The book boy led Qing Ge into the courtyard, walked through several long corridors, and walked to a remote room.
The book boy stood in front of the door and knocked lightly, "Sir, someone is coming."
No response.
The book boy said again: "It's Miss Ye, the Four Kings."
Suddenly, a gust of wind came and opened the two doors.
Qingge seemed to see the light flowing in a room, the windows were bright and clean, and the fragrance was overflowing. The man was wearing a scarlet brocade robe, with blood-red lotus flowers intertwined on the cuffs, and a gold border tattooed on the skirt.
He was painting with a langhao pen in his hand, and the beauty he painted was rich in color, with sultry brows, shoulders as if they were shaved, and a waist as plain as a dandy.
It is a portrait of Qingge.
He put down the last stroke, looked back at Qingge, curled his lips and smiled, unruly and unruly, "Madam, long time no see."
Qing Ge pursed her lips and looked at Mo Xie without saying a word for a long time. She stared at Mo Xie's expression closely, not missing a single trace, but there was nothing strange about the Mo Xie in front of her. His face was red, and although his figure was lean, it didn't matter.
Qingge should feel lucky that he was not poisoned by falling flower poison, but he still vaguely felt that something was wrong.
Qingge walked over and said, "Is the falling flower poison thing true?" She asked directly.
"Flower poison? What's the matter?"
Mo Xie looked at her blankly, "Luohua Poison is a strange poison in Luohua City. Who do you want to use Luohua Poison to deal with? I can go and get some for you. By the way, why did you come to Luohua City suddenly? I
I heard that the battle at Xuanyueguan was over and that the Beiyue Dynasty had won a great victory. I thought I would go see you after a while and finish handling the matters at hand. But I didn’t expect you to come. Could it be that I was flustered because of what I was thinking?
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Qingge bit her lower lip and looked coldly. She put her white and tender hands on Mo Xie's shoulders and said, "Mo Xie, don't lie to me. I have a way to detoxify. If you are poisoned by falling flower poison, you must tell me."
"Are you kidding? How could I be poisoned by falling flower poison?" Mo Xie stretched out his hand and pinched Qing Ge's face, "Don't curse me."
Qing Ge stared at Mo Xie, wondering, could it be that Mo Qiong had deceived her and she was overthinking it?
"Sorry, I didn't go to the Far North, and I didn't go to your engagement with Ji Yue." Mo Xie sighed and said.
"It's okay, just be fine." Qingge said.
Mo Xie looked at her, put his hand on Qingge's head and rubbed it, then compared it and said, "Have you grown taller? Why are you getting thinner?"
"Probably so." Qingge said.
Mo Xie said nothing.
We haven't seen her for more than a year, but she seems to have completely lost her youthfulness and become mature, beautiful, graceful and dignified, but she still has impulse and boiling blood in her bones.
Qing Ge still looked at Mo Xie suspiciously. After a long time, he slowly relaxed.
Maybe, she really thought too much.
If so, of course it's better.
Her heart also returned to its original place.
Qingge picked up the dried painting on the table, looked at it, raised the corners of her mouth, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to have some talent in this area. Yes, you painted half of my beauty."
Mo Xie: "..."
Mo Xie curled his lips and looked at her lovingly.
If she were not one of her own, she would never say a teasing word.
"No matter how good the painter is, he can't paint your charm." Mo Xie said.
Qingge laughed heartily, "If you say that, I would be proud."
"You have the right to be proud."
Mo Xie walked to the left and opened a huge cabinet on the wall. Inside the cabinet, there were all the organs and jars of fine wine placed.
Even if the mouth is tightly sealed, you can still smell the mellow fragrance.
Mo Xie likes to collect antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and he can also be called a master in wine making.
At the beginning, before Qing Ge lost his status as a loser and before Mo Xie came to Luohua City, Qing Ge only drank the wine brewed by Mo Xie.
"There are still eight years left." Qingge said.
"Eight years?" Mo Xie's eyes flashed.
"Remember, you said before that you buried the wine under the sycamore tree and asked me to pick it up ten years later." Qingge said.
Mo Xie smiled heartily. It turned out that she had not forgotten. She still remembered it and even took it to heart.
Yes, this is their ten-year agreement, the beginning of their bond.
"In just two years, you have become the Four Kings. It is really surprising. You are truly worthy of being my wife."
Mo Xie raised his eyebrows and said, "I heard from my adoptive father that you have broken through the Second Sword Spiritual Master. You are indeed a genius."
"Don't laugh at me." Qingge curled her lips.
By Mo Xie's side, she could always relieve her fatigue and feel at ease.
"Okay, let's drink, drink." Mo Xie took out more than ten jars of wine and put them on the table.
After closing the cabinet door, Mo Xie turned back to look at Qingge and said, "Don't you know, looking at Luohua City, there are not many people who drink and have a good time, so why don't I drink and have a good time with you?"
"Come here, you won't come back until you're drunk."
"Okay, I couldn't beat you two years ago. Today, two years later, you will definitely not be able to drink from me."
The corners of Mo Xie's mouth raised in a smile. He opened the seal, raised his head and opened his mouth to drink the cow drink, which was very refreshing.
He sang softly and was in a trance, having a moment of trance.
Mo Xie is still the evil young man. Just like before, he is like a troubled young man who stepped out of a landscape painting. He seems to not care about anything, and the world is always with his heart.
Qing Ge laughed loudly, opened the seal, picked up the wine jar, raised his head and drank with pride.
Both of them drank very quickly. When all the wine on the table was finished, 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 winemakers can put emotion into their wine.
Qing Ge thought that if she was used to drinking the wine made by Mo Xie, other drinks would never be able to enter her eyes again.
Qingge closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and raised her head. The curve of her neck was soft, the aroma of wine overflowed, and a bunch of wine jars were dumped here and there on the ground.
At the end of the drink, Qingge simply sat on the ground.
She lay down, looked at the ceiling, and couldn't help laughing.
"Mo Xie, why did you come to Luohua City? Wouldn't it be nice to be your handsome son in the Mo family? Why?" Qingge was very drunk and her eyes were slightly red.
Perhaps, only the wine brewed by Mo Xie could make her drunk.
Mo Xie Yancai knew very well that if Qing Ge was sane, he would always find something a little bit wrong with him.
Mo Xie was sitting against the leg of the table, his clothes were slightly open, and there were ferocious marks on his skin. Mo Xie noticed it and straightened his clothes immediately.
He looked at Qingge, moved, stretched out his slender jade-like hand, and placed it on Qingge's mask.
He wants to lift this mask.
She closed her eyes and took a nap while singing softly, falling into a hazy sleep.
Qingge suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed Mo Xie's wrist, tightening her strength as if she wanted to break his hand. She faintly opened her cold eyes, and when she saw it was Mo Xie, the wariness in her eyes dissipated.
She let go of her hands and fell asleep.
Mo Xie smiled bitterly.
Being so vigilant even when drunk is really like Ye Qingge's style.
But he felt so distressed.
There are mountains of swords and seas of fire, and the road ahead is dangerous. What kind of life is she living?
In the end, Mo Xie took off the mask on Qingge's face.
Mo Xie's eyes tightened violently.
He saw a dark and charming flower growing on Qingge's face.