The next day, early morning.

The news of the death of the King of the Northern Tomb and the envoy of Xixun spread throughout the Northern Moon like a meteor chasing the moon, and the Emperor Xixun was furious.

North Moon Court.

Emperor Beiyue, who was sitting on the dragon throne discussing everything with civil and military officials, was also shocked. He searched for the King of the North tomb in the west and died in the territory of Beiyue. Beiyue dared not take this responsibility.

What's more, the relationship between Xixun and Beiyue is already tense, and often it's just about the force of breaking a piece of paper.

The death of the King of the Northern Tomb was even more shocked. There was no good meat on his body. Every wound was deep and bones were visible, and blood was flowing all over the ground. But, this wound was not injured by sharp weapons such as swords.

Even cold weapons cannot produce such wounds.

The death of the Northern Tomb King became a mystery instead.

At the same time, in Fengyue Pavilion, the antique room smelled everywhere. Ye Qingcheng was lying on the ground, holding Fuxi Qin in his arms. If you look closely, you will find that Fuxi Qin's strings gradually turned into scarlet color.

Maybe it was dyed red by the blood in Ye Qingcheng's hands.

Ye Qingcheng's hands were covered with blood, new and old injuries, dense, hideous and terrifying.

She clenched her lower lip, her hair was messy, her face was pale, and her pupils were a little dispersed.

She had gone to the south of the city to intercept the Northern Tomb King and his group, even if she could not survive, she would have to die.

Fortunately, she survived, even if she was injured again.

Ye Qingcheng lowered his eyes and looked at his hands that were flowing with blood, and a weak smile struck the corner of his mouth.

This time, she must hide her wounds, otherwise she will be scolded again.

*

Mohist school.

A delicate bed.

Qingge fell asleep for four days until the evening of the fourth day, and woke up. The moment her pupils opened, the dark room seemed to be flowing with cold air, as sharp as a sword unsheathed, and her eyes turned slightly.

I saw a man lying on the edge of the bed.

The man's face was exhausted, as if he had some sense of feeling. He opened his eyes and looked at Qingge happily, "Are you awake?"

He had never left this room these four days, and he had even forgotten to eat.

Although Linglong Bed can treat the wounds of tendons and veins well, it consumes a lot of spiritual energy and cannot relax at all.

Mo Xie always inputs the spiritual energy in his dantian into Linglong bed, making his eyes turn red. Until noon today, the tendons and veins in Qingge's body gradually recovered, and he took a nap.

A day ago, Mo Yuntian felt sorry for his son and wanted to replace Mo Xie and inject spiritual energy into Linglong bed, but Mo Xie refused.

He didn't want to leave, he was worried about others, even if that person was the one who gave birth to him and raised him.

Qingge looked at Mo Xie dumbly, and his heart seemed to be blocked by something. The boy who was unruly in his past clothes and angry horses was now tired, his hair was messy, and his beard was emerging. It was only a few days ago, but

He was extremely thin, his body looked extremely weak and his spiritual energy was disordered.

He let out a sigh, Qingge raised his hand and touched Mo Xie's sharpened chin, "It's grown a beard."

Mo Xie grinned, "Are you handsome? Are you chic? Have you fallen in love with it?"

“…”

Qingge laughed loudly, her stomach hurts, and tears splattered...

Mo Xie followed her and smiled.

The two of them just smiled like this, for a long time, and never stopped.

Afterwards, Mo Xie helped Qingge walk out. The moment the door opened, the light of the sunset fell on her, warm and comfortable.

Although the tendons and veins in the body have been repaired, they are still extremely fragile. Mo Xie was extremely worried and supported Qingge at all times, not even a small stone on the small road in the traffic jam. He specifically told Qingge

: "You'll wait here."

After saying that, the man came to the stone vigorously, kicked it hard, and kicked the stone into the green grass next to him.

"It's okay, there will be no danger." Mo Xie turned around and smiled brightly, as bright as this.

Qingge: "..."

She is the king of mercenaries, and she takes the enemy's heads and crosses the ocean to enter the enemy's divine palace. She didn't know that such a small stone would actually pose a danger to her.

Several days later, Ye Qingtian came to ask for his granddaughter. Mo Xie directly closed the door of the Mo family, saying that he was Qingge to recover from his wounds. He could not see outsiders, and Qingge was afraid of being alive.

outsider?

Ye Qingtian is her grandfather, is he an outsider?!

Ye Qingtian was turned away every time and was disappointed. He was over 70 years old and kicked the closed door of the Mo family like a child. But he kicked the sourness.

It's simply indescribable.

Ye Qingtian hugged one foot and jumped and cursed and left the Mo family...

And these days, Qingge stayed in the Moh family, and her cheeks became much rounder and chubby.

Mo Xie simply treated Qingge as the emperor to serve him. His feet could swim without touching the ground. His mouth was just open, and he had wine and meat. In short, this was a life of a god!

On this day, Qingge was swaying on the bed. A small head suddenly appeared on the beam of the ceiling, with dark eyes. Qingge was surprised and threw the cake in his hand to the side, got up and looked curiously.

It turned out to be a mouse.

The very spiritual little mouse looked at Qingge curiously, screamed a few times and ran away.

Qingge shrugged helplessly and continued to lie on the bed to read the travel notes. She took the crispy cakes on the fruit plate on the bed cabinet and ate them.

The friction suddenly sounded, and the little mouse chirping sound. Qingge sat up again, but saw the cute little mouse walking over with a small brocade box three times the size of it.

After throwing it beside the bed, he looked at Qingge timidly and got under the bed.

Qingge raised his eyebrows and then picked up the brocade box.

The brocade box is extremely exquisite, with jade stones embedded in the four corners. She hesitated for a while, but opened the brocade box. There was a book inside, and the book cover had no words. After turning on the page, each page was a painting.

, In every painting, there is the same woman, every frown and smile, either cold and arrogant, or coquettish.

Qingge's fingertips were cold, and she was drawn on every page of this book.

The writing is like a god, and every stroke seems to be a stroke of a god, using all your heart and emotions.

Qingge closed the book and turned it over. Behind the book, there were two lines of words written by dragons and phoenixes.

There are light hongs in the south, and the music and singing every night.

Being crazy about it, life and death are without regrets.

At this point, Qingge suddenly realized that what he called jokes in his daily life were heartfelt words.

He called her a wife and called her a wife. Everyone laughed at him as his unruly, and he was actually a kind of infatuated person.

Qingge put the book in the brocade box and carefully closed the brocade box. She then put the jade brocade box on the ground. The little mouse under the bed came out and quietly ran away with the brocade box in her arms.
Chapter completed!