Chapter 1892 Even if it’s poison, I have to drink it

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Yu Qionghuan thought she had given up, especially after Feng Qingchen killed her master and her appearance was completely ruined because of practicing evil arts. She only had hatred for Feng Qingchen and wanted to torture him and take advantage of him. He helped Bei Muye gain the world.

Although the title Queen of Northern Qi is not rare to her, it is the only thing she can catch at the moment.

But now, those hatreds, those grievances, and the name of the Queen of Northern Qi are all worth mentioning in front of this man. In her eyes, she only sees the man's softness and tenderness, and only the man's stunning face. She looks at him dreamily. Looking at him, how she wished this moment would stop like this, and she and him would look at each other like this, forever and ever.

"You..." Yu Qionghuan spoke in a low voice. She looked at the man in front of her, her mind and mouth seemed to be frozen, unable to think or speak.

"You don't like it?" Feng Qingchen glanced at the food on the chopsticks and was about to take back her hand.

Yu Qionghuan lifted up the black scarf on her face and quickly swallowed the dish with chopsticks. She lowered her head, chewed, clenched her hands to regain some of her sense, and said with a straight face: "Okay, no. You can eat the poison!"

Feng Qingchen suddenly chuckled: "Do you think this king wants you to try poison?"

Yu Qionghuan raised her eyes and saw the man's smile for the first time.

When the man smiled, it was like thousands of pear trees blooming, charming and enchanting, which made her heart tremble again.

"Isn't it a poison test?" Yu Qionghuan said with a trembling voice.

Feng Qingchen lowered his eyes, raised a beautiful arc at the corner of his eyes, and whispered: "I just want to thank you. You have worked hard for me to suppress the golden dragon phase in the past few days!"

That warm language and beautiful smile were sharper than any sharp knife. Yu Qionghuan's eyes were sore and her heart was so full. She knew clearly what this man must be up to, but she still didn't want to expose the beauty in front of her. .

"Leader!" Suddenly, the voice of a guard came from outside the tent. Yu Qionghuan quickly looked back, recovered her thoughts, stood up in a hurry, and fled the tent with staggering steps.

As soon as the woman left, Feng Qingchen's eyes suddenly became sharp. He quickly opened the tent and sniffed vigorously, and his eyes became bright again.

There was a familiar aroma of food floating in the air. He was so familiar with this aroma. An Yi was here!

"What's wrong?" Yu Qionghuan calmed down her chaotic mood and raised her eyes to look at the guard who came to report the news.

"The Emperor has sent a letter. Let's hurry up and escort these two people back to the country to avoid long nights and dreams!" The guard stepped forward and presented the letter respectfully.

Yu Qionghuan opened the letter, read it, and nodded: "I understand! We will set off early tomorrow morning!"

The guards responded quickly.

After the guard left and the cold wind blew, Yu Qionghuan was shocked to realize that her face was so swollen and painful due to shyness and heat.

She lowered her eyes and couldn't help but think back to the man's smile. The suppressed warmth and love were like grass that had been suppressed all winter and began to sprout slowly.

Perhaps after Feng Qingchen learned about that woman's unfeeling towards him, he would judge the situation and follow her. After all, following her was the only way he could save his life.

No one wants to die, and no one wants to die.

Regardless of whether that man is hypocritical or fake, as long as he is willing to smile at her and treat her well, she will drink even if it is poison!

Yu Qionghuan couldn't hold back her inner joy and ran into the tent again.

The plate in front of Feng Qingchen in the tent was empty. He was slowly wiping the corners of his lips. The surrounding blue gauze curtains fell to the ground. The midday sun was gentle and warm. The man was as beautiful as a god.