The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

The red candle was burning quietly, warm as spring, the two chatted while eating, and the room was full of fragrance.

Qingjun was full of joy, seeing that she seemed to be particularly talkative, not as indifferent as usual, and having a meal with him quietly, he suddenly thought... that's how the years are quiet, the past love and hatred disputes dissipate with the years, only He is left with her.

It was late at night, and Qiongying put down her chopsticks, but she was already very full.

The food has also cooled down, and only the fruit wine on the stove is still warm, overflowing with the aroma of the wine, and no one has yet tasted it.

Qingjun seemed to have forgotten that there was still a jug of wine, and he thought it would be fine if it continued like this.

"It's getting late, I'm going back." Qiongying looked outside and said.

"Wait a minute, it's getting late, it's better, it's better for you to stay." Qing Jun looked at her with flickering eyes, full of expectation and nervousness.

"Huh?" Qiongying looked at him, with a hint of doubt in his deep phoenix eyes.

"What I mean is, it's too late, and it's a long way to go back from here. It's better not to go back. I have asked the maid to prepare your bedroom, and it has been empty all the time." Qing Jun quickly explained.

"No need." Without hesitation, Qiongying was about to get up with a calm demeanor.

Qingjun's expression changed slightly, everything just now seemed to no longer exist, as if it was just his illusion, she hadn't changed, she would still leave.

"Wait a minute, the night in late autumn is very cold, drink a cup of hot wine before leaving." Qing Jun picked up the white jade jug and filled her with wine.

The glass was splashed with mellow wine, clear amber, just looking at the color is extremely attractive.

Qiongying picked up the wine glass, shook it lightly, a trace of steam rose, and waited for it to cool down.

Qingjun smiled slightly, clenched her hands under the sleeves slightly, her eyes kept looking at her hands, every finger of hers was like a masterpiece from heaven, with the coolness like white jade, cooling into the bottom of her heart.

Qiongying raised his glass and took a sip, the crystal clear wine passed over his lips and fell on the tip of his tongue, it was sweet and warm, as if he still felt a little drunk.

Qing Jun's smile subsided, his palms tightened again, his fingertips were cold, and he didn't even know the cut palms.

Qiong Ying seemed to be quite satisfied with the taste, and continued to drink a few more sips, and the glass of wine was about to run out.

"Don't drink..." Seeing her defenseless posture, Qing Jun felt a little regretful, and also a little unwilling, and kept struggling in his heart.

Qiongying put down the wine glass, and the glass had already bottomed out, maybe because of the wine, her lips were extraordinarily bright red with a faint luster.

Qingjun trembled slightly, obviously everything was planned by him, everything was as he thought, but at this moment he hesitated.

Qiongying got up to leave, and the slightly wrinkled corners of her clothes stretched out, following her steps, drawing silver arcs.

"Don't go." Qing Jun looked at her back, she couldn't leave!

As if Qiongying didn't hear it, she walked away slowly, and the shadow on the ground became longer and longer.

"Don't go, I... put medicine in your wine..." Qing Junyue whispered, the medicine was not what he wanted, but he didn't regret it.

"I know." Qiongying stopped, and her clothes fell down.

Qing Jun was taken aback, his expression paled, it's not that he didn't guess that she actually knew, but since she knew, why did she still drink that glass of wine?

"...Then do you know what medicine I took?" Qing Jun's voice was hoarse, and there was even a hint of crying.

"do not know."

"Then why are you still drinking it?" Qing Jun's body trembled uncontrollably, and a wave of weakness and panic invaded his whole body.

If you don't know, why drink it?If what he drank was highly poisonous, she would die, so why did she still drink it?