Quick wear, the boss behind the scenes is too mysterious

Chapter 313

Quan Ling raised his eyes to look at the woman's messy sideburns, and sighed, "I'll see you tomorrow night. You sneaked out in the middle of the night and hurt your foot like this. Do you know that I will feel bad?"

After hearing his words, Bai Qing smiled sweetly.

The tenderness in her beautiful eyes is so bright that people can't move their eyes away.

"You don't need to go to the palace secretly any more in the future, and there will be no queen tomorrow."

Listening to her words, Quan Ling stared slightly, and quickly analyzed what was going on.

The pair of eyes that looked at her were as gorgeous as the stars, and the sparkling and moving eyes were like the streamer of the Milky Way's rotation.

He said, "Is it worth it?"

Hearing this, Bai Qing frowned suspiciously, "What do you mean by that? What do you mean by worth it or not?"

Seeing that Bai Qing was angry, Quan Ling hurriedly explained: "I'm just afraid that you will regret it in the future. Don't be angry with me."

Bai Qing glared at him: "Didn't you go into the palace to tease me at the risk of losing your head? Why, are you afraid now?"

"There is no one or anything in this world that I am afraid of." Quan Ling's eyes were fixed, "Only you."

Bai Qing pursed her red lips slightly, bent down and kissed the man's forehead, she murmured: "If you lie to me, you will lie to me for the rest of your life, don't give up halfway."

Quan Ling touched her delicate face with his fingertips, rubbed it lightly, and said affectionately, "I will never lie to you."

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In the early morning of the next day, the news that the queen committed suicide by hanging from the beam shocked the harem like thunder on a sunny day.

As soon as Quan Cheng got out of the court, he was taken to the cold palace by the little eunuch who hurried away.

Along the way, his eyes were distracted.

His face was frighteningly pale.

Until he saw Bai Qing's duplicate body, with a gray and purple complexion, being placed on the dilapidated bed, Quan Cheng's eyes darkened, and his body swayed!Almost passed out.

The arrogant and domineering woman last night.

But only a few hours!
Why... how... just lying there lifelessly!
The eunuch handed the two bloody books on rags left by Bai Qing before he left.

Looking at the first left letter, the only word left on it made Quan Cheng feel like a huge rock was blocked in his chest, and he couldn't breathe under the pressure.

--hatred.

His fingers trembled violently, and he didn't know how long he fiddled with it before he tremblingly flicked out the second rag with blood on it.

——I just hope that my father will be able to guard the piece of pure land that belongs to the child's backyard.In the next life, the child is repaying your kindness, and I hope the father will forgive the child's waywardness.

After reading the two very short letters, Quan Cheng's eyes fell on Bai Qing's lifeless replica again.

Like a revolving lantern in his mind, it was full of Bai Qing's figure.

He opened his eyes, feeling sore in his eyes.

The voice that opened was as hoarse as it was polished by gravel, "The empress died suddenly of a serious illness. The Ministry of Rites, Luan Yiwei, and the Department of Internal Affairs will jointly organize the empress's funeral. I will tell you that if anyone in the harem dares to chew their tongues I will kill his nine clans!"

Bai Qing became the shortest-lived queen in the history of this plane.

According to the news from Quan Lingtan, Bai Zhenye surrendered all his military power and asked to resign from his title, poached all the lotus flowers in the small pond of the mansion, and left Lincheng with only a small burden.

Bai Qing was also relieved to hear the news.

The original owner's father had better leave Lincheng, otherwise, sooner or later, he would throw his life into this dirty political struggle.

Quan Cheng ordered that the whole country is not allowed to have fun for a hundred days, and the people living in Lincheng are not allowed to marry, blow the whip, or wrap red silk within one year, mourning the death of the queen.

Hearing this news, Bai Qing, who was looking at Qingya Rongjin, clicked his lips in disdain.

(End of this chapter)