Beloved Empress

When the ink smothered his nose, he said, "I will die for you. Hey-"

Seeing her pitiful look, the anger of Jun Qian’s heart was swept away, loosening her chin and screaming: "You can also bear this point. Paper tiger."

"What can this be done? Desperate!" Resentful dissatisfaction.

Jun Qian’s sorrowful sighs to her: "If you have the courage to do so, you are not shameful, I am afraid that you do not have this courage."

"You, you, you--" The ink that was dismantled couldn't speak. I didn't expect the goods to be so poisonous. Her head was a little dizzy, and she began to take Venus, her feet soft, ink. The sly body swayed and fell backwards.

"Ink--" Jun Qian Che hugged her.

Ink yelled at him and murmured: "It's all mad at you. The original people can really get angry - die." Slowly closed his eyes.

"Ink--" Jun Qian Che worried about her, but she did not have any reaction to reads;

Jun Qianche touched her pulse and let out a sigh of relief: okay. The line of sight fell on her chest. She thought that she had hit the palm of the assassin before she fell to the cliff. She raised her hand to her collar and hesitated. She pulled her collar away and saw her chest. There is a clear palm print. The reason why she will faint is because this palm hurt her. Now her breath is very weak. She must be given a healing treatment, otherwise she will be dead.

Jun Qian Che helped Mo Yan to sit down on the ground, and sat behind her, conditioning her breath and helping her to heal.

Although the poison in the body does not allow him to exercise, and today to save her, he has used an internal skill. If he is to exercise again, he will also have life-threatening, but now he does not want to think so much, and can not care so much, He only knew that he was going to save her.

Jun Qian Che put the big palm on her back and helped her to heal the wound.

An hour has passed, and Jun Qian’s forehead has sweating, and the exhausted body is even more tiring. For the sake of ink, he must make himself strong.

"Hey--" Jun Qianqu spit blood, still did not stop.

After another quarter of an hour, after the injury of the ink sputum was cured, Jun Qian Che was relieved.

Ink has not yet woken up, Jun Qian Che let her lie in her arms.

A moment later, the ink lashes of the ink squirted, slowly opened his eyes, and the eyes of Jun Qian’s handsome man’s face were reflected.

When she saw her waking up, Jun Qian Che was relieved and said: "How are you feeling?"

Jun Qian’s voice suddenly became so gentle, she was somewhat uncomfortable, and he gave him a white look: “It’s not a life to be killed.”

Upon hearing this, Jun Qian Che pushed her away and stood up, cold and cold: "A woman without conscience."

Ink patted his **** and stood up, whispering a few words.

Mo Yan pulled the clothes off his body. Although he was half dry, he was still very uncomfortable.

Jun Qianche saw her thoughts and said faintly: "There is a cave in front, let the fire burn in the inside! Watch out for the cold." Stepped over.

Moh immediately followed the past.

The cave is quite big, the inside is very cool. In this hot summer, it is like an air-conditioned room. Unfortunately, the temperature at the bottom of the cliff is not as hot as the cliff. The bottom of the cliff gives the impression that it is like a warm spring. There is a hint of coolness. It is even colder when you enter this cave. It is even colder when the clothes are still wet.

"The emperor, you hurry up! It's so cold here."

"You go out and look for dry wood." Jun Qianche's cold command.

Ink pointed to himself: "I am going to find dry wood? What does the emperor do?"

"Hey here waiting for you."

Mo Yan smiled coldly: "The emperor, how do you say this, a big man is here to idle, bullying me a little woman to chop firewood, too much!"

"This is an order, less nonsense." Jun Qian Che sternly.

Mo Yan still has some fear of his majesty. Although he is very dissatisfied, he can't resist it. He has to be pitiful: "Don't you be afraid that there are beasts at the bottom of the cliff, and hurt the courtiers?"

"Just near here, shouting out when there is an abnormality." Jun Qian Che is not moved by her pity.

Mo Yan wants to vomit blood, he is ironic to let himself go, say no benefit, go out in anger.

After the ink squirt went out, Jun Qian’s brows picked up, grabbed his chest, his breathing became short, his chest was stuffy, and his pain was reading.

He deliberately paid for the ink, just did not want him to see himself like this.

Jun Qianqing calms his mood, adjusts his breath, and endures the pain of poisonous hair. He only hopes that this poison can get through as soon as possible.

Ink did not know the good intentions of Jun Qian, and smashed the firewood outside, while blaming Jun Qian, suddenly she turned abruptly, and her mouth smacked a bad smile, looked at the cave, then shouted One voice: "Help!"

Jun Qianche finally survived this poisonous hair. He wanted to rest on the stone wall and suddenly rested. He suddenly heard the ink crying for the ink, and he couldn’t wait to adjust the breath and immediately ran out.

When he saw that Mo Yan stood in the distance and smiled at him, he was very angry.

Mo Yan picked up his eyebrows and said: "I just try to see if you really will save me."

"Don't test your patience." Jun Qianche walked back into the hole.

The ink sputum spits out the tongue.

After Momo returned to the cave, he found that Jun Qian Che had raised a fire and went to the front and asked: "Do you have a dry fire? Why do you want me to chop firewood and tease? Am I very fun?"

Jun Qianche was too lazy to explain to her, cold and cold: "Hurry up and take off your clothes!"

Ink stunned his hands around his chest and worried: "You, what are you doing?"

Jun Qianche feels that her patience in this life has to be used up by her. Sometimes she really wants to knock her out, which will save a lot of trouble.

"Bake your clothes dry." Jun Qian Che said with patience.

Mo Yan looked at him with an alert look: "You shouldn't have any wrong intentions!"

"Ink, you are nonsense, don't mind personally." Jun Qian Che threatened.

Mo Yan scared and quickly withdrew a few steps and asked: "Then you go out, not allowed to see."

Jun Qianqing disdained her and turned and walked out.

Ink did not feel relieved: "No peek."

Jun Qian’s footsteps stopped and didn’t look back. He sneered: “Don’t be too narcissistic.”

"What do you mean?" Murray did not respond.

Jun Qianche turned back and looked at her up and down. She didn't talk and went out.

Ink squinted his head and immediately reacted: he meant that I didn't have any good looks, so he wouldn't look at it. An angry shout: "Jun is a thousand, evil."

Jun Qian, who walked out of the cave, gave a faint smile to his mouth.

On the one side of the ink snoring, undressing, while blaming Jun Qian Che: "Slag man, eat dry and wipe, saying that I don't look good, it doesn't look good to see you, hate, hate, hate!"

Ink changed the clothes, hung the clothes on the shelf made by Jun Qianche, and soon dried it, and it was much more comfortable to wear.

After the ink cartridges packed up and walked out of the cave, but did not see Jun Qian's figure, the heart could not help but panic: "This goods should not leave yourself away! Not just let him see it! As for this ruthless! Leave me alone here, is it to let me die? Call you scum man, and really didn't marry you." Depressed sitting on the big stone, watching the cliffs that are not high, the ink is crying I have been here for a few months, and I have never had a comfortable day. It’s not a fear every day, it’s a sword, how can I be so sad!

Head down, the mood is low to the extreme. :