The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

The front yard of the East Hall does not have the bleakness of autumn, but there are several peach and plum trees with budding buds.

The hall was extremely quiet, exuding warmth like a spring day, the red candles in the wall lamp were weeping, and the golden pearls were shining brightly.

Qiongying came alone, passed through the gates of the palace, and smelled the fruity and floral fragrances wafting from the palace, and the fragrance was overflowing.

Hearing footsteps, Qing Jun looked back, as if he thought it was her, so he hurried forward to greet her.

Qiongying is wearing a lavender floor-length robe, with silver trims on the cuffs and hem, and a white jade pendant hanging from her waist, but it is unclear what words are engraved on the jade pendant.

Qingjun looked a little lost. She hasn't worn lavender for a long time. She always makes people feel out of reach and daunting when she wears black. Purple suits her, the most noble and beautiful color.

"What's the matter?" Qiong Ying had already walked in front of him, words spilled from her lips and floated in the hall.

"I... want to invite you, I'm too boring alone." Qing Jun took a breath, this excuse seems too far-fetched.

"Dinner yet?" Qiongying looked at the table and saw that there was still steaming food.

"No, I'll wait for you." Qing Jun lowered his eyes and said quietly.

"I'm not here." Qiongying smiled faintly, her bright red lips outlined a beautiful arc.

Qingjun's eyes lit up, and he looked at her suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. She was so distracted, a little involuntary, and a little intoxicated.

"Let's go and sit down."

Qingjun stretched out his hand and tugged at the corner of her sleeve, and sat down with her, on the soft cushion on the ground.

There is a white blanket under the cushion, a table for food in the middle, and a few unknown flowers beside it.

Inside the wall lamp are big red candles commonly used by newlyweds, and the lampshade is embroidered with exquisite stickers of various meanings.

The hair of both of them was extremely long, and the black hair was scattered on the white blanket and tangled.

Seeing this, Qingjun was full of thoughts in his heart, and suddenly thought of a word, raising his eyebrows together, it was not in vain for him to arrange such a scene.

There was a trace of struggle in Qingjun's eyes, no matter how realistic the situation was, it was all fake, he was deceiving himself and others.

"This is fruit wine. It tastes very sweet. You can try it." Qing Jun looked forward to it, took the white jade jug, and poured her a glass of wine.

"Sweet?" Qiongying looked at the wine in the glass suspiciously. The amber color of the wine exuded a faint fruity and wine aroma.

Qingjun hesitated for a moment, looked at her for a long time, then nodded: "Well, it's sweet."

Qiongying picked up the wine glass, shook it lightly, and was about to drink it.

Qingjun raised his lips and smiled, seeing her casual posture, he couldn't help feeling suffocated.

"Wait." Qing Jun suddenly took the wine glass in her hand and put it down.

Qiongying withdrew her lost hand and raised her eyes to look at him.

"Don't drink first, drink after eating, or you will get drunk easily." Qing Jun lowered his head slightly, and served her a meal a little clumsily, not sure if he was too nervous or what.

He didn't know what she liked to eat, only that she most often ate light pastries with fruity or tea flavors.

Qiongying picked up the chopsticks and ate the cakes at a very slow pace. She would eat whatever Qingjun put in her bowl.

"Drink tea." Qing Jun thought she must be hungry until she filled her bowl with food, so he poured another cup of hot tea for her.

"Why don't you eat?" Qiongying looked at him and asked.

"You eat slowly, I'll give you the dish first, and it's not too late for me to eat slowly." Qing Jun smiled, and then picked up the chopsticks to accompany her to eat.

Qiongying smiled, didn't say much, and ate quietly.