accomplished, you will be my queen."

Lin Qinghuai's eyes were shining with excitement and anticipation, and his expression was excited.

Chu Youran snuggled shyly in his arms and said in a soft voice, "Brother Qinghuai."

Lin Qinghuai looked at Chu Youran, his eyes full of affection. He slowly approached. Chu Youran raised her head slightly, her eyes full of anticipation and shyness.

The two people's breathing gradually intertwined, and Lin Qinghuai kissed Chu Youran's lips.

After a long time, they slowly separated, and there was a little more heat in each other's eyes.

"However, although there is no evidence at present, we can create evidence."

Lin Qinghuai's lips curled up into a malicious smile.

The emperor has always been suspicious by nature. Even if he was the mastermind behind this incident, he didn't believe that the emperor would not be wary of Quan Jiuxi being able to break into the Prime Minister's Mansion so easily.

My father's death must not be in vain.

The night grew darker, and the gentle breeze blew by, but it could not blow away the haze brought about by the conspiracy.

……

"Xiaoyi, which department did the little villain escape from? Is he a ghost or a demon?"

Quan Jiuxi lay lazily on the roof, holding a glass of Tuya wine in his hand, looking up at the full moon sky, with a bit of confusion on his face.

The moonlight gently fell on her, outlining her graceful figure.

The waterfall-like black hair is scattered casually on the tiles, like a beautiful painting.

[Sir, it should be a ghost.] Xiaoyi's voice sounded in Quan Jiuxi's mind. He was not quite sure about the specific identity of the little villain. After all, the Lord God had never mentioned it.

"Hey, how much progress has been made in the strategy now?" Quan Jiuxi sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

【Sir, forty percent.】

"General, why are you drinking alone here?"

A magnetic voice sounded behind Quan Jiuxi, and footsteps were slowly approaching.

Quan Jiuxi knew that he was the villain without even looking at him. After all, he was the only one who could come to the Marshal's mansion in the middle of the night.

"Your Majesty, why are you here so late at night?"

Quan Jiuxi raised his brows slightly and looked at Di Cangming who was sitting beside him.

Di Cangming did not answer, but poured himself a glass of wine and drank it.

The moonlight illuminated his face, outlining his angular features.

The narrow and long phoenix eyes are slightly raised, with a faint blush at the corners of the eyes, like blooming peach blossoms, enchanting and charming.

His thick eyelashes were like feather fans, casting a shadow under his eyelids.

Under the straight nose, the thin lips were slightly raised, with a faint smile, "Good wine."

"This is the strongest liquor. Can you handle it?"

"General, you seem to feel that I am not in good health?"

When Quan Jiuxi raised his head, he was caught off guard by a pair of dark eyes.

"Your Majesty, this is for your own good!" Quan Jiuxi said earnestly.

Di Cangming stared at Quan Jiuxi. The girl was so unrestrained and free, so vivid and lively. He admitted his dark thoughts at the moment and wanted to hold her moonlight in his hands.

Maybe it was the first time he saw her, or maybe it was because he had seen her countless times in the Marshal's Mansion, and that was when he felt at peace.

He admitted that he had never been a good person and that he wanted to get what he wanted: power and the world.

He doesn't need women, doesn't need a harem, and doesn't believe in love.

But the beating of my heart at this moment reminds me that except for the girl in front of me, everything else is just an illusion.

But she was an eagle soaring in the sky, and the abyss of this palace was enough to bury him alone.

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about?"

Quan Jiuxi patted Di Cangming's shoulder with a puzzled tone.

Di Cangming came back to his senses and looked at the face that suddenly approached him. There was a hint of ridicule in his tone, but his slightly clenched fists revealed his inner thoughts.

"Our Great Xia God of War just returned to the capital and killed an important official of the imperial court and a member of the royal family?"

His knuckles turned white from the force, and it was obvious that he was trying hard to suppress some strong emotions.

"What? You want to convict me?" Quan Jiuxi's eyes turned cold and he stared straight at Di Cangming.

Di Cangming's eyes deeply carved every inch of the girl, and a flash of paranoia flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled lightly, "How could it be, after all, General Quan is...doing justice for the heavens."

Quan Jiuxi nodded seriously, it was indeed true.

Emperor Cangming looked up at the sky and whispered, "How does the moonlight in the capital compare to that in the border areas?"

"Of course not," Quan Jiuxi looked at the bright moon.

But it is much better than modern times, with no smog and no pollution.

"My teacher once told me that the moonlight in the frontier is blood red, right?"

Quan Jiuxi didn't care that she didn't say "Zhen", "You can go and see it if you have a chance. The night in the borderland is very beautiful."

But everyone was fighting at that time, and she was the only one who had the time to enjoy the scenery.

I'm so bored.

"Maybe there is no chance." There was an inexplicable meaning in Di Cangming's voice.

He wouldn't have lived many years, even in good health.

After Di Cangming finished speaking, he leaped into the courtyard, his clothes fluttering in the wind, like an immortal descending to earth.

He stood tall and straight, his every move revealing his high spirits. "General Quan, may I borrow your sword?"

Quan Jiuxi didn't understand why, but he still threw his sword over.

Di Cangming held the sword tightly in his hand. The moonlight was like water, reflecting his handsome yet seductive face.

He flicked his wrist, and the long sword drew a graceful arc in the air. As the sword flowers flashed, one could almost hear the whistling of the wind.

His posture is agile and his movements are sharp. Every move is full of power, giving people a strong sense of fighting spirit.

The flying hair and sharp eyes all demonstrate his confidence and dominance.

Quan Jiuxi was slightly stunned. It was Beige Sword Dance.

It was used to boost the morale of the Quan family army before the battlefield, and it once made countless soldiers' blood boil. Now it is reappearing in this quiet courtyard, but it has a different flavor.

Seeing the little villain like this, it would have been a shame not to go to the battle, but it’s a pity that he was destroyed by her.

Otherwise, she could let him lead the Quan family army, and she could sit on the throne for a few days to experience it.

After all, the emperor eats really well.

Quan Jiuxi thought so, but he didn't know that his words would come true.