Empress, run away, your drowsy prince is also reborn

Chapter 133 Your Majesty, Don’t Be Angry With Her (4)

She hated herself so much that it might have been a relief for her to leave the palace and go to medical school.

Ying Chen's eyes were dark, there was no room for discussion on this matter, and not seeing him overnight was enough for him to fully understand what it means to live like a year.

Not seeing each other for five years, he didn't even dare to think about it.

Qu Changsheng pinched his waist with both hands, ready to negotiate with him: "Then what if I want to go to medical school to learn knowledge?"

The emperor slowly raised his eyes and looked at her without saying a word.

Well, then this look is useless.

Qu Changsheng pursed his lips, without even thinking about it: "Then you want me to watch you get worse and worse, and then finally wear mourning clothes for you?"

Presumptuous! !

The faces of the servants waiting in the hall were pale, and they knelt down on the ground with a plop, and began to tremble again like chickens being slaughtered.

Emperor Yong'an's gaze was as deep as a pool, making people unpredictable. Qu Changsheng also stood there without fear and stared openly at him, as if the discussion just now was not about the death of the emperor, but what the emperor would like to eat tonight.

"Are you cursing me?" His voice was a bit cold: "I still wish I could die."

"Did the slave girl say something wrong? The emperor was ill and died, and the Luohui Palace was sealed off. There was only one way but he didn't go. Aren't you just waiting to die?"

"It's not your turn to save my life."

The tone seemed to be filled with monstrous anger, and using this increasingly cold tone made people feel more frightened from the heart.

Qu Changsheng endured his own chills, and choked against it: "Okay, since the emperor thinks so, it would be great. If the emperor dies in a few years because of his poor health, it happens that the servants can still come out." Palace to serve others!"

Suddenly, she only felt a strong suction force bring her to the bedside, and she raised her eyes, only to see the wide black sleeves brushing past her eyes, the cool texture across her skin, and her chin was firmly restrained.

She couldn't stand still and half knelt on the ground, and even hit the bedside with her hands with a muffled sound, causing her to frown in pain.

"You are my man!!" The voice struck her heart like a soldering iron, reminiscent of a previous life.

Qu Changsheng opened his eyes, panting slightly, Yingchen stared at her intently, the veins on his forehead popped up, it seemed that even thinking about it was challenging his bottom line.

He lowered his head, approaching her, trembling with rage, and paused every word:
"Always will be."

Qu Changsheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he met his eyes, and saw that his eyes were red, and there seemed to be something in his eyes.

He is still patient.

What can he endure?Is it the uncontrollable possession of oneself, and those morbid likings?

Even in this life, she can't get rid of it?
Qu Changsheng was forced to raise his head, with a stubborn and unconvinced expression, he raised the corners of his lips frivolously: "The emperor doesn't care about his body, isn't he just giving up what he has now? Not just slaves Myself, everything you have now will no longer be yours!"

"I never cared about those things!"

The holding palm tightened suddenly, Qu Changsheng cried out in pain: "It hurts!"

Yingchen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately let go of his hand, and saw Qu Changsheng fell limply to the ground, his face wrinkled into a ball while covering his chin.

He slid down to the ground without thinking, and stretched out his hand to observe her situation.

And when Yingchen stretched out his hand, Qu Changsheng took a step back reflexively.

The fingertips were only half an inch away from her cheek.

Ying Chen was slightly stunned, looking at her, his hands were frozen in mid-air, a little at a loss.

(End of this chapter)