Qing Jiuying stood in front of the couch with the joy scale, the candlelight flickering, reflecting his delicate eyebrows and three points of evil spirit. The woman under the joy is still immersed in the dream of a wonderful wedding.

Xi Liang picked the corner of the red silk and stayed for a long time, as if hesitating, and after a long time, Qing Jiuying finally slowly picked up Wanling's red hijab.

Wanling's face was bright and charming, and her contours were also distinct, but at this time, it seemed blurry in the phantom candle shadow. The wind passed through the hall, and the sound was like mournful music.

"What are you looking at?" Wan Ling immediately blushed when she saw Qing Jiuying staring at her.

Qing Jiuying wanted to answer her, but she couldn't find the right words to say, so she got up and poured two glasses of wine, one was handed to Wanling, and the other was held by herself.

Wan Ling saw that he didn't seem to be angry yet, so she stood up with the wine cup and took the initiative to stick it, her arm gently wrapping around his neck.

Feeling the delicate touch sliding through her neck, Qing Jiuying's heart jumped, and she also reached out to wrap her neck, the wine glass was on her lips, but she didn't drink it immediately.

"If you drink this wine, you won't be angry, okay? I'll listen to you in the future." Wan Ling smiled softly, and the look that looked at him sideways was gentle and delicate.

"Good. Qing Jiuying's eyes closed, and he raised his glass and drank the wine.

Wan Ling immediately raised her glass and drank together, from beginning to end, never suspecting that there was fraud in the wine.

Qing Jiuying saw that she drank not a drop of the medicinal wine with her own eyes, so she easily opened him, but as if she was not relieved, she whispered in her ear as if she was unintentional, "This body is red, and whoever wears it is not as good-looking as my master." ”

The tone was light and sarcastic, even with a hint of reluctance and resentment.

It would be unpleasant for any woman to hear her husband say such a thing, let alone on the wedding night, when he commented on her carefully prepared wedding dress.

Wan Ling's body stiffened, and her heart instantly cooled to the bottom.

She thought, she still can't get through it!

She tried her best to make his life reincarnate as a lowly play, trying to distance him from the woman who was high in the clouds, but he still went to Huaxin's side.

In order to let him leave Huaxin, she had a clear conscience and took a risk, secretly revealing the news that Taoyao Ice Fox Ji was sealed at the bottom of the pool, trying to make Ji and Huaxin fight and lose both.

Things have developed into what they are today, she is the real mastermind behind the scenes, and she seems to have gotten the result she wanted.

But the painting heart is not dead, and Ji is not dead.

When he went away with her last night, why didn't she want to?

But she didn't dare.

Although she and Ji are sisters, they are not Ji's opponents, and they have a deep hatred for each other, she has long expected that Ji will not let her go, let alone let her betray the scholar who betrays the fox clan and calculates Ji, so she deliberately said that the earth is a scholar, so as to divert Ji's attention.

And in order to ensure the absolute safety of Qing Jiuying, she can only stay in the city and let him continue to be blessed by Shuyi. He also has to force a smile, and maintain a seemingly intimate relationship with the painting heart, so that Ji does not dare to act rashly.

But he didn't want to, but now his life is still there, but his heart is still lost.

Lost in the heart of the painting!

"Xiao Jiu, do you regret marrying me?" Wan Ling took half a step back, looking at Shangqing Jiuying's extremely unfamiliar eyes.

Qing Jiuying threw the wine cup, raised her hand and pinched her chin, and the corners of her lips curled into a sneer, "What about you? Do you really want to marry me?"