slave seven seven

Chapter 310 Is it time to force Qingyun?

Qingyun lifts the quilt and slowly sits up from the bed, puts his left foot into the boot with some difficulty, the door of the small room is opened, the gloomy and unclear sunlight shines in, Xia Houling's face is gloomy and coquettish, Qingyun lowers his head and turns to the right Put on the boots on your feet again, and then said, "Master Xiangguo came earlier than I thought."

Xia Houling stepped in, her hair was tied with white jade hairpins, her jet-black hair hung down her shoulders like flowing water, her breathtakingly beautiful face was gloomy.

"The Qingyun Xiangshi can know everything about the world even if he has been lying in bed for many days, so he must also know why I am here?" In the quiet room, every word Xia Houling said was like a spring splashing on the stone wall, cold and calm, "Ben Officials rarely have people who appreciate it, and Qingyun Xiangshi is one of them."

"Thank you, Master Xiangguo, for your love, Qingyun." Qingyun pulled over the chair next to him, supported himself with both hands and sat up on the bed a little bit, with fine sweat oozing from his forehead and temples.

Xia Houling always stood with his hands behind his back and didn't step forward to help, which made Qingyun feel relieved, unlike Wuxia who helped him wholeheartedly every time, but forgot that sometimes he didn't need such help.

Thinking of Wu Xia, Qingyun said naturally, "I once gave my life for Wu Xia, counting her fate and her love, and the result is..."

"It's not someone who entrusts you." Xia Houling continued for him, looking deeply at Qing Yun with her long and narrow eyes, not knowing what he wanted to say.

"Yes." Qingyun turned the chair to face Xia Houling, and suddenly noticed the faintly exposed skirt at the door, smiled knowingly, and then asked, "Then is Mr. Xiangguo using Wuxia to persecute Qingyun?"

The skirt at the door shrank back tremblingly.

Xia Houling looked at him clearly, with unfathomable eyes, "Do you want to hear me tell the truth?"

"Of course, could it be that Mr. Xiangguo can't tell the truth?" Qingyun glanced at the door again, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, and asked whether this was good or bad for her.

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(End of this chapter)