The demon concubine of rebirth, you have been tricked by gl

The breeze blows gently, and the sound of the piano is deep and leisurely, sometimes as clear as water, sometimes as slow as thunder.

The shade of the tree swayed gently with the wind, and occasionally one or two fallen leaves fell on the table.

Tuoba Lingjun was lying on the table, his eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed a little sleepy.

Yan Wanting's face was ruddy, holding a wine glass in one hand, propping his forehead with the other, looking at the woman in front of her with her head bowed and stroking the strings with clear eyes.

"Ah" Tuoba Lingjun raised his head, Jing couldn't help covering his stupidity with his hand, and yawned, his eyes soaked with mist.

It seemed a little different from the piano sound she had imagined. For some reason, she felt a little sleepy when she heard Xia Qiulian playing the piano.

"Sleepy." Yan Wanting turned to look at her, frowned slightly and asked softly.

"En." Tuoba Lingjun glanced at Xia Qiulian who was playing the piano, and nodded embarrassedly.

"Then go back first."

"Go back, now? It's too impolite." Tuoba Lingjun opened his eyes wide, and forced himself to sit up straight while fighting against his sleepiness.

"If you're asleep, wouldn't it be even more rude."

Yan Wanting's complexion was rosy, and his tone was calm.

Although she had had a few drinks, she did not appear to be intoxicated.

"Then, shall I go now, Concubine Xian..."

Tuoba Lingjun was indeed very sleepy. She was particularly energetic after drinking, but when Xia Qiulian played the piano, she felt sleepy like a tide.

"I'll just say hello to her in a while. If you're sleepy, go back and rest."

Yan Wanting waved his hand.

"I think you are eager to let me go first."

Tuoba Lingjun stood up and muttered softly.

Yan Wanting raised his eyebrows sideways, stretched out his hand and pointed to the palace gate.

Tuoba Lingjun covered his lips with his hand, yawned again, and then walked away quickly.

She'll probably get a good night's sleep tonight.

As soon as Tuoba Lingjun left, only Yan Banting and Xia Qiulian were left in the courtyard, and Qing Yuan and Lv Ruan, who were waiting on the sidelines, were also sent down early to rest.

Yan Wanting looked up at Xia Qiulian, her pale face, her lowered eyebrows, and the blue hair dancing on her shoulders as the breeze blew.

Tuoba Lingjun didn't leave for a long time when Xia Qiulian stopped playing with the strings, and the aftertaste of the low-pitched piano sound slowly drifted away in the air.

Xia Qiulian raised her eyes, her eyes as deep and indifferent as autumn water looked at Yan Wanting.

The two looked at each other quietly without saying a word.

Perhaps with a bit of scrutiny and a bit of guesswork, there are unspeakable complexities and entanglements hidden deep in it.

Yan Wanting withdrew her gaze first, and looked at the remaining half glass of sake in her hand with a frivolous look on her lips.

"I didn't expect that Qiu Lian's Qingfeng Mint today would be so drowsy. If I hadn't had a few drinks, I would have fallen asleep at the table."

"Your Highness has had a few glasses of wine today."

Xia Qiulian gently lifted the hem of her skirt, walked to the table, the corner of the skirt was lifted up and down, Yan Wanting keenly caught a glimpse of the white jade feet that flashed by.

"Today, Qiu Lian persuaded me to have a few drinks, and I drank a few."

Yan Wanting raised his head calmly and drank the remaining half glass of wine in his hand.

"Qiu Lian doesn't know when His Highness's drinking capacity became so good."

Xia Qiulian sat down across from the Banting Pavilion. She picked up the jug and shook it lightly. Hearing the sound, it seemed that there was still some wine left.

So she filled the empty wine glass in Yan Wanting's hand again.

"How do you know that I'm not drunk?" Yan Wanting murmured softly, half lying on the table, looking at Xia Qiulian's hazy and cold face under the moonlight with blurred eyes.

"Is His Highness drunk?"

Xia Qiulian stretched out her hand, and with her white fingertips, gently picked up a strand of blue hair scattered around her ear, and stroked it behind her ear.

"What if I say I'm drunk?"

Yan Wanting suddenly smiled foolishly, squinting like a lazy cat.

"You can be trusted."

"Your Highness, how can you believe Qiu Lian?" Xia Qiu Lian looked at Yan Banting with a cold face, she seemed unmoved, her eyes were cold.

"You look like this, let me..." Yan Wanting suddenly raised her hand to Xia Qiulian's face, the corner of her dropped sleeve was stained with the liquid in the wine glass, and her fingertips were almost touching Xia Qiulian After a while, it stopped again.

"Qiu Lian looks like this now, but His Highness hates it."

Xia Qiulian raised her hand, and her cold palm gently held Yan Wanting's fingertips.

Her skin was so cold that Yan Banting's body trembled slightly.

"If I say it, it makes my heart move."

Yan Wanting pursed her lips, her eyes were blurred and scattered, she smiled a little frivolously, and lightly brushed Xia Qiulian's palm with her fingertips.

"Heartbeat?" Xia Qiulian murmured softly with downcast eyes, she let go of the hand holding Yan Wanting's fingertips, but the next second her hand was held by Yan Wanting.

Yan Wanting lay half of her body on the table, she held Xia Qiulian's wrist tightly, and leaned over to get closer.

The warm breath and the mellow smell of wine fell on his face, staining Xia Qiulian's pale face with a blush.

Yan Wanting looked at Xia Qiulian obsessively, turned his head slightly and called Xia Qiulian's name softly.

"Xia Qiulian."

Xia Qiulian raised her head, looking directly at Yan Wanting's eyes seriously.

"That day, why did you let me stay in your bedroom?"

"Qiu Lian doesn't know when His Highness said what will happen."

"You know."

Yan Wanting frowned, and looked at Xia Qiulian stubbornly with her lips pursed in a childish manner.

Xia Qiulian looked at Yan Wanting quietly, without saying a word, her cold eyes reflected Yan Wanting's face.

"I don't know why, I always wanted to come to you before, as if no one could find me anymore, it seemed like coming home by your side, even if you never said a word, as long as I smelled the smell on your body, I would I'm not afraid anymore."

Yan Wanting murmured, her loose eyes seemed to be looking at Xia Qiulian, and she seemed to be looking at something through her.

She seemed to be getting drunk, her cheeks became more and more rosy, and her eyes became more and more blurred.

before.

How long ago, Xia Qiulian couldn't tell the difference.

"now what."

she asked softly.

"Now, hehe, I still want to find you, but I don't want to see you."

Yan Wanting knew that she was drunk, and there were some things that she should hide from her mouth, but maybe it was hypnotized by alcohol, maybe it was her grievance and resentment, she abandoned her rationality and spoke recklessly.

"do you hate me."

Xia Qiulian's originally rosy face turned pale again.

All guesses have been answered.

Perhaps it could be said that they already had the answer in their hearts, and now it is just another confirmation.

"Hate, naturally hate. I want to kill you, but I can't bear to kill you, because I want to torture you, I want to make your life worse than death."

Yan Wanting could clearly see that when she said this, Xia Qiulian's cold eyes seemed to be a little dazed, and those eyes that were always cold seemed to be filled with hazy mist little by little, condensing into tears .

The pleasure of revenge filled Yan Wanting's heart, and the tingling pleasure made her heart beat faster and faster.

"Sure enough, you are an awakened evil spirit just like me. But I came to kill you, and you, why did you come back?"

"I just don't want it to happen again."

Xia Qiulian raised her chin stubbornly, the tears in her eyes never fell, she looked at Yan Wanting coldly.

The evaporating alcohol inspired all the hatred in Yan Wanting's chest, and her drunken eyes turned scarlet little by little.

"Oh, lie, I think you were just abandoned by Jiang Xunyan. How can that man who has obtained the supreme imperial power still take you seriously. You are just a pawn to him, but now you are compared to me. , similarly, you are just a pawn."

They are all tired of concealing, all the love and hatred, it is better to say it together.

There is no such catharsis more exhilarating.

Xia Qiulian still raised her head stubbornly, her eyes were cold and neither sad nor joyful looking at the hateful woman in front of her.

This woman who once loved her deeply, now hates her miserably.

"Then how do you plan to use my chess piece? Perhaps, I am just an abandoned piece now, and I have no use value for anyone."

"You are naturally valuable. Do you know who saved you last time? It was Jiang Xunyan. Maybe he still has you in his heart, or maybe he still thinks you are a useful chess piece. As long as he believes in this way, I will Then I can use you, use you as bait, and draw him out."

Xia Qiulian felt that Yan Wanting was overestimated, and her position in Jiang Xunyan's heart.

"You should know he's smart."

Xia Qiulian's words displeased Yan Wanting. She took a breath, let go of Xia Qiulian's hand, and gently pinched Xia Qiulian's chin instead.

She smiled disdainfully.

"Why, are you speaking for your lover?"

Xia Qiulian frowned tightly, as if disgusted, not Yan Banting's frivolous actions.

Instead, she hated Yan Banting for saying that Jiang Xunyan was her lover.

It's just that Yan Wanting only thought that Xia Qiulian didn't like how he treated her and frowned in disgust.

"It seems that you still don't like me touching you."

Yan Wanting snorted coldly, her eyes glanced across Xia Qiulian's fair and slender neck, and the hand holding her chin followed her down, caressing her neck all the way to the neckline.

"Yan Wanting."

Xia Qiulian's face finally showed a bit of embarrassment, and she reached out to press Yan Banting's hand that had penetrated into her clothes.

"Don't want to?"

Yan Wanting raised his eyebrows frivolously, and looked at Xia Qiulian playfully.

"If you think you can use me to contain Jiang Xunyan, feel free to do so, but now I am your father's woman. Then you have your father in your heart, so you shouldn't be so presumptuous with me."

Xia Qiulian looked at Yan Wanting with cold eyes, she knew that Yan Wanting hated her, and it was fine to use her, she didn't hold any grudges.

But she couldn't tolerate Yan Wanting's contempt and blasphemy against her without respect.

"Are you using my father to suppress me?"

Xia Qiulian's cold eyes did not restrain Yan Banting, she seemed to be more presumptuous and evil.

"Xia Qiulian, you and I both know that my father can't do anything to you. You are just my father's woman in name."

Xia Qiulian's expression changed, she shook off Yan Banting's hand and stood up.

She looked down at Yan Wanting with a resolute and slightly angry expression.

"Yan Wanting, it is true that I did something wrong. But I was only doing it for the people of Jiang Country. I am sorry for the people of Yan Country, and I have betrayed you. Now I just want to make amends. I can help you deal with Jiang Xunyan. Protect the people of Yan and Jiang, but that doesn't mean I can let you do whatever you want."

Yan Wanting's eyes were scarlet, she clenched her hands tightly, looked at Xia Qiulian firmly, and growled.

"What about everything I have done? What about my sincerity to you? It was just my wishful thinking? I once took out my heart and held it in front of you, but you cruelly threw it on the ground and stomped on it. Broken. You want me to respect you, but how have you ever respected me."

Unwilling, how unwilling.

Regardless of past and present lives, no matter how she treats Xia Qiulian.

This woman never had the slightest sincerity towards her.

Even if she came back from the dead like her, she was only ashamed of the people of Yan and Jiang.

What about her.

What about her.

Is there only guilt, nothing but guilt?

"Yan Wanting, is there room between you and me? If I wish...you won't hate me."

Xia Qiulian looked at Yan Wanting's resentful eyes, and took two steps back staggeringly. She looked at Yan Wanting with a pale face.

The wound, which was obviously healed, seemed to start to hurt again.

It was as if a wound that had healed was torn open again with brute force, bloody and bloody and painful to the bone marrow.

Yan Wanting finished chasing him.

"What do you wish?"

Xia Qiulian shook her head, the pain in her shoulder made her stand a little unsteady, but she stretched her body tightly and looked at Yan Banting stubbornly.

"I don't know, enough is enough. Yan Wanting, you go."

Yan Wanting's face became blurred little by little, her figure seemed to approach from far away, and then seemed to slowly go away.

Xia Qiulian's body was trembling, her face was pale, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from her forehead.

"Xia Qiulian, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Wanting noticed Xia Qiulian's abnormality, she stood up and leaned against Xia Qiulian.

"I don't know, I really don't know."

Not sure what to do.

The deep tiredness seemed to be oppressed from the soul, making Xia Qiulian unable to keep calm anymore, and her pale thin lips kept opening and closing to murmur.

Everything in front of me began to spin continuously.

"I do not know."

But in just a few breaths, Xia Qiulian's life seemed to flash before her eyes.

The Yan Wanting who once doted on her like life, and now the Yan Wanting who can't wait to love her flesh and blood are intertwined, making it impossible for her to distinguish.

she really...

I really miss it.

I miss the woman who just smirked at her and said that as long as she was by her side, she could abandon everything.

It turned out that she missed her so much.

But I can't go back, I can't go back to everything.

Xia Qiulian's eyes darkened, and her thin body fell to the ground.

It's just that she didn't fall on a hard stone slab, but fell into a warm embrace.

"Qiu Lian."

That urgent whisper made Xia Qiulian slightly open her eyes.

At that time, Yan Wanting's face was concerned and frightened, without resentment or indistinguishable falsehood.

Xia Qiulian's eyes lit up, she took a deep look at Yan Wanting, raised her lips and smiled slightly, and closed her eyes.