Quickly penetrate the host, she is deadly and seductive

Shi Qing looked at the bed curtain above his head, blinked his eyes, and said calmly: "Well, smoke it." 】

【OK. 】The system immediately began to activate the power of the system to extract love threads.

As the system progressed in extracting love threads, Shi Qing could feel her soul getting lighter and lighter. She could also see "herself" lying on the bed with her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.

At the moment when Qingsi was about to be successfully extracted, Qingsi ran back into Meng Xuanheng's body.

The system was shocked. The love silk that was obtained ran away like this?

Shi Qing also noticed something was wrong. She turned around and looked, and found that her demon soul had returned to that body.

【system?what happened? 】

The system was confused, [I, I don’t know, the love thread was pulled out just now, but it ended up running back into Meng Xuanheng’s body. 】

[I have never heard of such a situation before. It may be a bug. I will report the situation to the General Administration. ] Saying that, the system immediately sorted out the situation just now and sent it to the General Administration.

[The host may have to stay here for a while longer. We can leave after the bugs are fixed at the headquarters. 】

When Shi Qing listened to the system saying the problem, a dark light flashed across his eyes.

Her intuition told her that it might not be a bug, but in the end she said nothing and just said, [Okay. 】

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Since he couldn't leave, Shi Qing got up, dressed, washed, and handed over breakfast as usual.

Since he didn't have to go to court, Shi Qing had nothing to do after breakfast, so he sat in the room and read for a while.

After a while, Shi Qing turned his head and looked outside, looking at the open door and feeling strange.

If it were normal days, Meng Xuanheng would have come to see her long ago, but today he still hasn't come, because of the accident when he extracted the love thread just now.

Shi Qing closed the book in front of him, stood up and left the palace, heading towards the palace where Meng Xuanheng was.

She didn't let the palace officials inform her, but walked straight in. When she reached the door of the room where Meng Xuanheng was, she saw an imperial doctor in his room.

When the imperial doctor turned around and walked out with the medicine box on his back, he saw Shi Qing standing at the door. He immediately saluted and said, "I see your Majesty."

Meng Xuanheng paused when he heard the sound. The hand on his leg suddenly tightened, and his eyes narrowed as he looked at Shi Qing.

Shi Qing looked at the imperial doctor who was still saluting and said, "Go down."

"Yes." The imperial doctor stood up and walked out quickly. Soon, he was gone.

Shi Qing stepped into Meng Xuanheng's room and stared at his bandaged hand, "Why are you injured?"

Meng Xuanheng raised his hand on his leg slightly and said in a very casual tone: "I originally wanted to carve a hairpin with my own hands and give it to you as a gift, but my hand was too clumsy and I didn't carve it well, and I still hurt my hand."

"I didn't want to call the imperial doctor. I thought I would just give some medicine myself. Mu Jiu made it out of nothing, so I had to invite the imperial doctor."

Shi Qing observed Meng Xuanheng's expression carefully, but didn't see anything wrong.

Shi Qing walked up to Meng Xuanheng and sat down, "Forget it is difficult to make a hairpin."

"No, I can't forget it. I have to make it for you." Meng Xuanheng stared at Shi Qing with dark eyes, a deep stubbornness in his eyes.

Shi Qing looked at Meng Xuanheng quietly and said nothing.

Meng Xuanheng took the initiative to talk about something else and dropped the topic just now.

After chatting for a while, Meng Xuanheng took the initiative to suggest: "Qingqing, we don't have to go to court today and there is nothing to do. Why don't we go to the cold palace to spend a day together? It's just the two of us. No one else will disturb us."

After saying that, Meng Xuanheng stretched out his hand towards Shi Qing, and when he saw Shi Qing put her hand on his, the corners of his lips curved in pleasure.

Meng Xuanheng held Shi Qing's hand and walked towards Leng Gong step by step.

Although they have not been to the cold palace these days, Meng Xuanheng specially arranged for someone to go to the cold palace to clean it every other day, so it is still very clean there.

And before they arrived, Meng Xuanheng had already had some good charcoal lit, so they could feel the warmth as soon as they entered the room.

The two of them sat in the room, chatting all day long. They talked a lot, from their childhood to the present, from the past to the future.

The two of them also ate lunch and dinner in the cold palace. After the palace servants brought the food, they left immediately.

During dinner, Meng Xuanheng specially sent two jars of wine.

That night, the two of them drank happily and played games while drinking. The loser had to drink.

At first, Shi Qing was not familiar with the rules and lost continuously. Later, when he became familiar with them and understood them, Meng Xuanheng lost all the time and occasionally won a few games.

After drinking too much, Meng Xuanheng was also a little drunk, and his handsome face was stained with red, making him look less sharp and more handsome.

Meng Xuanheng turned to look at Shi Qing, his drunken Mo Tong stared at her closely. After staring for a while, he raised his hand to rest on the table and moved closer to Shi Qing little by little.

But there was no such desire in his eyes, and he kept staring at Shi Qing's eyes the whole time, and the tenderness and affection in his eyes seemed to overflow.

"Qingqing, you like me too, don't you? Let's get married."

He was a little drunk, his speech was a little slurred, and there was a bit of tiredness between the lines. His low-mellow voice was full of temptation, making people unable to help but agree to him.

Hearing this, Shi Qing's slender eyelashes paused, and she raised her eyes to look at Meng Xuanheng's dark pupils, her clear and bright eyes full of love and expectation.

Shi Qing originally wanted to say something to deceive him, but when it reached his lips, he swallowed it back.

In the silence, Meng Xuanheng seemed to be drunk and unconscious. His body softened and he rushed towards Shi Qing, his chin resting on Shi Qing's shoulder.

Shi Qing looked at Meng Xuanheng who was jumping on her, turned her face sideways, and called him, "Meng Xuanheng, wake up, wake up."

But Meng Xuanheng didn't respond, he still lay motionless, as if he had really passed out from drunkenness.

Seeing this, Shi Qing helped him up, carried him to the next room, put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and turned around to leave.

After Shi Qing walked out of the room, she did not return to her own room immediately. Instead, she stood in the yard and looked at it for a while.

Under the cold moonlight, the scene in the courtyard could be vaguely seen. The flowers tied to the big tree had become much wilted because they had been picked for too long.

Most of the flowers in the pots had failed due to the cold weather. The petals fell to the ground and were stained with dust, leaving only bare branches.

inside the house.

In the dimness, Meng Xuanheng, who should have fainted from drunkenness, opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and he was not even a little drunk.

Meng Xuanheng thought about Shi Qing's silence just now, which was her silent rejection.

He reached out and took out the hairpin that had been engraved on his chest. His dark eyes were filled with pain and sorrow, and the atmosphere around him was low, showing a trace of malaise.

"I still...can't keep you after all?" His hoarse voice was very soft, but it revealed countless sorrow.

Meng Xuanheng's hand holding the hairpin tightened tighter and tighter. The sharp point of the hairpin dug into his palm, and blood flowed out, staining the cloth.