Chapter 1833: The villain in the spoiled text 34

Chapter 1833: The villain in the spoiled text 34

Knowing that the disease can be cured, Zhou Yongqi finally showed a sincere smile on his face.

"Thank you, Sister Zhaohua, if it weren't for you... I'm afraid I'd be in the dark if I was killed."

Even at this moment, Prince Wu still did not want to believe that it was the innocent woman who harmed him.

"The family doesn't speak two words. Brother Yong Qi, since the other party wants to harm you, he will never give up. Can you tell me who gave you these things?"

Zhou Yongqi lowered his eyelids and fell into silence.

"Maybe that person was framed. Only by investigating the truth can she be found innocent."

Zhou Yongqi squeezed the quilt tightly, and his voice was somber: "It's Miss Qi Fan, Fan Yanran."

When he said Fan Yanran's name, Zhou Yongqi only felt that his strength was taken away in an instant.

"It was her."

Shu Ange raised his eyebrows and sneered at the corners of his lips.

"Zhaohua knows Miss Fan Qi?"

Zhou Yongqi's voice was a little more surprised. Fan Yanran didn't mention that she was familiar with Fengyi County Master.

"You don't really know each other, Brother Yong Qi, you have to be careful with Fan Yanran. She is the son of Prince Xuan, and the two often meet in secret. You can rest well, and I will show you the evidence."

If Zhou Yongqi was just powerless before, then after hearing Shu Ange's words, it would be like falling into an ice cave.

He had imagined many possibilities, and he couldn't believe that Yanran intended to harm him.

If Fan Yanran was the son of Prince Xuan, everything she did would have reasons to explain.

"Zhaohua, I believe in you."

Zhou Yongqi let out a long sigh, his eyes dimmed.

When he left the Prince Wu's residence, Shu Ange felt a little bored and decided to go to Qin Tianjian.

The snow field is vast, and there are few pedestrians on the road.

The carriage rolled over the wind and snow, and the cool air penetrated through the dark blue curtains.

Prince Xuan's thief will not die, he is ready to move, and he will do anything for the throne.

It takes a lot of work to get him.

As for Fan Yanran, although it's not something to be afraid of, her actions to help Prince Xuan's son by playing with her feelings are too disgusting.

The clown jumping on the beam, it is better to kill it early.

Arriving at Qintian Prison, Shu Ange lifted the curtain of the car, put on his hood and walked up the steps slowly.

"The Lord of Fengyi County is safe."

The gatekeeper recognized Princess Fengyi at a glance, and greeted her enthusiastically.

It was snowing heavily, and the birds and beasts were silent. In such bad weather, it was really unexpected that Fengyi County Master came to the door.

Quan Yunqing stood in the Reflecting Moon Pavilion, silently looking at the snow-covered lake, and suddenly a chuckle came from behind.

He looked back and met Shu Ange's bright eyes.

She lifted her hood, revealing her cheeks reddened by the wind and snow, as bright as a rose and as hot as the sun.

She has a sense of freshness that ordinary noble girls don't have, and every frown and smile makes people move.

"Why do you come here on a snowy day, it's cold, be careful with slippery roads."

Quan Yunqing approached Shu Ange and raised his hand to brush the snow off her shoulders.

"I want to see you, I'm here."

Shu Ange smiled and looked at Quan Yunqing with his head tilted.

On such a cold day, he only wore a few layers of single clothes, and his slender neck was exposed, like a noble swan.

"Aren't you cold?"

Shu Ange grabbed Quan Yunqing's hand, but found that her hand was cooler than his.

"Cough, I just came in from outside, and the ice is on you."

She was about to pull out her hand, but Quan Yunqing held her hand instead.

"not cold."

Her hand was smaller than he thought, and Quan Yunqing held Shu Ange's hand tightly in his palm, his heart was soft.

It is rare for the two to have such an intimate gesture, and the moment they clasped their hands, their bodies were a little stiff.

"It's cold outside, let's sit inside for a while."

Her hands were soft and cold, and the faint fragrance lingered in his nose, disturbing his peaceful heart.

Quan Yunqing had never been so close to a woman before, but when he held her hand, he instinctively didn't want to let go.

Life and death are bound together, talk to Zicheng.

Only such a verse can describe his mood at the moment.

The sky and the earth were white, and where the two walked, there were two shallow footprints.

"Yunqing, have you heard of it? It is said that walking together on a snowy day means that the two of them can grow old together."

Shu Ange moved his fingers quietly and intertwined with Quan Yunqing.

"Grow old together."

Quan Yunqing repeated it, his eyes as cold as water fell on Shu Ange's face.

"Hold your hand and grow old with your son."

The plain verse, read from Quan Yunqing's mouth, has a thrilling meaning.

"Yunqing, I hope your heart is like mine."

Shu Ange looked into Quan Yunqing's eyes, expressing his admiration and love without hesitation.

Her straightforwardness and enthusiasm made Quan Yunqing's heart beat faster, but at the same time, she felt a little helpless.

"Zhaohua, you have a long way to go."

Her life is extremely precious, and she is destined to become the most honorable person in Daxia.

Quan Yunqing loves her and doesn't want to be an obstacle to her flying.

"Because the road is long, I need someone to walk with me."

During the conversation, the two had already reached the flower hall.

The charcoal fire in the brazier is vigorously burning, and the fine silver wire charcoal has no trace of smoke.

Quan Yunqing reluctantly let go of Shu Ange's hand and asked her to take a seat on the soft collapse.

"The chair is cool, it will be more comfortable to sit on the soft couch."

He invited Shu Ange to the soft couch, and stepped back to avoid suspicion.

"Sit together."

Shu Ange grabbed Quan Yunqing's wrist with a faint smile in his bright eyes like autumn water.

The soft couch is very spacious for one person, but it is a bit crowded for two people.

"Forgot to take off the crane cloak."

Shu Ange got up and took off the snow-covered crane cloak, revealing the plain white silver satin silk clothes, and his waist was like a willow.

Quan Yunqing didn't know where to look, so he moved his body slightly to the right.

"Huh? A little cold."

"Do you want to add a charcoal basin?"

Standard straight male answer.

Shu Ange smiled, reached out and grabbed Quan Yunqing's shirt, blinked and said, "Can I keep you warm in your arms?"

As she spoke, she leaned her body into his arms.

Quan Yunqing's body was tense, and he didn't know where to put his hands: "Zhaohua, this is not right."

"What's wrong, Yun Qing, let's hear it."

Shu Ange grabbed a strand of Quan Yunqing's hair, twisting it in the palm of his hand, his eyes gleaming like a peach blossom.

She played the role of a bully who molested a beautiful man from a good family, and she was in high spirits.

"I am a man."

Quan Yunqing wrapped around Shu Ange's waist, her breath was slightly disordered, and her face as white as jade flushed.

"Well, I'm a woman."

Shu Ange leaned against Quan Yunqing's arms, looking up at him and snickering.

"The target character's favorability rating is +9, and the current favorability rating is 96."

The people in front of her were smiling like flowers, which made Quan Yunqing feel uncomfortable. He lowered his head and wanted to kiss her on the lips, but he was afraid of the sudden beauty.

"Well."

Seeing that Quan Yunqing hadn't let go of the kiss, Shu Ange took the initiative to bring her blushing lips up.

"Yunqing, I love you."

A sentence "I am happy with you" made Quan Yunqing let go of all worries.

He kissed Shu Ange's lips, put her tightly in his arms, and the two fell on the soft couch together.

When a beautiful woman is in her arms, she is intoxicated even without alcohol.