I can't find myself everywhere but it comes to my door?
Wei Moyan cherished talents and urgently needed capable people to join the cabinet, but the too close relationship between Xiao Qian and Xia Qingluan made him feel very uncomfortable. The ageless face looked at her with such passion that he wished he could strike her with a sword. Cut off.
"Whether you can enter the pavilion depends on your ability." Mo Heng murmured, the snow-white scabbard reflected the cool sunlight, and the seemingly flawless sword body was filled with fierceness.
Xiao Qian understood that this was to test his strength. If he could pass, he should be able to be by the young lady's side from now on, right? He no longer hesitated after thinking about it, and gathered strength in both palms, ready to go.
"Wait a minute." Xia Qingluan suddenly looked at Wei Moyan and said coldly, "He is the person you are looking for, why try again?"
After all, they have been together for a long time, and she can guess Wei Moyan's thoughts to some extent. The people who can be invited to the cabinet by him are all known to be outstanding in strength. Since Xiao Qian's ability has been recognized, why bother? Thinking about it, it is to Make it difficult for him.
Xuan Yi swayed silently, his sword eyebrows motionless, and his tone was cold: "This is not your business."
"If you have any dissatisfaction, come to me. There is no need to embarrass others."
After saying something different, both of their expressions turned cold again.
First she didn't believe him, then she concealed him, then she pushed him to others without caring, and now she blocked him at every step for a servant. Every move she made deeply tore Wei Moyan's wound. Persistence gradually changed its flavor and almost turned into obsession.
"Okay, I won't embarrass him." The coldness a moment ago suddenly disappeared, and the speed at which he could hide his breath made Xiao Qian sigh.
Sometimes as quiet and elegant as a god, sometimes as cold and cruel as a demon, Wei Moyan always changes roles instantly. At this moment, he is the cold and ruthless side.
"In a few days, an old friend will visit. Please handle your personal affairs as soon as possible - this scene will be boring without you."
The vague order made Xia Qingluan feel inexplicably nervous. She didn't know who he was targeting. Xi Shaoyuan, Xiao Bai, and Wanqi Haoyue all became the targets that Wei Moyan wanted to kill because of their deep or shallow connections with her. , his strong and domineering attitude seems not to allow others to have anything to do with her, even if it's just a one-sided relationship.
Nowadays, there are very few people in the world who can be considered old friends. Xiao Qian is here, so of course they are not; Wanqi Haoyue has lived in Du Wang Valley for a long time, and it is impossible to come to Lanling, so it is not the same; the rest...could it be Xiao Bai? Xiao Bai's words It is quite possible that the innocent and straightforward brother did not know what the danger was and always advised her to leave Poyue Pavilion and Wei Moyan. Maybe he was instigated by someone to make trouble this time, or maybe it was because of Yun Yirong. Come.
"I'll leave Xuan Tong to Taiweitang. If I don't want to prevent you two from reminiscing about old times, I'll leave." When he turned to leave, the long shadow in the green grass looked a little monotonous.
Looking at the cold figure retreating in the distance, Xiao Qian was thoughtful and couldn't help but ask: "Who are the young lady and this Pavilion Master Wei..."
"It's just using each other." Thinking of his indifferent attitude in the past few days, Xia Qingluan felt empty for no reason, "He is my sword, and I am his shield."
He stained the country with blood for her, and she sacrificed her life for him in exchange for the world, that's all.
————————————————————————The night is fading, and the rain is hitting the duckweed outside the window, making a sound like weeping.
There were bursts of light coughing in the bright room. The young man in black who happened to be walking up the stairs had a serious look on his face and barged straight into the house without knocking on the door.
Sure enough, the handsome and almost demonic young man in the room was breathing heavily while holding on to the table. His pale face was gloomy. Although it did not hinder his beauty, it made people unable to bear to look away.
"Take medicine." The teacup was dropped heavily on the table. The force was so strong that the tea in the cup splashed out. Not only was he full of anger. The young man in black took out the scarlet lacquer porcelain bottle from the bedside bag and poured it out.
Two pills were handed to the young man, and he seemed to be trying to force them down if he didn't take them.
"It's just a few coughs, nothing serious." Wanqi Haoyue waved her hand and couldn't stop coughing again.
The young man's face was expressionless, his palms raised three inches: "If you don't eat, don't even think about going on your way."
"You are really..." Gong had already figured out his temper, and prescribed the right medicine, specifically targeting his weak points to threaten him, leaving Wanqi Haoyue helpless every time.
From the outside, he looks like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. In fact, he is nearly ten years older than Wan Qi Haoyue. He is far more mature than the latter in both skill and mentality. If he wants to subdue Wan Qi Haoyue, who has a plain but stubborn personality,
Only he can do it.
After watching the pills being taken, he looked away and carefully checked whether the doors and windows were closed.
"You don't have to be so careful. Those sects care about face and will never attack secretly. As for Poyue Pavilion, even if the tenth level is closed, they can't be stopped."
"in case."
After making sure that the doors and windows were closed tightly, he glanced at the room and lit a thick and short incense stick in the corner. Suddenly, the fragrance was faint and as misty as smoke.
"No one will come here to intoxicate you. Ordering this soul-fixing incense is really a waste." Wanqi Haoyue shook her head helplessly as the sky-high price antidote that people in the world could hardly buy was used here.
Surprisingly, Ging did not immediately retreat to rest as usual, but he hesitated for a moment and then suddenly spoke: "If it is really Poyue Pavilion who did it, can you bear to attack that woman?"
"Even so, I believe she didn't know about it, and there is no need to be harmed as well."
"...the ghost is obsessed with it."
Gong was particularly disgusted by Wanqi Haoyue's special closeness to Hongxian. He had always believed that there were no good people in Poyue Pavilion. All the people who belonged to Poyue Pavilion were burdened with deep sins and should die in pain and never recover. Because
With his promise to the Poison King, he has been holding back and trying to forget his hatred. Now that even the Wanqi family has suffered misfortune, he finally has an excuse to embark on a journey of revenge with Wanqi Haoyue.
It doesn't matter, if Wanqi Haoyue refuses to take action against that woman, then it's up to him to end it.
"Gang, you swear that you will never hurt Luan'er." The pale and handsome face suddenly stared at Gong and refused to move, as if she heard his heartfelt voice.
The Wanqi family was destroyed overnight. As the only son of the Wanqi family who was hostile to Poyue Pavilion, he naturally became the most suspect. Wanqi Haoyue, who usually always persuaded people to forget their hatred, also fell into the grudge and even gave up the Poison King.
Gu Ningping lives a peaceful life and comes to Jiangnan. While preventing his enemies from being killed by others, he also has to assess the situation and take steps step by step. As long as it is confirmed that the tragedy was indeed committed by the people of Poyue Pavilion, then the revenge that carries his hatred will be released.
A big net, until one party dies and is wiped out.
The only exception is Xia Qingluan. Although she belongs to Poyue Pavilion and is entangled with Wei Moyan, Wanqi Haoyue believes that she is kind and will never participate in anything that harms her.
The little girl who hid in his arms and sobbed to sleep many years ago, her cautious and clear eyes have never changed.
"I refuse." After a long silence, Ging finally gave the answer, "I will not leave anyone alive in Poyue Pavilion."
"Like this..." A trace of sadness disappeared in Wanqi Haoyue's eyebrows. Even though she was sick, her face was still charming but unparalleled, and her voice was intoxicatingly clear and soft, as blurry as mist.