Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

Sima Chun didn't answer and asked instead: "Did Jiu'er just come out of Mingde Hall?"

"Um."

"Did Jiu'er ever mention our marriage to Father? What did Father say?"

Looking at Sima Chun's tender eyes that couldn't hide a trace of anxiety and irritability, Qingyun Qingling said: "Brother, I said, didn't I say we'll talk after a while? Why are you forcing me like this?"

Seeing Qingyun turning sideways with a sad look, Sima Chun became anxious, put his hands on her shoulders, turned her to face him, and explained hurriedly: "Jiu'er, don't be angry, I'm not forcing you. I'm just a little bit I'm worried that Jiu'er is so outstanding that so many people are vying to marry Jiu'er. Even Chu Yunyi wants to marry you as his queen, just in case..."

"Am I, in the heart of the eldest brother, a person who is not firm in his position and is erratic?" Qingyun forced himself to retreat, with a look of hurt on his face.

"No, Jiu'er, in my heart, you are gentle, beautiful, and pure and kind. No one can replace you!"

"real?"

In the bright moonlight, her elegant and refined face is as pure as a hibiscus, her dark pupils are covered with mist, her perfect cherry lips are slightly opened and closed, and her body under the red cloak is graceful and graceful, as if a fairy from the Yao Palace accidentally fell into the mortal world. Sima Chun suddenly lost his soul.

Suddenly he hugged Qingyun into his arms, his arms tightly wrapped around her soft and fragrant waist, and her faint fragrance was in his breath. Sima Chun was distracted and breathed quickly: "Jiu'er, believe me, I love you My love, everything I say to you is true!" After saying that, he bent his head to kiss those cherry lips.

Although Jiu'er and he had already settled in love, Jiu'er always adhered to the etiquette. Apart from holding hands and hugging each other, the two of them had no intimate behavior.

But after having fun with Meier last night, he realized that there was such extreme joy between men and women.

If it were Jiu'er, what would that taste like...

Just thinking about it made Sima Chun feel unbearably hot all over, and a stream of heat gathered somewhere in his body.

Hot breath pressed against her face. Qingyun panicked for a moment and quickly turned her head to the right. Her hands hanging by her sides clenched tightly into fists before she tried her best to resist the urge to kill him. She pretended to be frightened and said: "Brother, didn't you promise me to wait until my wedding? If you do this now, how can I face the world?"

Zike and Lan Jue, who were originally waiting not far away, rushed forward upon seeing this and tried their best to break Qingyun out of Sima Chun's arms.

Zike helped Qing Yun take a few steps back and comforted her softly, while Lan Jue glared at Sima Chun who had regained consciousness, wishing to cut him into pieces.

Ignoring Lan Jue in front of him, Sima Chun looked at the trembling Qing Yun in Zike's arms. His pale and helpless face was as weak and sad as if the pear blossom had been bullied by wind and rain at the first bloom. He couldn't help but blame himself: "Jiu'er, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I just..."

"Stop talking, I don't want to hear anything." With Zike's careful support, Qingyun turned around and left.

Lan Jue immediately picked up the palace lantern on the ground and followed it.

Looking at the figure who didn't look back, Sima Chun was very annoyed. When he was about to chase after him to explain, Qingyun's cold voice suddenly came from the wind, "Today Yue Mei came to ask me to ask my father to help Tian Da for her brother." The young lady proposed marriage, but she said that Miss Tian was too arrogant, so I didn't agree. She must be feeling sad at the moment, so the eldest brother would comfort me to prevent her from misunderstanding me."

Sima Chun's mind moved, and he couldn't help but picture Mei'er's graceful body and beautiful moans in his mind. The emotion that had just cooled down surged again, and without caring about anything else, he flew towards the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Turning around and looking at the place where Sima Chun was standing just now, Qingyun's expression was solemn and cold, with bottomless eyes as deep as ink.

"Why didn't you kill him just now?"