The paranoid hero who is about to wear clothes is squeamish again

Chapter 61 The sick and spoiled courtiers, flirting online 23
Ji Buchen walked step by step.

Beside him, the generals knelt on the ground and swore an oath in a dull manner.

His eyes fell on the girl, and his heart trembled slightly.The hand holding the sword was hot.

She has become thinner, her chin is pointed, not as round and plump as before, but her eyes are still as clear as before.

Why are you wearing such an ugly and crude clothes?

Even locked in a prison car...

He said that he was not allowed to tell her about his hostility with her father, and she was not allowed to go north half a step.

Ji Buchen's face darkened every time he took a step forward.

He could figure it out as soon as he figured it out.

Bai Weisheng must have picked her up privately.

Raised his bony hand, pointing at Bai Weisheng with his sword, "Arbitrarily asserting yourself?"

Snow fell from the cold sword edge and touched Bai Weisheng's neck.

Bai Weisheng closed his eyes, with no extra emotion on his face, and said calmly, "Sir, Weisheng's goal has been achieved, whether he wants to kill or behead him, it's all within the reach of your thoughts."

"Punishment." Ji Buchen's eyebrows were dark, his voice was as cold and depressing as if the tip of a knife was being scratched on white porcelain.

Bai Weisheng smiled lightly, stood where he was, and paused word by word, "My lord, don't forget that Mie Ji's family is full of Rong's family."

The words fell, turned and left.

Some snow fell on Ji Buchen's silver armor, he didn't pay attention to Bai Weisheng's words.

He walked up to Qi Cheng and stretched out his hand towards her. His white fingertips caught the snow and turned it into water in an instant.

There was a click as the icy armor lifted.

"Come down."

Even though I have seen countless scenes of seeing her goodbye in my dreams.

But at this moment, he was so stiff that he couldn't even show a smile, and could only spit out two words that seemed very gentle to him.

Qi Cheng curled up her fingertips, a mist filled her eyes reflecting the white flag.

From the moment the white flag was raised, her mind was in a mess, and in the end, she only remembered that he used her.

She hates the feeling of being used from the bottom of her heart.

When I heard his voice, I came back to my senses.

Qi Cheng's clear eyes stared at Ji Buchen seriously.

The scar on his forehead disappeared, but a new injury was added to the right side of his face. His slightly cold and delicate eyebrows stood out against the falling snow.

Dressed in silver armor, he was more powerful than any God of War general she had ever seen before.

She lowered her eyes and asked in a low voice, "Will you kill me?"

Ji Buchen's fingertips trembled slightly, and Ruyu's face became more and more rigid. He thought about many scenarios of seeing her goodbye.

He thought that she would be happy to call her husband as usual.

but never thought of--

In front of the palace gate where corpses were strewn all over the place, she didn't even bother to give him a perfunctory smile, and only kept the same tone as before.

He opened the prison car, clasped Qi Cheng's wrist, and then stiffly answered her, "No."

After getting off the prison car, Qi Cheng hooked his head and seriously pushed his hand down.

Staring at the snow with a few bloody footprints, without any extra emotion, "You are different now, you will become an emperor."

Tilting his head and thinking for a while, Wen Tun added, "Emperors are used to playing tricks."

Also used to cheating.

After saying that, she moved a few steps to the open space next to her.

Qi Cheng didn't want to stand too close to him, nor was she willing to hold hands with him.

His hands were as cold as a snake without warmth.

Qi Cheng has a good temper, seldom gets angry, and seldom hates others.But when she hates people, she won't make a scene, or look coldly at that person, but walks away silently and ignores them.

Just like it is now.

Fine snowflakes rolled down and hung on the tips of her jet-black hair, and her fair little face was flushed.

She stepped back step by step, and Ji Buchen also approached her step by step.

Qi Cheng frowned lightly, clasped his fingertips, and looked at the ground, "Can you..."

(End of this chapter)