He took a deep look at Fang Qing, and then handed Fang Qing into Yu Tianqi's hands. The moment he turned around, there were fires shining like stars flying into the ice-blue world.
He leaped forward, facing the wind like lightning, and his figure left in just an instant.
Fang Qing marveled at his Qinggong. She stared blankly at the sycamore leaves on the high wall, which flew down and landed on her body.
"Qing'er." Yu Tianqi was actually horrified by the dreamy look on her face, and he couldn't help but interrupt her racing thoughts.
When Fang Qing came to her senses, she saw a look of shock deep in his bright black eyes.
Well--
Her astonished and indifferent eyes couldn't help but spread.
Yu Tianqi looked away unnaturally and said, "Let's go in, Qing'er." He couldn't help but hug Fang Qing tightly. He pressed against her slightly cold body, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.
The strange feeling of gaining clarity. At this moment, a certain corner of his heart, the place that had always been vacant, seemed to be suddenly filled and enriched by something.
When Yu Tianqi walked into Wangyue Tower with Fang Qing in his arms, several pairs of surprised eyes fell on them. Lu Yijing was shocked with jealousy, and Luan Yuchen was surprised with disbelief.
, Yu Tianxing flashed with disappointment in astonishment, and Zhao Huier was surprised and happy.
The expressions of Nangong Cang, the Crown Prince of the Chaoyang Dynasty, Feng Dieyi, the Empress of the Fengwu Dynasty, and Wei Shaner, the Emperor of Cang Ye, and others did not change. However, no matter how well they hid their thoughts, their sights still drifted to Wangyue intentionally or unintentionally.
In the corridor on the second floor of the building hall, there stood a young man in green clothes.
He has clear and handsome features, smiling eyes, and a childlike mischievousness flashing in his wisdom. His lips also have a three-point smile. On his right hand, a box-shaped object is covered by a bright yellow piece.
Satin wrapped and knotted.
When he saw Fang Qing come in, his jade fingers stretched out to hold his chin, and his beautiful black eyes flashed with curiosity.
Fang Qing noticed the eyes coming from the second floor to look at her from afar. She raised her eyes slightly and glanced at the face of the young man in green clothes. After just one glance, she returned her gaze.
"Chunxiang." She called indifferently. Among the crowd, she looked for that familiar figure.
Chunxiang squeezed her way out of the crowd with red eyes. She ran quickly towards Fang Qing, her voice almost bursting into tears.
"Third Miss, I scared this slave to death. I thought that Third Miss was kidnapped by someone."
Fang Qing patted her hand. "Don't be rude. I'm fine. I just went for a walk. Chunxiang, go ahead and push my wheelchair over."
Chunxiang hesitated. She wanted to tell Fang Qing that the banknotes and the generous gifts from the Three Kingdoms were missing. "That third lady, there is one more thing, and that is -"
Fang Qing glanced at her. "Go quickly, we'll talk about other things later."
"Yes, I will go now." Chunxiang's eyes were filled with water, and she sniffed hard. Fang Qing came back, and her hanging heart fell back to its original position. But all the things she had kept were gone, and she
She felt uneasy. But now she had no choice but to push the wheelchair over and help Fang Qing sit on it.
"Prince Ning, thank you for your help." She glanced sideways and said calmly and politely. Then, she motioned Chunxiang to push in the direction of Suye. Fang Qing's departure left Yu Tianqi's hands empty, and his heart felt like a corner in a corner.
It was also empty at the same time.
He looked at Fang Qing's wheelchair, slowly driving in the direction of Su Ye, and his beautiful eyebrows could not help but condense into a tight knot.
Su Ye was sitting high at the edge of the stairs, with one red and one green on both sides of him, wearing red sleeves and green clothes, silent beside him. Huo Gang was three feet behind him, and behind his shoulder was a cold light sword.
Fang Qing's wheelchair stopped at the first step of the stairs. She raised her eyes and said calmly, "Mr. Qi, has the box belonging to the little girl arrived?"
Su Ye stood up with a charming smile, closed his folding fan, and moved his thin lips slightly. "Of course we are here." His folding fan fell into the palm of his hand, and with that slap, the young man in green who was leaning on the railing on the second floor immediately flew down.
The yellow package in his hand was placed firmly on Fang Qing's knees.
Fang Qing's eyes flashed, and she glanced at Chunxiang beside her. "Chunxiang, open the box." As soon as she finished speaking, Su Ye and Su Yu were startled at the same time.
"Miss Luan, are you sure you want to do this?" Suye's ice-blue luster flashed, a dangerous light that floated and sank.
Fang Qing could sense Suye's sudden murderous intent.
But she chose to ignore it. She ignored his warning eyes and the strong air flow he forced.
She couldn't even wait for Chunxiang to open the box. She untied the yellow silk cloth herself and took out the exquisite ancient wooden box inside. She used the key on the side of the box to align it with the keyhole of the box.
Click——
Following this sound, everyone present held their breath and focused their attention on the box.