The night is sultry, peach blossoms are scattered outside the window, racing against time, the night wind blows the homeless flowers, turning them into mud.

Yan Junqing's eyes were deep and his face was stern. He reluctantly put down the person in his arms and turned around to walk out of Chaohuang Hall.

The garden is full of fragrance, and the cold moon is shining.

The moonlight is scattered and cold, and it illuminates the dancing flowers, the palace walls and the high pavilions, and also the faint figure standing in the sea of ​​flowers in the sky. It is cold and desolate, which makes people feel distressed.

Yan Junqing finally looked back. If he could heal her face and alleviate her pain, it would not matter if it cost him his life. As long as she was well, everything would be fine.

Finally, Hua Qianmo came out. She pushed open the door, her eyes as clear as glass were full of ridicule, she raised her thin and beautiful lips lightly, and a sneer crossed her eyebrows.

Before Hua Qianmo could speak, Yan Junqing stepped forward and said in a weak and indifferent tone: "What will it take for you to be willing to help her?"

"Kiss me and I'll tell you." Hua Qianmo's face was cold, and his enchanting eyes were full of contempt and sarcasm.

It was a hug last time, is it a kiss this time?

Yan Junqing stood there, staring at Hua Qianmo's face, not moving at all.

"What? You were so steadfast just now, but now you don't dare?" Hua Qianmo looked at Yan Junqing with a little pain in her eyes, looking at her with hatred.

After standing for a long time, Yan Junqing stiffly leaned forward and gently pecked Hua Qianmo on the forehead.

His purple eyes were cold and indifferent, without any emotion.

In just a moment, he quickly stepped away and said calmly: "Go ahead."

Yan Junqing's kiss was so light and fast, it was over before Hua Qianmo could sink into it.

"No matter what you do, I will not help her. This is my answer!" Hua Qianmo suddenly smiled coldly, with sharpness and anger in his eyes.

I really can’t believe that such a noble Highness would bow his head for Ye Jiangxue.

Haha, such love!

In this case, Yan Junqing! Even if you sink to the dust, I won't help you!

Hua Qianmo has her own persistence. In her opinion, Ye Jiangxue is an enemy that cannot be tolerated at all! Enemy! Evil person!

Anger flashed across Yan Junqing's face. His clothes fluttered and he took a step forward. This time, his voice was cold and piercing, "If you really don't care about saving her, you can commit suicide. Then there will be no hope for her to recover. Now,

Your life is a condition that has been calculated and stated. As long as I can do it, I will definitely satisfy you."

The darkness in Hua Qian Mo's eyes was deep, and a trace of movement cut through her tightly closed heart due to entanglement like a blade. After a moment, she suddenly smiled like a flower, looked at Yan Junqing with pity in her eyes, and said coldly and brilliantly: "Your Highness is indeed a great prince.

Your Highness...Okay, I have only one condition."

"What conditions?"

"I want to see the young master."

"You want to see Qingya?" Yan Junqing was slightly startled, then lowered his head and calculated carefully.

"Young Master died for you. His Highness saved his life. He left Dashen for more than ten years and never went back to take a look. How could he ever remember how miserable the Young Master died back then!" Hua Qianmo gritted his teeth sharply.

She said those four words "I will die because of you" very seriously, as if she was warning Yan Junqing and comforting herself. Ling Qingya died for Yan Junqing, and it was Yan Junqing's incompetence that killed Ling Qingya!
Chapter completed!