Shutong led Qingge into the courtyard, walked through several corridors, and walked to a remote house.

Shutong stood in front of the door and knocked, "Young master, someone is here."

No response.

Shutong said again: "It's Miss Ye, the Four Kings."

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, opening the two doors.

Qingge seemed to see the flowing light in the room, the windows were bright and the fragrance was everywhere. The man was wearing a scarlet brocade robe, with blood-colored lotus flowers in his sleeves, and gold-edged patterns on his collar.

He held a wolf's brush in his hand and painted the beauty, with rich faces and eyes, shimmering shoulders, and a waist like silk.

It is a portrait of Qingge.

He put the last stroke, looked back at Qingge, curled his lips and smiled, evil and unruly, unruly, "My wife, long time no see."

Qingge pursed her lips and looked at Mo Xie for a long time without saying a word. She stared at Mo Xie's expression without missing a trace, but Mo Xie in front of her was nothing unusual, with a red complexion and a thin figure that would not affect anything.

Qingge should be grateful that he was not poisoned by the fallen flowers, but he vaguely felt something was wrong.

Qingge walked over and said, "But the poison of falling flowers is true?" she asked directly.

"Flower poison? What's the matter?"

Mo Xie looked at her blankly, "The fallen flower poison is the Qimen poison of Luohua City. Who do you want to use the fallen flower poison to deal with? I can help you get some. By the way, why did you suddenly come to Luohua City? I heard that the battle in Xuanyue Pass was over, and the Northern Yue Dynasty won a great victory. I also thought that after a while, I would go to see you after I finished dealing with the matter at hand. I didn't expect you to come. Could it be that I was so nervous to think about me?"

Qingge bit her lower lip with a cold look. She put her white and tender little hand on Mo Xie's shoulder and said, "Mo Xie, don't lie to me. I have a way to detoxify. If you are poisoned by the fallen flower, you must tell me."

"What a joke? How could I get poisoned by the fallen flower?" Mo Xie stretched out his hand and pinched Qingge's face, "Don't curse me."

Qingge stared at Mo Xie, feeling confused. Could it be that Mo Qiong lied to her and she thought too much?

"Sorry, I didn't go to the extreme north that time, and I didn't go to your engagement with Ji Yue, either." Mo Xie sighed and said.

"It's okay, you can be fine." Qingge said.

Mo Xie looked at her, put his hand on Qingge's head and rubbed it, then compared it, saying, "Have you grown taller? Why are you getting thinner?"

"It should be." Qingge said.

Mo Xie doesn't say anything.

After only more than a year of not seeing her, she seems to have completely faded from her youthfulness and tenderness, mature and beautiful, graceful and dignified, and still has impulsiveness and boiling blood in her bones.

Qingge still looked at Mo Xie suspiciously. It took a long time to slowly relax.

Maybe, she really thought about it.

If so, of course it is better.

Her heart has also returned to its original place.

Qingge picked up the air-dried painting on the table, watched it, raised his lips, and smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to have some talent in this regard. It's good. I've painted half of my beauty."

Mo Xie: "..."

Mo Xie curled the corners of his lips and looked at her dotingly.

If she hadn't been her own person, she wouldn't have said sarcastic words.

"No matter how good the painter is, he can't draw your charm." Mo Xie said.

Qingge laughed, "I will be proud of you if you say that."

"You are qualified to be proud."

Mo Xie walked to the left and opened a huge cabinet on the wall. Inside the cabinet was full of internal organs and a jar of fine wine was placed.

Even if the mouth is strictly sealed, you can smell the mellow position.

Mo Xie loves to collect antique calligraphy and paintings, and can also be called a master in winemaking.

At the beginning, Qingge had not yet lost his identity as a waste and before Mo Xie came to Luohua City, Qingge only drank the wine brewed by Mo Xie.

"Eight years left." Qingge said.

"Eight years?" Mo Xie's eyes flashed.

"Do you remember? You said before that you buried wine under the sycamore tree. Ten years later, let me pick it up." Qingge said.

Mo Xie smiled heartily. It turned out that she had not forgotten, she still remembered it, and even took it to her heart.

Yes, this is their ten-year agreement, the beginning of the bond.

"In just two years, you have become the Four Kings. It's really amazing. You are truly my wife."

Mo Xie raised his eyebrows and said, "I heard from my adoptive father that you have broken through to the Second Sword Spirit Master, and you are indeed a genius."

"Don't laugh at me." Qingge curled his lips.

Beside Mo Xie, she can always relieve her fatigue and be relaxed and at ease.

"Okay, drink, drink." Mo Xie brought out all ten jars of wine and placed them on the table.

Close the cabinet door, Mo Xie turned around and looked at Qingge and said, "Do you don't know that there are not many people who drink happily when looking at Luohua City, or you should have a happy drink with you."

"Come on, don't go back if you don't get drunk."

"Okay, I couldn't beat you two years ago, and today two years later, you would definitely not be able to drink me."

Mo Xie raised his lips and smiled. He opened his seal, raised his head and opened his mouth to drink the cow drink. It was so refreshing.

Qingge was in a trance and had a moment of excitement.

Mo Xie is still the evil young master, just like the young master of turbid world who came out of landscape paintings back then, as if he didn't care about anything, and the world always accompanied him.

Qingge laughed, opened his mouth, held up the wine jar, raised his head and drank, and was so proud.

Both of them drank very fast. After drinking the wine on the table, Mo Xie took out a new one.

The wine brewed by Mo Xie is very strong and accompanied by bitterness.

I heard that the best winemaker can put love in wine.

Qingge thought that she was used to drinking Mo Xie's wine and other wines could never catch her eyes again.

Qingge closed his eyes, opened his mouth, raised his head, and his neck curved with a soft fragrance, and a pile of wine jars were poured on the ground.

At the end of the drink, Qingge simply sat on the ground.

She lay down, looked at the top of the sky, and smiled uneasy.

"Mo Xie, why did you come to Luohua City? Isn't it better to be your elegant young man in the Mo family? Why?" Qingge was drunk and his eyes were slightly red.

Perhaps, only Mo Xie brewed wine can get drunk.

Mo Xieyan Cai knew very well that if Qingge was sober, he would always find that something was wrong with him.

Mo Xie sat against the foot of the table, his clothes were slightly open, and hideous marks appeared on his skin. Mo Xie discovered it and immediately tidied up his clothes.

He looked at Qingge, moved, stretched out his hand with a clear slender and jade-like bones and placed it on Qingge's mask.

He wants to lift the mask.

Qingge closed his eyes and took a nap, sleeping hazy.

Qingge suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Mo Xie's wrist. The force deepened, as if he was about to pull his hand off. She quietly opened her cold eyes. Seeing that it was Mo Xie, the alert in her eyes disappeared.

She let go of her hands and fell asleep.

Mo Xie smiled bitterly.

Even being so alert when you get drunk, it really looks like Ye Qingge's style.

But he felt so distressed.

The road ahead is dangerous, what kind of life is she living?

Finally, Mo Xie took off the mask on Qingge's face.

Mo Xie's eyes tightened violently.
Chapter completed!