Yan Ge did not finally raise his eyes to match Xue Qing's eyes.

She knew that he must be watching her at this moment.

In fact, on the day that the Queen heard about her death, Yan Ge knew that there would be such a day.

She responded to Xue Qing's kindness, and tried to compensate for the upcoming injuries in advance.

But now she was a little uncertain.

Isn't that hurt because of her response?

Yan Song's lips clenched tightly.

Under the long eyelashes, the bottom of the eye is indifferent.

Emperor Xuanwu's voice rang in her ear.

"Yangyang, Yangyang, don't scare me anymore, I just, almost killed you."

Emperor Xuanwu never claimed to be a puppet in front of his Yangyang. This habit follows the shadow and has penetrated the bone marrow.

"Yeah." Yange murmured, "But I'm not dead."

The voice of Emperor Xuanwu choked and turned into a laugh.

He laughed and hugged Yange in his arms and strode out: "Yangyang, I'll take you home."

Yange nestled in his arms and did not resist.

When he came to Xue Qing, Emperor Xuanwu had already calmed down his emotions and gave Xue Qing a cold look, and he was about to leave.

At this time, Xue Qing reached out and stood in front of Emperor Xuanwu. He looked at Yange's neck in surprise, and then became furious: "You pinched her neck again?"

This question really gave Emperor Xuanwu a little bit of imagination.

Xue Qing didn't look at Emperor Xuanwu either. He looked at Yange: "It's already blue and purple, it's more than last time, Yangyang, apply some medicine first."

The word Yangyang stimulated Emperor Xuanwu, and his voice was cold: "There is an imperial doctor in the palace, and you don't bother Master Xue."

Xue Qing looked up at Emperor Xuanwu: "Your Majesty, she is my wife, and she has my child in her belly."

Emperor Xuanwu heard the words, and his face changed.

He stared again at Xue Qing.

In that gaze, murderous wind and rain came.

At this time, Yange reached out and grabbed Emperor Xuanwu's shoulder. She said, "Ajiu, without Aqing, I would have died long ago."

Emperor Xuanwu's body was stiff.

Yan Ge looked up again and looked at Xue Qing: "A Qing, I'm going back to the palace. After I leave, you need to take good care of yourself, and then remarry a wife, you can walk around the world with her and settle down.

She did not wait for Xue Qing to speak, and sighed, "You are old. When marrying a wife, don't harm the young girl. Look for someone who is equal in age."

Xue Qing: ...

He slumped on his face, extremely pale.

Emperor Xuanwu was a few years younger than him.

Is she going to the palace because he is old?

After all, she hasn't changed in these eight years, but he is really eight years old.

Being disgusted by her, Xue Qing felt uncomfortable for a while.

Emperor Xuanwu avoided his hand and strode away while Xue Qing was weak.

Yan Ge always felt that what she had just planned for Xue Qing just seemed to be counterproductive.

She nestled in Emperor Xuanwu's arms, and her lowered sight could see the red shadow that came into her eyes farther and farther, and gradually disappeared from sight.

After entering the palace, the imperial doctor happened to be there, and the medicine Xue Qing sent was also there.

Emperor Xuanwu did not want to use Xue Qing's medicine, but it was said that the medicine was specially prepared last time and was very useful.

Emperor Xuanwu was guilty, and he took the ointment around Yange's neck.

"Yangyang, sorry, there won't be another time."

The song snorted and said nothing.

She didn't believe it at all.

I always felt that her little neck had to be pinched by Emperor Xuanwu sooner or later.