The black-bellied prince is all over the city

"Qingcheng just wants the lord to be happy, and never has any other thoughts. If the lord thinks that Qingcheng is the root of the curse, then... Qingcheng is the root of the curse." Qingcheng couldn't guess what the man under his nose was thinking.The closer he was to Murong Xiye, the more alienated he felt.He couldn't see through this man at all.He doesn't have to see through this person.

As long as you can kill him.

"Oh. Then do you think this king is happy?" Murong Xiye still had his eyes closed, but he tightened his grip on Qingcheng's fingers.

"Isn't the prince still waiting? The day when I can be really happy..." The pain on the chin made Qingcheng a little slurred. It didn't take a lot of courage to say such words. Murong Xiye never concealed his dissatisfaction with that position. eager.

"In that case, can you be happy? After giving everything to finally reach that step, will you... be happy?" He murmured to himself, his eyelashes trembling with excitement. "No one will congratulate me. No one can see the mountains and rivers with me. In this life, no matter where I go or what I do, it will be meaningless."

Qingcheng was stunned.He stared at the corners of Murong Xiye's tightly closed eyes, thinking that tears might flow out in the next moment.He knew too little, too little about him, except hatred.He held Murong Xiye's hand and released the restraint on his chin.The candlelight was bright, and Qingcheng realized that those hands were actually covered with scars. Murong Xiye had obviously treated them with great care, and the scars had not completely disappeared, leaving a faint imprint.

Only by learning to kill can one prevent being killed.

Allure is silent.He took out the bamboo tube he brought, opened it, and the strong aroma of wine filled the air instantly.Before drinking, one is three points drunk.

Murong Xiye was finally provoked by the smell of wine and opened his eyes, "Did you bring wine?"

"Yeah." Qingcheng nodded, "I made the wine." He took the teacup on Murong Xiye's table, poured the cold tea in it, and was about to pour the wine, when his wrist was suddenly held by another strong hand. Glancing at Xi Ye, he smiled helplessly, "Why, are you afraid that I will be poisoned?"

Murong Xiye had an expression of "I don't mean anything". "Of course not. I'm just afraid that if I'm drunk, I won't be able to go to the morning court for a while, and I will be scolded by Murong Fenglin again." Murong Xiye is the only person in the entire Yun Kingdom who dares to call Emperor Jinyun's name directly.

Qingcheng smiled slightly, opened his hand, poured out the clear liquid, and pushed it to him, "Why doesn't the prince have a taste?"

The strong aroma of the wine was tangy, Murong Xiye frowned, but still picked it up and took a sip.There was no smell of wine spreading in his mouth, as if what he drank was just a mouthful of spring water.

"Why, no taste?" He smelled it again, and the aroma of the wine was indeed intoxicating, but it was really tasteless in his mouth. "The wine brewed by Qingcheng is really extraordinary. Did you name it?"

"I don't forget. I don't forget the name of this wine."

"Don't forget—" Murong Xiye thought about the name carefully, "Someone drinks to forget, and your alcoholic has the smell of alcohol, so if you can't get drunk, you won't forget it. On the contrary, it will be more unforgettable."

"Yes. Some things are not that you can't forget, but you don't want to forget. Things that should be remembered in your heart will never be forgotten until you die." Qingcheng's eyes suddenly became sharp, Murong Xiye didn't care, he was still chewing on Qingcheng's words .

"Yes." He picked up his teacup and drank it down.As if suddenly recalling the previous topic, he couldn't help teasing, "Did Yang Qiyue say when the imperial decree will come down? You have to prepare so that you can marry into the general's mansion."

Qingcheng gritted her teeth, if I want to "marry", what am I going to do here with you, really only come here in the middle of the night to deliver wine and flirt? "Qingcheng wants to know if the prince can persuade Emperor Jinyun not to make that edict?"

"I'm going? In what capacity should I say it?" Murong Xiye teased, holding up his teacup to hide the smile on his lips.

Qingcheng was a little annoyed, "It's fine if the prince doesn't agree, at worst, Qingcheng will marry her, and I will never have any contact with the prince in this life!"

"Threat me?" Murong Xiye couldn't help laughing, "How dare you threaten me? But even if you say so, this king can only tell you that there is nothing you can do. The decision is in the hands of the emperor, you have a difference with him Yuan, how about trying to threaten him?"

Qingcheng didn't know why she was so annoyed. Murong Xiye's hypocrisy had never really taken him to heart, not to mention that he and him were still enemies in a certain sense.

"You should know how much I hate dealing with two people. One is Murong Fenglin, and the other is Yang Yi. You happen to be involved with these two people at the same time. What do you ask me to do?" Murong Xiye said while talking After drinking, the light watery liquid slides down the throat, bringing a refreshing feeling.

"So...Qingcheng has no place in the prince's heart. Incorporate Qingcheng's initial words, I am just a plaything, once I get it, I will get bored. I didn't expect the prince to get bored so quickly." Qingcheng turned her back, Amber moonlight fell on the silhouette.

Murong Xiye didn't want to see how weak and humble he was, he just wanted to see the waves in his eyes being broken.Even if he lost Yun Che and walked out of a place like the Asura Field, he still couldn't hide all the emotions in his eyes.Qingcheng can do it.

No matter what the situation, no matter what tone he used, no matter how his brows were furrowed, the lack of emotion in those eyes always frightened him.

People who can't see through make him feel scared.

"Forget it. For the sake of Qingcheng, I can go to the back garden to meet the emperor's brother after the morning court. I asked you to be my Qingcheng a long time ago. You refused me first. Now something happened to come to me and begged me, but I pushed everything away." It’s on me. You have to give me some compensation.”

Qingcheng felt a chill on his waist, and Murong Xiye put his hand into his clothes when he was not paying attention.

"My lord...Xi Ye...There is still one hour before the morning court."

"Hmm..." Murong Xiye embraced him from behind, his lips fell to the back of his neck, and his breath smelled of wine brushed his hair. "It's too late." He simply picked up Qingcheng's whole body, let him lean on his chest, then bowed his head and kissed his cherry lips.

Murong Xiye once suspected that his lips were poisoned, otherwise why would he be reluctant to let go?Still, every inch of Qingcheng is poison to him.

The person he desperately wanted to forget, because of Qingcheng's appearance, drew a fresh scar on the unhealed wound in his heart.How many times, in the lingering hot dizziness, all he wanted to blurt out was that person's name.

But he swallowed it back at the last moment.