The whole empire is begging for my resurrection

Rong Yunjing only dared to grab the wrist of the person in front of him through his clothes.

Even through a layer of clothes, the touch under the hands is very thin, so thin that one hand can hold it.

The sleeves were pulled back, and the skin was as cold and clear as carved from ivory, extremely light and soft.The slender five fingers rest on the window of the cable car in a very relaxed posture, on which the blue meridians are faintly visible, white and well-defined.

Just looking at it is very pleasing to the eye, but it's a pity that Rong Yunjing has no intention of appreciating it at all at the moment.

His eyes swept over that hand inch by inch, looked over and over again, repeated several times anxiously, and finally raised his eyes to look at Xi Qingyin in disbelief.

"Where's the scar?"

Xi Qingyin paused, pursed her lips and remained silent.

According to his cautious personality, how could he suffer a second time if he suffered a loss long ago.Long before he came to see Tao Xiaoxiao, he had already covered up the scar.

The current situation is too difficult, he doesn't even know who the enemy is hiding in the dark, so naturally it is impossible to drag Rong Yunjing into it so selfishly.

As for the momentary soft-heartedness just now... it was just that short-term pain is worse than long-term pain, and short-term pain is worse than cutting off thoughts early, so as to save the whole person and heart from being implicated by him.

The broadcast counts down.

"There are still 5, 4, 3 before the departure time..."

Xi Qingyin suddenly raised her eyes, and said softly: "The deceased is gone, Your Highness, please... mourn."

It's okay not to say this, but as soon as he said it, Rong Yunjing's face turned pale as if he had been reminded of something.

In his eyes, there was a bewilderment beyond expectation, despair of hopelessness, and more of a self-deprecating wry smile.

What have you been doing these days?

Why do you still hold unrealistic wishes and think that person still exists in the world?It is disrespectful to other people, and even more blasphemy to that person, to recognize other people as him.

Rong Yunjing let go of Xi Qingyin's wrist, took two steps back, lowered his head and said in an inaudible voice, "Sorry."

His appearance really made people feel distressed, Xi Qingyin seemed to see an abandoned puppy, drooping its ears, looking timidly at the ground.

Although this puppy has a bright coat and looks very beautiful.But this doesn't change the fact that he was abandoned.

And the chief culprit of all this is Xi Qingyin herself.

It can be seen from the choice of participating in the war in the past that he has always been a ruthless person, ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to himself.

Averting her eyes, Xi Qingyin closed the window of the cable car with a 'snap', sat back upright, and stared straight ahead.

There was a urging voice on the radio, and the cable car started.

Until the cable car goes farther and farther, it gradually becomes a small black spot in the sky, which can no longer be seen.

Rong Yunjing still stood stiffly on the spot, without moving.

There were many people chasing after him. They seemed to know Rong Yunjing's true identity. They all looked excited and admiring, looking curiously at this rumored gentle and powerful 'Imperial Moonlight'.

Tao Xingchang walked in the front and approached to salute.

"Your Highness, have you heard the news released by the Association of Royal Painters just now? Just now I used the new detection method provided by the association to test this painting for you. It does have the effect of increasing mental power!"

Congratulations to all who came: "Congratulations, Your Highness, for winning the treasure painting!"

Rong Yunjing was stunned for a long time, and turned his face to look at the oil painting Tao Xingchang was holding in his hand.

The crayon marks of abuse have been erased, and the wonderment of the painting itself has been restored.

You can also feel the spiritual power injected into it by touching it, just like the painter himself, this spiritual power is cold and self-sustaining, ethereal and uncertain.It seems that the painting can be peeled off at any time and go away with the wind.

Amidst the sound of congratulations, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince cherished the painting in everyone's eyes, sharpened the frame with his fingertips, and with a proper smile on his face, nodded to accept everyone's congratulations.

It looked the same as usual, and no one noticed that his fingertips were firmly stuck on the thumbtack on the back of the picture frame, drawing a light red mark, and the blood seeped into the back of the picture frame.

A strong warrior can be hurt by a small thumbtack, let alone a heart that is not that strong.

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"If you want to say that the biggest gainer this time is not our Highness. Half of the paintings on the market have been collected by His Highness, he must be very happy!"

"His Royal Highness is not short of money. What he likes is Illustrator Xi. Now I don't know whether these paintings were painted by the gunners or Illustrator himself. What's there to be happy about?"

"So that's the case. No wonder I saw His Highness enter the Wenxiang Pavilion just now, and no one is allowed to come near. It seems that every time His Highness is in a bad mood, he will lock himself in the attic outside the palace. If he is in a bad mood, he will Locked in the Wenxiang Pavilion."

"What do you think His Highness is doing in Wenxiang Pavilion by himself?"

The cat flew across the corridor of the aircraft, and disappeared in a flash amid the exclamation of the maids.

Bodhisattva heart, iron wrist.He was talking about people like Xi Qingyin.

Obviously he did all the bad things himself, but when he thought of Bai Yueguang, whom the whole empire admired, being deceived so hard by him, he couldn't help feeling guilty in his heart, and wanted to see it.

At least to see how Rong Yunjing is now.

The name of Wenxiang Pavilion sounds nice, but it is just a place where maids cook.

The fact that the gentleman stays away from the kitchen is not reflected in Rong Yunjing's place. When he is in a bad mood, he shuts himself in the kitchen. This is the first time Xi Qingyin has heard of it.

At this time, the door of Wenxiang Pavilion was tightly closed, but it didn't bother the cat. He was very decisive and climbed up the wall of Wenxiang Pavilion.

After turning back into the Civet Clan, Xi Qingyin's physical fitness is much better than before.At this time, he was like a sky-swapping monkey, with his little paws stepping on the groove of the attic, he scurried to the window, and the whole cat rolled inside with a flick of his tail.

The smell of oily smoke in Wenxiang Pavilion is not very strong. There should be special incense here, and the tip of the nose is lingering with a light fragrance of vanilla.

With his back to the window, Rong Yunjing sat at the dining table, raising and lowering his arms from time to time, not knowing what he was doing.

The cat curiously turned around to look at it. After seeing Rong Yunjing's movements clearly, it was surprised and dazed for a moment, and then the glutton in its stomach was hooked up.

He suddenly forgot what he was going to do here, and approached slowly, squatting on the side of Rong Yunjing's arm, blinking his blue vertical pupils, looking at Rong Yunjing eagerly.

Rong Yunjing didn't even notice that there was a soft animal beside him, and he still concentrated on repeating the mechanical movements at the beginning.

In front of him were two round dinner plates of equal size, a small pile of soft tofu on the left hand plate, and a large pile of soft tofu on the right hand plate.

This kind of tofu is very soft. Xi Qingyin used to eat it with a spoon. If she used chopsticks, it would be difficult to get it into the bowl.

But Rong Yunjing seems to be a genius, he doesn't have this problem at all.

Holding the chopsticks in his right hand, he was more stable than anyone else, and he put pieces of tofu into the left plate by him, and he didn't put down the chopsticks until the right plate was empty.

"Meow~"

The cat sat upright, blinking its eyes.

Rong Yunjing remained unmoved, still immersed in his own world.

He leaned back slightly on the back of the chair, rested for about a minute, and then picked up the chopsticks again.Clamp the water tofu on the left to the right again.

The cat looked confused.

What is the golden peacock doing, won't it be boring to pinch it around?

After clipping back and forth twice, the cat finally couldn't help it.Quietly stretched out its little paws and stretched them into the plate.

A chopstick of 'dong' knocked on the cat's little paw, and he immediately retracted his paw, but he was not discouraged.A few minutes later, he regained his strength and persistently stretched his paws into the plate, while secretly watching Rong Yunjing's expression.

After many times, the latter turned a blind eye and let him steal tofu.

After eating several pieces of water tofu, the meat on the neck was suddenly lifted, and the whole cat was picked up.

He froze for a moment, even though he was hanging in the air, he was still chewing tofu habitually in his mouth.

Rong Yunjing changed from his previous wandering spirit, put down his chopsticks with a solemn expression, and picked up the cat's little paw with his index finger.

The furry little claws are placed in the palm, and the pads are pink and tender, looking very elastic.The top of the already smooth and bright white fur was clean, and a touch of flesh color was particularly conspicuous.

Rong Yunjing pressed the cat's paw, and the fingertips were also stained with flesh color.After rubbing it twice, the flesh color will blend with the skin color, and it will never be seen again.

"Makeup lotion?"

This is a cosmetic product for every lady in the empire. Compared with the makeup foundation of ancient humans with strong makeup, this new makeup milk can make the skin appear in a natural state, looking like there is no makeup.

The cat was still in the hanging posture of the salted fish, but when it saw the makeup on its paws, it froze in shock.

Oops!How could this makeup cream be rubbed on people, and it would still stay on the bodies of civets!

After panicking for a while, Xi Qingyin quickly calmed down.

Because Rong Yunjing didn't seem to think too much at all, after all, if it were any other person, as long as the person was a normal person, he wouldn't have the wild idea that a person turned into a cat.

He looked at the makeup cream in his hand, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

The original dejected look was swept away, and Rong Yunjing regained his spirit, and lifted the cat to the level of his eyes.

Mercury stared at it, and clearly saw scar-like marks on his wrists.Even if the shape of the scar is different, the skin will never be as smooth as before.

In this case... Could it be the effect of makeup milk?

Rong Yunjing put the cat down, rubbed the cat's head fiercely, and happily piled up all the tofu in the two plates in front of him.

"Eat it!"

Depression all disappeared, and he rekindled hope.

The cat was lying in front of the dinner plate, posing with its hands in its hands, calmly looking at the smiling golden peacock in front of it.

After enjoying himself for a while, Rong Yunjing suddenly picked up the cat and walked towards the other side.

After seeing clearly that Rong Yunjing's destination was the sink, the cat was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly began to struggle violently.

"Afraid of water?"

While holding the cat's paw, Rong Yunjing stuffed it into the water, while trying his best to protect the cat's eyes.

"Hey, don't be afraid if you can't see it."

Xi Qingyin: "..." He is not afraid of water!

If the makeup milk can be preserved, doesn't it mean that the scars on the wrist will also remain?

Makeup milk can also be associated with accidentally touching the maid's cosmetics, but things like scars... how strange it is!

No matter how much a cat resists, it is impossible to resist a grown man.He almost watched the water flow from top to bottom, rushing to the scar on his little paw in one go.

"Ok?"

Rong Yunjing held the cat's little paw, and suddenly frowned.