Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 196 - I Didn't Drink That Glass of Wine

She wished for it so that she wouldn't have to look at him. In the dark, she had the courage to not hide her emotions and stare at him unscrupulously.

No need to look, she also knows how terrible longing and affection are hidden in her eyes at this moment, she no longer hides it, letting the longing overflow.

Although it was only a hazy figure, she knew that Sikong Que was also looking at her.

At this time, the dark room fell into silence again, but Li Qingmei knew that, compared to cursing, silence was the most complete disappointment expressed by Sikong Que.

"I didn't drink that glass of vegetarian wine, I accidentally spilled it~"

She didn't expect Sikong Que to start with that glass of vegetarian wine.

"It's right that you didn't drink it. I was careless. That glass of wine may or may not be poisonous."

Her eyes were always reluctant to leave Sikong Que's position, she forced herself to be calm, and joked in a playful tone.

"Is there anything you want to say to me?"

"What do you want me to say?"

Li Qingmei asked Sikong Que back.

"It's getting late, you should rest early, I still have government affairs to deal with overnight, so I'll go back to the palace first."

"The slaves send His Majesty respectfully..."

He used Zhen, but she returned as a slave, she couldn't help shivering, she knew that there was already a thick and sad and insurmountable barrier between them unconsciously.

Sikong Que didn't respond, turned around and left the room without thinking about it for a moment.

Li Qingmei breathed a sigh of relief when he was completely out of sight. She collapsed powerlessly on the same cold ground, tears streaming down her face.

"It's fine if you leave. I always thought you'd come back again. I've been tossing and turning after waiting for you. Tonight, I can sleep soundly..."

Love is love after all, sometimes unavoidable harm, in the face of life and death, harm is another extreme way to express love, from now on the two worlds, it is best to forget each other.

"Que, the flowers bloom when you think about it, and the flowers fall when you think about it. In this world of mountains and rivers and far away, you have to go on by yourself after all. Life can't be too perfect. It may not be a pity if you ask for it, but if you know that life is like a dream, you and I are deeply in love The relationship is so shallow, I wish I could grow old with you overnight..."

She didn't bother to light the lamp again, she simply washed up and curled up in the slightly cool brocade quilt, her lower abdomen was throbbing with cramps, it was raining today, and she suffered from a bit of cold, the pain was worse than before.

At this time in the past, there must have been a pair of big warm hands rubbing her lower abdomen in distress. She fell asleep in his warm arms, but she knew that those beautiful pasts would eventually pass away and never come back again.

She didn't fall asleep all night, her body fluctuated from hot to cold, and even her underwear was wet with cold sweat. In the end, she almost fainted, and finally endured the severe discomfort, and ordered Qing Ge to be called.

In Zhaoming Hall, Sikong Que was leaning on the dragon chair, on the ground were several wine jars that had already been emptied, his eyes were blurred, but he still refused to put down the jars.

"Your Majesty, there is news from the mansion that the princess is ill!"

Feng Zhan hesitated again and again, but finally reported the news to Sikong Que in time.

"what!"

Sikong Que subconsciously got up in a hurry, he forgot to put on his outer robe, and was about to leave outside the hall with only his thin inner garment on.

The chilly night wind was raging, and his steps were suspended in mid-air.

"I'm not an imperial doctor, she's sick, why do you want me? I know! You step back!"

"what?"

Feng Zhan thought he heard it wrong, he was stunned, until Sikong Que showed displeasure, and then left the hall embarrassingly.

(End of this chapter)