"Qingyi, why are you here?" The mellow voice was like a rippling water surface, and was suddenly rippled by a stone, and the ripples of water scattered around, charming and gentle, charming.

With a slight smile, Ye Qingyi did not answer. Although I still feel guilty for causing Donglai Kingdom to suffer the enemy because of my own reasons, but I will not be as weak as I used to be, and I will blame myself for all my mistakes.

"But worrying about the front line war?" Ye Qingyi walked into the pavilion, packed his skirt with his hands, and asked on the marble-polished stone chair.

Thinking of those pictures of Ye Qingyi's anguish because of self-blame these days, Huang Fuyi didn't want the people who had just gotten better, to be tortured again, very struggling inside, and didn't know how to speak.

Huang Fuyi's hesitant expression warmed Ye Qingyi's heart slightly. Sure enough, she did not read the wrong person, nor did she follow the wrong person.

"Don't worry about me, I've figured it out."

Ye Qingyi's simple sentence was like a good medicine, which cured all the anxieties and anxieties of Huang Fuyi.

Huang Fuyi wanted to take the person in front of her into her arms at this moment, and she blamed herself for being incompetent to allow her to suffer these pains.

"Huang Fuyi, although I don't care about it now, but Donglai country can't do it! Now the offensive of South Vietnam and Xichi has put the entire Donglai people in a deep water. If this goes on, the result will be that the corpse will be everywhere, and the people will not talk. Then, no matter how I think about it, I cannot escape condemnation. "

Standing up and pacing slowly with Huang Fuyi toward the garden, as if he had made up his mind, Ye Qingyi said sincerely.

Seeing Ye Qingyi's words like this, Huang Fuyi was completely convinced that the powerful and amazing woman was back.

There are many strange flowers and weeds in the garden, exuding a charming aroma, and the fragrance mixed with the soil was sent to Huang Fuyi by the breeze. Taking a breath, refreshing, Huang Fuyi's heart is gone.

Seeing Huang Fuyi did not speak, but was relieved with relief, Ye Qingyi was also very happy, thinking: For so long, in order to make her happy, Huang Fuyi racked his brains. Now let me guard you and fight for the world for you!

This matter, her poison doctor's hand is in control!

"The situation on the front line, let me face it with you, I don't just blame myself to escape!" The tone of the waves was not surprised, Ye Qingyi said resolutely to Huang Fuyi: "Since everything is because of me , I will finish it myself. "

"Okay, face it together." Huang Fuyi didn't hesitate this time. She stretched out Wei's arm and grabbed the stunning woman, trying to use all her strength to rub her into her body, hoping that she would not be tortured.

The two came to the main hall and asked the guards to inquire about the situation in detail. Seeing Ye Qingyi asking for so long, he was very focused, and Huang Fuyi felt very happy.

He sent Xiao Si down to prepare some light pastries and brewed a pot of citron. Huang Fuyi stepped forward and interrupted Ye Qingyi.

"Let's take a break first. Some pastry tea will be served immediately."

Seeing this all the time, he did not forget to spoil his own Emperor Yifu, Ye Qingyi could not treat him and His Royal Highness King Yisha, who was known as the Raksha Ghost King, with a silver butterfly mask.

She is very happy, the gentleness of this person belongs to her alone. And she is the same. For others, her poison doctor's sacred hand is also ruthless and never soft. Only Huang Fuyi let her be as happy as ever.

Have eaten pastry and finished the fragrant tea.

Taking out the front line map, Ye Qingyi and Huang Fuyi studied again.

Huang Fuyi is explaining the terrain and the sound is fascinating. Ye Qingyi was still thinking about the return of the guard.

It seems that South Vietnam and Xichi are not just knocking on the mountain, but want to capture Donglai.

Prince of South Vietnam Mu Lengqiu, the second prince of the West Lake Su Yixia not only knew her feelings, but Huang Fuyi knew that she could be seen by people with good eyes. This is why the emperor did not dare to touch her.

She didn't want to face them either, because Huang Fuyi must be the first to disagree, which was an insult to his dignity as a man.

However, soldiers are now under the city. If she doesn't show up to stop Mu Lengqiu and Su Yixia, I'm afraid Donglai is going to die.

This is Ye Qingyi's unwillingness to see, but Huang Fuyi is the one she identified, and she must help her win the throne.

Thinking about this, Ye Qingyi turned his head back and looked at the man in front of his face softly, making a decision secretly in his heart.

In the setting sun, night came.

The two people in the room were unaware, and were still intently discussing.

The front battlefield is brightly lit.

In the main tents of the enemy's South Vietnam and Xichi, a handsome and unparalleled general was sitting, either holding a jade in hand or looking at the lamp for a while, his thoughts drifted towards Donglai.