Chapter 9 The widow’s first marriage

"Ouch~"

Qing Huan's nose was knocked.

She looked confusedly at the... person who was thrown under her?

She clearly saw the tail of the big white tiger?

Where's the tail?

Aoi looked up in disbelief along the black cloth that hit her nose.

First she saw a white jade-like neck, and the protruding Adam's apple rolled slightly along her line of sight.

Qing Hui subconsciously held his breath.

His eyes fell on the black butterfly mask that was a little crooked.

My brain and tongue were instantly tied together.

She said in a daze: "...Your Majesty?"

As she finished speaking, the mask fell off with a "snap" as if in response.

A cold and beautiful face appears behind the mask.

The Xiliang Emperor even has a snow seal.

As his name suggests, his appearance is as cold and beautiful as ice and snow, his profile is cold and resolute, his brows are deep, especially his pair of pale glazed golden eyes, which exude a murderous aura that devours humanity, making people shudder.

"Get off."

Lian Xueyin's voice was slightly deep.

It was as cold as his face.

Qing Hui trembled slightly, then regained consciousness, and hurriedly tried to crawl away from Lian Xueyin.

But he didn't know whether he was frightened or frightened, but his legs were a little weak, and his hands randomly grabbed whatever he could reach, and accidentally pressed him on his waist.

Before Qing Hui had time to move away, she felt a gaze that could freeze her hands.

Frightened, she retracted her fingers and grabbed his belt.

"What are you doing?" Lian Xueyin asked coolly.

"I, I..." Qing Hui was about to say that he didn't do anything, but he caught a glimpse of his hand holding his belt and sitting on his lap. He was stunned for a moment, and his whole face turned red. .

She was afraid that she had the heart of a bear but the courage of a leopard. She had suppressed the tyrant!

Qing Hui hurriedly let go of his hand and climbed up. He was too embarrassed to look at Lian Xueyin, so he tentatively stretched out his hand: "Yes, do you want me to pull you up?"

Lian Xueyin sat up halfway and put his hand into Qing Hui's hand.

Two cold fingers were thrust into Qing Hui's hand, and he immediately realized what nonsense he had said.

But even though the tyrant's hand was stuffed in, she didn't dare to let go!

His heart skipped a beat and he grabbed Lian Xueyin's hand hard.

Lian Xueyin was tall, so she pulled him up, but her body ran into his arms uncontrollably.

Her nose touched his chest.

She hissed softly again in pain.

Lian Xueyin pressed his index finger between her eyebrows and moved her head away from her chest.

Qing Hua woke up in an awkward moment, and her brain circuit finally got on the right track. She rubbed her nose that had been hit twice and saluted perfunctorily, "Qing Hua has met His Majesty the Emperor of Xiliang. I dare to ask, are you hiding?" What are you doing behind the screen in my palace?"

In the clear sky, could it be that he wanted to secretly observe what she did?

Qing Hui suddenly remembered that she had just sent Jin Ling away, when did Lian Xue Yin come?

What did he hear?

Qing Hui suddenly felt bad. He took a step back warily. His whole body was tense. Could he have been hiding in this hall?

Lian Xueyin's eyes seemed to be able to see through what she was thinking, and his voice was calm,

"Just arrived."

"did not hear it."

Qing Hua: "..."

She looked up at the expressionless and serious Lian Xueyin with suspicion and hesitation. Did this mean that there was no three hundred taels of silver in this place?

She asked weakly: "Then what are you doing?"

"Look at you."

Qing Hua: "??"

No, isn't it?

Everyone in Qingshan was dumbfounded. What kind of development is this?

Is it possible that Lian Xueyin is serious about this marriage?

Isn't she just here to go through the motions?

Lian Xueyin's gaze fell directly on her face.

"This is my first marriage."

"Can't you see it?"