After I died, the sickly prince turned black

You Ziqing leaned over and grabbed Zhao Zhen's collar, but stood there without making any further moves.

"Zhao Zhen, if you talk about that again, I will make peace with you."

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Zhen's pupils widened and his face changed drastically.

"Ziqing, I..."

"Shut up!" You Ziqing bent his elbow and pressed it against Zhao Zhen's neck: "What are you trying to tear apart by holding on?"

"I didn't, I just..."

"Some things happen, they happen. You explain it to me and I believe it. Can't we all whitewash the peace and live a good life?"

You Ziqing's hand holding Zhao Zhen's collar trembled faintly: "Why do you want to hold on to it?"

Zhao Zhen's face was full of anxiety, and he wanted to pull You Ziqing, but he grabbed his hand and pressed it on top of his head.

"You didn't abandon me when the palace told you, but you left me in the carriage after listening to me give Zhao Yan a trick. Ask yourself, have you really never complained?"

You Ziqing closed her eyes, the emotions that had been suppressed so hard in her heart finally burst out.

"Then why are you ignoring me in the Third Prince's Mansion? You say it's inconvenient, isn't it inconvenient to even pull me to look at me?"

You Ziqing's chest heaved violently, took a deep look at Zhao Zhen, let go of his hands, got up from him, turned around and left.

"You Ziqing, stop!" Zhao Zhen jumped up and grabbed You Ziqing's arm: "I was wrong, Ziqing, what can I do to forgive me?"

"I never blamed you, how can I forgive you?" You Ziqing turned to look at Zhao Zhen: "It's not that everything has to have a reason, so it's clear..."

"Okay." Zhao Zhen suddenly let go of You Ziqing's hand weakly: "It's up to you, you can do whatever you want."

Zhao Zhen turned his back with red eyes, but didn't notice that the moment he let go, You Ziqing's arm trembled, and he was dumbfounded.

"Okay." After a while, You Ziqing squeezed out the words: "His Royal Highness Ning, you are busy, Ziqing...retire."

Zhao Yan was about to die of panic lying outside the door, so why did he get angry?We can't have a good chat, why are we still arguing?

I can't listen to this corner anymore!

Zhao Yan violently pushed open the palace door, drew his sword aggressively and rushed through the door, without saying a word, he raised his sword and stabbed towards Zhao Zhen.

Zhao Zhen turned his back to the door and couldn't see it, but You Ziqing's eyes widened in shock, his action was faster than his brain, he grabbed the vase at hand and threw it over.

With a bang, the vase fell to the ground at the same time as the sword was opened.

You Ziqing, on the other hand, had already dodged in front of Zhao Zhen, staring at Zhao Yan with a cold and wary expression.

"Third Prince, what does this mean?"

Zhao Zhen who turned around when he heard the movement was also startled, and looked at Zhao Yan in disbelief, but subconsciously held You Ziqing in his arms.

"Zhao Yan!" Zhao Zhen's eyes were full of shock and anger.

"Aren't you all worried about the other party?" Zhao Yan put his sword away and looked at the two of them: "I'm trying to persuade you to make peace, not to fight against each other. Brother Qing, can you stop tearing me down like this?"

The two looked at each other, and then realized what Zhao Yan meant.

Finding that they were still holding each other, he quickly let go and retreated to both sides.

Zhao Yan was speechless looking at it, and turned his head to stare at Zhao Zhen, with a look of resentment.

"Brother, what's the matter with you? Didn't you feel sorry for Brother Qing and asked me to enlighten him?"

"Whether he loses his temper or cries, it doesn't matter if you continue, why are you making fun of him?"

"Then it's better to let him stay alone, so as not to find trouble!"

"Let me tell you about this, you are wrong, how can you blame Brother Qing for neglecting Brother Qing just because of that one sentence?"

"Isn't it because my brother took poison? Isn't he still dead? Even if he is dead, is it important for a brother to have a wife?"

"I think it's because Brother Qing has been so kind to you that you have drifted away and lost your way. Have you forgotten the time when you were so cowardly that people didn't care to look at you?"

"Men, you have to have the courage to admit your mistakes. If you are wrong, you are wrong. What are you arguing about? Knowing your mistakes can make a big difference!"

"You're still talking, what are you talking about? Later, my brother Qing thinks you're making up with each other. If you marry him ten or eight beautiful girls, you can just cry!"

Zhao Yan crackled, and the two were speechless, and their expressions were even more indescribable.

Zhao Yan's mouth was dry, so he took a sip of Zhao Zhen's tea cup and sat down beside him, Erlang's legs turned up, looking like he was watching a good show.

"Aren't you mad at my brother Qing? Go on, I'm still waiting to drink our brother Qing's wedding wine!"

Zhao Zhen: "..."

You Ziqing: "..."

Zhao Zhen glanced at You Ziqing, and grabbed You Ziqing's hand in embarrassment.

It was obviously a hand-holding movement, but for some reason, the two blushed inexplicably.

Seeing that You Ziqing didn't respond or refuse, Zhao Zhen blushed and pulled him hard, pulling him into his arms and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Oh, Brother Qing, can't I drink enough of this wedding wine?" Zhao Yan suppressed a smile.

Zhao Zhen's eyes sank: "Get out!"

Zhao Yan: "..."

elder brother!

Brother!

I won't take you across the river and tear down the bridge!

Seeing that the two had finally settled their suspicions, Zhao Yan decided to be magnanimous and not to care about Zhao Zhen, so he slapped his hands and stood up.

"Okay, I'll get out." Zhao Yan sighed, and straightened his expression: "This matter is actually up to me. If I hadn't been stupid, I wouldn't have let my brother Qing suffer this wrong..."

"Still leaving?" Zhao Zhen raised his eyebrows coldly.

"Get out, get out!" But before getting out, Zhao Yan didn't forget to remind Zhao Zhen: "Brother, the matter of Xiao Qi is on you, right?"

Zhao Zhen grabbed the brush and threw it over.

Before meeting Zhao Yan, the man quickly jumped out the door.

The big palace of Qinzheng suddenly fell silent, and neither of them spoke for a while, but in the next moment, Zhao Zhen suddenly picked up You Ziqing, turned and went to the inner room, and put him on the soft couch.

You Ziqing glanced at him and turned away, but Zhao Zhen didn't care.

"You endured too much last night. Let me see if the swelling has subsided." Zhao Zhen began to tease You Ziqing as he spoke: "If it disappears, I will love you well; if it does not disappear, I will serve you well, just like before You're here to serve me."

"Don't look." You Ziqing looked away, still a little awkward: "It's gone."

"Then I will serve you first, and then I will love you well." Zhao Zhen kissed You Ziqing's eyebrows and eyes as he pawed: "OK?"

"Can you stop talking so much nonsense?" You Ziqing said disgustedly: "Do more and talk less!"

"Obey!" Zhao Zhen pinched You Ziqing's chin and turned his face, his eyes burning on his lips, and then kissed him: "But it's not a job."

You Ziqing originally had his eyes closed, but he opened them in confusion.

Zhao Zhen's gaze gently painted his eyebrows and eyes, and said word by word: "It's...you."

You Ziqing: "..."

Pushing Zhao Zhen away and sitting up, You Ziqing sneered.

"I think I should still kick you, marry him ten or eight beautiful girls at ease..."

Before he finished speaking, he was suppressed by Zhao Zhen's force and fell back on the soft couch.