Brother Huang, he has been planning for a long time

Qingchen turned away and didn't look at him.

Now, whenever she sees his face, she will think of Queen Ran.

Thinking of the words she said before her father died.

——Your Majesty, you will soon be gone without pain, and you will be reunited with the woman you love most...

The fact that she could say such a sentence could prove that her father's death was definitely related to her.

Seeing that she was ignoring him, Yue Qinghe reached out and rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

Regardless of whether his father was seriously ill or he had ascended the throne as the new emperor, all affairs in the court were placed on his shoulders.

Just the matters in the court are enough to keep him busy.

There was nothing abnormal about the cause of his father's death, and Li Mo couldn't find anything wrong.

He no longer wanted to get involved in this matter.

"Can you tell me what exactly you saw in Mingqian Hall?"

Qing Chen's eyes did not move, and his gaze still fell on his father's mattress, "You are her son, do you think I can trust you?"

"That's right. You will think that I am the one who killed my father for the sake of the throne. How can you believe me?" He said in a cold, self-deprecating tone.

When she heard this, her heart suffocated and her watery eyes moved slightly.

What she said that night broke his heart.

She was wrong, but now the two things cannot be confused.

Yue Qinghe's dark eyes fell on her pale little face, he slid his Adam's apple, took a deep breath, and whispered softly: "No matter what, don't take your body so seriously."

"Your Majesty." Yue Ji's voice suddenly sounded outside the door, "The porridge is ready in the kitchen."

"Bring it in." Yue Qinghe said solemnly.

After Yue Ji responded, she brought two bowls of bird's nest porridge in. She didn't dare to glance around, put the porridge on the table and left immediately.

He grabbed her little hand and found that her little hands were cold. He immediately covered his head tightly, with anger in his eyes, "Yue Qingchen, don't let me worry about you like this. You don't have much clothes to wear and you don't eat anything. Do you want to be angry with me or do you really want to die? "

"Your mother killed your father, and now she is still at large, and has become the queen mother." Qingchen looked up at him, with hatred looming in her eyes, and said in a weak voice, "I am just a princess who is allowed to be slaughtered. How dare you be angry with the emperor?"

Hearing this, Yue Qinghe frowned slightly. He grabbed her small hands and said forcefully, with a hint of hurt in his cold voice, "You put the hatred you gave your mother to me. Do you think that is fair to me? She is She, I am me!”

"But you are her son, everything she did was for you!" Including killing his father, it was also so that he could become the emperor!

"That was her own wishful thinking. I never thought about sitting on this throne!" What he wanted was just the person in front of him.

Qingchen's eyes turned red as she looked at him, and a twinge of pain flashed through her heart. She looked away and took a deep breath.

"Get up and drink the porridge." He said coldly.

Qingchen turned her face slightly and did not respond to him.

Seeing her stubborn face, Yue Qinghe stood up and walked to the table with a heavy face. He drank half of the water from the teapot on the table into his mouth. He stepped forward to hold Qingchen, kissed her lips heavily, and drank the water in his mouth. The entangled lips poured into her mouth, forcing her to swallow it all.

"Let... let me go... um..." She struggled feebly, pushing him with her hands and kicking him, but to no avail.

His strength was so great that she was not allowed a chance to break free, and such a crazy move caught her off guard.

Gradually, he was no longer satisfied with such a watery kiss, and his kisses became harder and more passionate. His big hands slipped on her slender waist, and with a little force, he pressed her entire petite body into his arms.

In the past two months, he admitted that he deliberately ignored her and did not come to see her.

What she said was too hurtful. Why did she start when she said she would start, and regret when she said she regretted it.

He was even nailed to the beastly behavior of killing his father for the sake of the throne.

She really knows how to poke her heart, as if she wants to cut it off piece by piece.

Fortunately, there were so many affairs in the court that he had no time to take care of her. He just used Chao Zhongzhizi to anesthetize himself so that he would no longer think about her.

But when he heard that she couldn't sleep well and refused to eat, he was still worried about it.

I'm afraid that she is really heartbroken because of her father's death and can't think about it for a while...

Now when I came over and took a look, I found that this person really didn't care about her body anymore. Her clothes were thin and lying on the window sill. Her hands and feet were so cold that she couldn't feel anything.

He was distressed and angry.

His kiss was full of longing and uncontrollable desire, winding down her white neck.

"Yue Qinghe, you can't lock me in this Mingyue Palace all my life." Qingchen no longer resisted and allowed him to take off his clothes, leaving traces on his body.

Yue Qinghe's ink-colored eyes darkened slightly, and without saying a word, he just laid her down on the bed.

Then she felt a heavy weight on her back, and he covered her from behind. The pain without any foreplay made her cry.

But she still bit her lip and stubbornly refused to make any sound.

She almost bit her lip and tightened her hands on the mattress, her joints turning white.

His warm kisses fell on her white neck and back, and her back was covered with kiss marks.

"Stop making trouble, okay?" He lowered his head and kissed her ear.

The hot breath sprayed in her ears, and the hoarse voice revealed the depth of unfulfilled lust.

Qingchen was unable to resist, so she closed her eyes and refused to communicate with him.

Seeing this, Yue Qinghe became even more ruthless, just trying to get her to talk, but no matter how he teased her, she remained silent throughout the whole process.

"Qingchen..." Since she was silent, it was up to him to say it.

When his deep voice is tainted with lust, it is like a magic voice that can enchant people's hearts. At the same time, it also contains a hint of humility, "Don't be angry, okay?"

Qingchen frowned and stubbornly ignored him.

He took a deep breath. Seeing her attitude and the fact that she had not had any water for two days, he was afraid that she would be too weak, so he did not continue.

After it was over, Yue Qinghe took her into his arms and touched her little hand. Fortunately, it was a little warmer.

"The queen is the queen, and I am me. You can't reject me because of her. Have you ever thought about my feelings? How innocent I am?"

When Empress Ran was mentioned, her watery eyes turned and she opened her lips slightly, "Have you seriously investigated the cause of my father's death? Have you interrogated her? She is your mother, you can only believe her whatever she says. Yes or no?"

"Then did you witness her murdering my father?" he asked.

Qing Chen pursed her lips, her eyes showing coldness.

From her reaction and expression, he knew the answer.

"Since you didn't witness your mother murdering your father with your own eyes, is it fair to her that you made such a scene on the day of his burial, making her the target of public criticism, and letting her always be suspected by others behind her back?"

"It was your mother who killed your father. Yue Qinghe, if you side with your mother, get out of here!" She broke away from his arms and staggered out of bed.