Shock: The love letter was sent to the empress by mistake

"This bowl of mung bean porridge was cooked by me personally. The weather is very hot. You... drink it."

Under the attention of the crowd, Chu Qingyue handed the mung bean porridge to Nie Chen.

With Nie Chen's cultivation, he would not sweat even under the sun.

But even so, Chu Qingyue still gently wiped Nie Chen's forehead with her cool palm.

And there was a bit of touching concern in her eyes.

As the setting sun shone down, even Nie Chen didn't know whether the blush on the beautiful cheeks came from the shyness of the empress or from this beautiful sunset.

At this moment, Nie Chen couldn't help but stand there in a daze.

He obviously didn't expect the empress to give him mung bean porridge in public.

After all, not long ago, the empress was very shy and secretly concealed the relationship between the two, for fear that others would know.

The first to know the inside story, the leader of Mount Emei and the Saint of Flowers, were almost silenced.

But now, the empress put down her busy work and came to deliver the mung bean porridge in person.

Her eyelashes drooped slightly, and her eyes were filled with a bit of shyness that could not be concealed.

For a moment, even Nie Chen couldn't help but be moved.

After all, the empress's cuteness at this moment was hard for anyone to resist.

"Wait, there's something wrong with this mung bean porridge!"

But just as Nie Chen's consciousness became a little hazy and he wanted to reach out to take the mung bean porridge, he suddenly noticed the appearance of the mung bean porridge in the white and green porcelain bowl.

The viscous liquid had completely turned dark purple, and the mung beans were distributed irregularly.

Some mung beans looked like noses, and some looked like bloody mouths, as if they were arranged to look like a hideous devil.

And the condensed demon face seemed to be constantly opening its big mouth and emitting a cold laugh:

"Hahaha, drink me, as long as you drink me, I can let you quickly complete the journey of life and see the paradise, hahaha!"

Nie Chen: "..."

He suddenly recalled the empress's cooking skills.

The empress was very smart, but cooking was fatal.

If I really drink this bowl of mung bean porridge, even if I have reached the realm of the great emperor, I am afraid I will ascend to heaven on the spot!

"Forget it, wife, I won't drink it."

Nie Chen waved his hands repeatedly.

Looking at the mung bean porridge handed over by the empress herself, many male disciples finally couldn't hide their emotions.

One after another, their eyes gathered, full of jealousy, anger, helplessness, and countless emotions.

Even the disciples who were grateful to Nie Chen just now had obvious deep jealousy in their eyes at this moment.

Hate, hate to the point of itching!

They could never have imagined that the empress, who usually did not even dare to look up at them and always maintained the dignity of a cold and arrogant emperor, would actually give Nie Chen mung bean porridge.

"Why is it him, not me!"

"Nie Chen, it's Nie Chen again!"

"Ahem, this emperor came here because he made a bet with the Saint of Flowers, and then chose a disciple to give mung bean porridge."

As if he had noticed the thoughts of those disciples, Chu Qingyue coughed lightly and explained.

But this voice, which was completely different from the past, and the kind gesture of handing mung bean porridge to Nie Chen personally, could not convince anyone.

Especially Duanmu Hong, who just thought that the empress was going to give mung bean porridge to him, was so jealous that he wanted to bite his teeth to pieces, and he wanted to cry at the same time.

"Damn it, why did it have to be Nie Chen again?

There are so many disciples present, it doesn't make sense that it would be Nie Chen!

Is it because Nie Chen has the best qualifications and the highest realm!

God, why are you so unfair!"

Duanmu Yang's nose was sore, and he almost cried.

"You, you'd better drink quickly, I have to leave quickly."

Even Chu Qingyue felt that something was wrong with these disciples.

There was no way, after all, even Elder Wang, who had been the Supreme Elder for many years, had never seen such a scene.

Cook mung bean porridge by hand and give it to Nie Chen in front of all the disciples.

Even though she had been mentally prepared for a while, Chu Qingyue still felt a little embarrassed.

She had to turn her back to the crowd and lower her head slightly.

The excuse she made up just now was obviously full of loopholes, and she had to act as quickly as possible.

As if noticing that Nie Chen didn't want to drink it, Chu Qingyue said seriously:

"This bowl of porridge was cooked by me personally~"

"Ahem, of course I know what you mean, my wife, but the problem is..."

Nie Chen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Just looking at the color and appearance of the mung bean porridge, it would be strange if it wasn't cooked by the empress herself!

In this world, there is absolutely no one else who can cook porridge that can poison the emperor to death, except the empress!

"Wife, forget it..."

Nie Chen tried to push the mung bean porridge away.

Even if it was delivered by the empress herself, it was very sweet.

But his life was at stake, and compared to his own life, Nie Chen had to refuse this bowl of porridge.

But he made up his mind, and just as he cruelly pushed half of the green and white porcelain bowl, Nie Chen suddenly noticed that Chu Qingyue's eyes had changed.

"You... don't want to drink it?"

There seemed to be a light flashing in those bright eyes, pitiful.

Even if she didn't say anything extra, the disappointment on her beautiful face was enough to move anyone's heart.

Even Nie Chen's eyes froze for a moment.

Chu Qingyue had tried to take the mung bean porridge gently and wanted to take it away disappointedly.

"Haha, of course not. How could I not drink the mung bean porridge sent by my wife?"

In an instant, Nie Chen's expression changed drastically.

There was no way. If I didn't spoil my wife, who else could?

Nie Chen smiled up to the sky. Although his laughter was hearty, it seemed to carry a hint of sadness.

Then, he took the green and white porcelain bowl back from Chu Qingyue without hesitation.

Facing the mung bean porridge that looked like a devil, he took a sip without hesitation.

"What a man!"

Although it was just this one sip, Nie Chen couldn't help but want to praise himself.

But as he drank this small mouthful of mung bean porridge, which was as big as a fingernail, Nie Chen's stomach began to churn, as if a laughing devil was raging wildly.

"Just this one sip?"

Although Chu Qingyue was very confident in her cooking skills, she was still a little confused when she saw Nie Chen took the bowl away after taking only a small sip.

"Well, I'll drink the rest later.

Thank you, my wife, it tastes really good."

Nie Chen gave a thumbs up in approval.

But a string of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth...