Chapter 421 The palace lord’s wife is male 2
Moreover, Xiao Qingwu has extremely deep internal strength. There are few people in the martial arts world who can defeat her. It is simply wishful thinking to seize the throne from her.
However, if you can't defeat someone openly, there will always be someone who secretly plots a trick.
Even if she took every precaution, she still fell into the trap.
Someone poisoned her food. The poison was colorless and odorless, and even a silver needle couldn't detect it.
……
With this memory, Qingwu understood his identity and the situation he was in.
At this time, the man standing in front of her called her many times. When she didn't respond, her lips curled up and her eyes flashed with joy.
He stretched out an index finger to put it on the wing of her nose to detect her breathing.
Just when his finger was about to be placed under her nose, Qing Wu, who was lying on the beauty's bed, slowly opened his eyes.
There was no wave in the eyes, but there was a terrifying majesty in them.
The man froze, and the smile on his lips had no time to retract.
"What do you want to do?" Her red lips were slightly parted, and her voice was low and indifferent, a soft, low-pitched male voice.
The man in front of me is quite handsome and handsome. He is wearing an elegant white robe and has the clean temperament of a scholar, but his eyes are a little cloudy...
pity.
"Pfft--" The man quickly knelt down after reacting.
He lowered his head, his long hair covering his face covering the panic, fear and...hate, and his body was trembling slightly.
"Palace...Palace Master, I didn't break in on purpose. I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I was really worried that something might happen to the Palace Master, so I came in..." He explained with a trembling voice.
"Oh, that's it."
The man on the couch sat up with graceful movements. She responded casually, with no emotion audible.
There was a long silence after that.
Sweat broke out on the man's forehead. In such a silent atmosphere, his heart beat violently. His hands, which were on the ground and covered by his wide sleeves, were clenched into fists.
He couldn't help but raise his head and peek at the person on the couch, but he happened to meet her black and white eyes. Her eyelashes were lowered, not knowing what she was thinking. Just seeing him looking over, she raised her lips and smiled.
She was extremely beautiful, and her smile was even more seductive, but he quickly lowered his head in horror, and his body trembled even more.
Qing Wu looked at the man kneeling in front of him and curled his lips.
Lying down again, she supported her head with one hand. Her loose clothes were a little loose, revealing her white neck and protruding Adam's apple.
She lazily called: "Xiaoran."
The man was confused and didn't know who she was calling.
Three seconds later, a black figure leaped in from the window and stood beside the couch.
A woman with sharp eyes came in, holding a sword and wearing black clothes. The black clothes wrapped around her graceful body curves. Her long hair was tied high behind her. She stood upright and looked heroic.
She glanced at the person kneeling on the ground, then held her sword and bowed respectfully to Qingwu, "Palace Master."
"Drag this person out and deal with it."
"Yes."
The man raised his head in disbelief: "Palace Master? Why? What did I do wrong?"
Qingwu yawned lazily: "Because I'm unhappy."
Like an emperor, he takes life and death for granted.
He turned pale.
When Xiao Ran picked him up by his collar and dragged him out, he no longer concealed his emotions, his eyes filled with hatred.
"Xiao Qingwu, you will definitely die badly!"
When people not far away heard such a sharp roar, they couldn't help but shrink their necks, sighed silently, and continued to do their own things, as if they were used to it.
The person being scolded glanced at him after hearing what he said, but didn't say anything.
(End of chapter)