Feeling the strong murderous intent, the first person to be intimidated was none other than Ling Ziliang. He pulled Meng Xian in a panic and told him to shut up.

Ye Jiangxue has never experienced Meng Xian's cruelty. She doesn't think she can die in this way!

Sensing Ling Ziliang's fear, Meng Xian hurriedly stood in front of him to protect him, and met Ye Jiangxue's eyes with a lukewarm look.

After a long time, he suddenly grabbed Ling Ziliang's arm and flew up. In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared into the bright sunshine as quickly as a ghost.

The empty peach garden echoed: "Ye Jiangxue, I have told you the method. I wish you an early death and a premature birth."

Listening to Meng Xian's arrogant words, Ye Jiangxue was not angry at all, she was smiling and looked indifferent.

Yan Junqing was even more calm and silent, slowly flying to the front of the guqin, sitting on the ground, and gently flicking the strings with her white hands.

A sound as clear as running water came tinkling, floating in the pink sky, circling around the beams, beautiful and sweet.

The huge peach garden was silent in a pale pink. Ye Jiangxue's bright yellow clothes were extremely eye-catching. She strolled in the peach garden, walked slowly to the pavilion, and squatted next to Yan Junqing.

Bright yellow and plain white clothes overlapped each other. Ye Jiangxue's arms as white as green onions rested on Yan Junqing's shoulders. Her big, bright and clear eyes as bright as paint were full of tenderness and affection. She smiled softly and said: "You

Are you worried too?"

Listening to the chaos of the piano, he had many thoughts on his mind and put them into the sound of the piano.

Ye Jiangxue was not an elegant person, but it could be heard that he was upset.

He was worried, he was melancholy, he was terrified, all for her alone.

"Let's start with the Bi family. Biyun and Bixiao are still imprisoned in the heavenly prison. It's easiest to get his blood." Yan Junqing looked indifferent and his eyes showed doting. He stopped playing the piano in his hand and stretched out his bright wrist to rub it gently.

Rub Ye Jiangxue's black hair like ink.

"It's all up to you." Ye Jiangxue felt extremely sad in her heart.

It can be seen that Ling Ziliang helped a lot this time.

But there is a solution to her poison, but what about him? How long can his body last? How long can that man's soul be suppressed?

Even if she can detoxify, what should Yan Junqing do...

The time is quiet, the sunshine is quiet, and the bright light falls on the ground, falling on the broken peach petals.

The sound of the piano, as clear as flowing water, sounded again. Yan Junqing's face was calm and elegant, and her bare hands were stroking the strings as gently as blue waves.

After a long time, Ye Jiangxue stood up gracefully, followed closely by Yan Junqing. The two of them did not communicate verbally, but they both understood each other's thoughts.

Silence is better than sound, but that's it.

[Drag away the shady prime minister]

The dungeon of the Imperial Palace was no longer so beautiful and romantic. The dark cells were dark, damp, and smelled of putrid smell.

Smelling the disgusting smell that assaulted her nostrils, Ye Jiangxue couldn't help but frown slightly, and Yan Junqing followed closely behind, without a glance, her face was calm, and her eyes were clear and cold.

In the dark dungeon, there are two cells on the left and right. The cells are made of fine black iron.

On the left, Bixiao stands in silence, embarrassed and vicissitudes of life.

On the right is Biyun, who is sitting on a chair and burying his face between his arms.
Chapter completed!