833. Chapter 833 Extra Story: Unify the Continent 03
Qiutong walked into the palace gate and was inevitably a little sad. The fortress was originally deserted, but now it was even more bleak.
"Miss Qiutong?" The maid was surprised when she saw the person coming.
When Qiutong heard this title, she felt so sad that everything had changed.
"Who else is there?"
"The young master has always been there, only the young master." The maid replied.
Qiutong was surprised for a moment, then walked towards the Qingxin Palace.
Xue Liu followed and looked at him quietly, "Oh my God, this palace is so scary and gloomy."
"Wait here." Qiu Tong threw down a sentence and stepped into the gate of the Palace of Qingxin.
This intriguing palace is still the most beautiful, with lush flowers and plants all year round, with peonies in summer and red plums in winter.
The flowers in April of the world are gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temples are beginning to bloom.
The peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain have long been decayed, and the peach blossoms in the Qingxin Palace have just begun to bloom.
With the sparse sunshine, the red clothes were faintly seen in the peach blossom forest.
The autumn tung twig spread the peach branches and walked slowly over.
Seeing the figure in red and his appearance, I couldn't help but sigh that Qingjun's beauty is enchanting. When I saw his extremely calm expression, it was like a peach blossom that was about to collapse.
Qingjun heard the footsteps and looked for a while before he could see who was coming.
Qiu Tong finally noticed Qingjun's abnormality, and she was inevitably shocked: "Qingjun, your eyes?"
Qingjun didn't say anything, standing in the peach blossom forest, completely devoid of the arrogant formerly, as thin as floating petals.
Qiutong had a little regret in her eyes. Qingjun, who was once arrogant and domineering, could not imagine that he would be today.
Even if she loses her master, Qingjun still has the power alone. What's sorrow? She can't understand what kind of feelings Qingjun has for her master.
"I once owe you a favor, what do you want me to do?"
Qiutong remembered that she asked Qingjun for a favor here, and she did not regret it. If she had not asked for this love, Nangong Chen might not have today, and Wuxin might not have today. It is really impermanent.
"Does people like us have feelings?" Qingjun's eyes were without any focus, with a hint of self-deprecation and depravity.
Are they born to deal with the sword and power struggle?
"Haha, I don't have to pay it back." Qiu Tong suddenly laughed.
Qingjun walked away slowly, and the peach branches crossed the corner of his clothes, and the petals fell, as if blocking his sight. He pushed away in disgust.
"I heard that Wuxin mistakenly accepted a pill that makes people lose their memory. Now that he has forgotten everything, not only can he not remember everyone and things, but even the master doesn't remember it. Do you want to try it?"
"That's better to kill me." Qingjun did not turn around and disappeared into the peach blossom forest. Only the meager memory was left to support him in his life.
Qiutong also left and left the Palace of Congratulations. She saw Xue Liu squatting aside and counting silver. She was the nature of a resident of the market!
"Your Excellency, are you out?" Xue Liu hurriedly put his purse in his hand, walked to Qiutong, and said with a terrifying smile.
"Come with me." Qiutong put away her contemptuous eyes.
"Where are you going? Are you going down the mountain? It's getting dark. Do you recognize the road?" Xue Liu asked worriedly. He didn't want to walk back in the middle of the night, and now he's exhausted.
"If you don't go down the mountain, stay here." Qiutong walked towards his pavilion.
"Ah? That's fine, cough, sir, have you eaten lunch? Is there any late meal here?" Xue Liu asked embarrassedly, and he was almost starving to death.
Qiutong didn't say anything and went back to the pavilion.
The pavilion was very clean. It was obvious that I had just cleaned it up. Maybe the maid saw her come back, which made her feel like home and very comfortable.
"Is this place yours?" Xue Liu secretly glanced at Qiu Tong. It seemed that this beautiful lady had an extraordinary identity. Didn't it mean that everyone in Yan Dian looked disgusting?
Qiutong ignored Xue Liu, sat down by himself, poured a cup of tea to drink.
Xue Liu didn't dare to sit down. When he saw Qiutong drinking tea, he swallowed his saliva and he was also very thirsty.
"Want to drink?" Qiutong raised her eyebrows.
"You are so understanding." Xue Liu leaned over with a smile.
"Hmph, I'm pretty good at speaking, so I can't help but give you a cup of tea." Qiutong looked contemptuous.
"Thank you, your lord." Xue Liu took the teacup and poured it into his own cup, and then drank it like drinking nectar. Sure enough, the fragrance of his teeth and cheeks was left, and the best tea was.
After drinking tea, his thirst was resolved, but he became more and more hungry, and his stomach made a rumble sound.
Qiutong despised Xue Liu again.
"Ahem, you, I didn't even eat breakfast." Xue Liu defended himself.
At this time, a smell of food came, and the maid came with dinner.
Xue Liu's eyes were straightened, and his eyes were almost stuck to the drunken chicken.
Qiutong eats by herself and eats with relish, but her own meals are different.
Xue Liu could only swallow his saliva on the side. There were two pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the dining table, so why did he ask him to eat? And she couldn't eat so much by herself!
"Want to eat?" Qiutong felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by someone.
"You are so understanding." Xue Liu smiled and leaned over, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the food, and swallowed it voraciously.
Qiutong was abnormal and did not despise her, but was slightly stunned. She had always been alone in this dining table, and no one had ever eaten with her.
Xue Liu looked at Qiutong with a satisfied look, her mouth was covered in oil and her eyes were shiny. Who said Yan Dian was hateful? He saw this woman very good, and the more he looked at her, the more beautiful she felt.
Qiu Tong glared at him fiercely, then turned his face coldly.