Chapter 1623 (1/2)

”My sister's heart is the most kind. How can I care about it with you?” The flower on the street is pale, and a smile is stirred up on her lips, which is full of an understanding elder sister style.

”I knew that my sister was the best.” Liu Qianqian also raised her lips and gave a soft smile.

Pause, she seems to see what, eyebrows are gently frown into a ball, ”sister sitting like this, the body must be uncomfortable, not like a few soft pillow behind it.”

Mo Shanghua glanced at her back. Now she is really sitting upright on the bed. There is nothing to lean on behind her. It's better to put some soft pillows.

Just, this words say from Liu Qian's mouth, afraid not so simple.

Her eyes narrowed, but she didn't move, ready to hold still.

Liu Qianqian finished, also did not see the look of flowers on the street, then looked sideways at the side of Qing'er.

The fine son immediately understands idea to come over, busy smile to come forward, ”the princess, the maidservant comes to wait on you.”

Say, also don't wait for the flower to reply, hurriedly come forward, want to take the soft pillow of her body side.

Want to take this soft pillow, it is inevitable to raise the arm, around the body of Mo Shanghua can, therefore, her every move will be clearly reflected in the Mo Shanghua's eyes, she did not feel.

In the moment when Qing'er raises her hand, the flower seems to shake in front of her eyes. She stares at her eyes and looks carefully. Then she sees a silver needle between her slender fingers.

Such a tiny thing, if you take advantage of the soft pillow, there will be no difference on the outside of the soft pillow, but as soon as you lie on it, you will surely plunge the silver needle into the flesh.

Between the thunder and lightning, the flowers on the street have already thought about it. Their heart sank. They are busy raising their hands unintentionally, trying to caress the broken hair between the temples.

This seems to be a casual hand, but it contains a bit of strength in it. Qing'er didn't expect that flowers on the street would do this. Her arm was immediately blocked back, and the silver needle between her fingers fell on the brocade quilt.

Mo Shanghua's face is full of doubts, ”what is it?”

Qing'er was flustered in her heart. She put the silver needle in her palm and shook her head in a hurry: ”it's nothing. The princess is wrong.”

Liu Qianqian clings to the soft gauze handkerchief lightly. She can't help tightening it. The handkerchief is wrinkled in the palm, but she doesn't feel it. The light of her eyes falls on Qing'er's hand holding the silver needle.

Qin Ya has been waiting on the side of the flower on the street. As soon as Qing'er put away the silver needle, she sees things clearly. Suddenly, she is startled. Without thinking about it, she kicks Qing'er out.

”Bold slave, what you are holding is a silver needle that can kill people, and you dare to lie!”

Qing'er was suddenly kicked, and then stepped back several steps, and then sat on the ground. Because of the pain and tension, her palms closed up subconsciously.

It is such a close, tightly held in the palm of the silver needle instantaneous pierced the flesh, deeply into the palm of the tender meat.

”Ah