In the evening, Qingge and others gathered in Qingfeng Hall.
On the table made of crystal, there are more than a dozen plates of dishes, including meat and vegetables. If you look carefully, you can see that they are all Qingge likes.
Qingge likes to eat meat, but unlike Yan Xiaowu, Qingge becomes full after just a few mouthfuls and gets hungry easily, but his appetite is not big.
The meat made from aventurine cod is fat but not greasy and tastes great.
"When will you go back?" Aventurine added to Qing Ge's voice.
"Tomorrow morning." He sang softly.
She had to go back before the hunt. In addition, she also had to deal with the power in the hands of Yan Houyong and Yan Shicheng, the pills, crystal veins, and the storage of weapons and medicinal materials, Warcraft Spiritual Energy Pills.
Since her grandfather entrusted her with a heavy responsibility, how could she let him down?
Moreover, she also has her own selfish motives and ambitions.
Hearing Qingge's words, Aventurine paused in adding soup, then filled the bowl with soup, and was about to hand it to Qingge, when he was snatched away by Yan Xiaowu halfway. Aventurine looked at Yan Xiaowu, Yan Xiao
Wu narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Thank you Emperor Dongling."
Aventurine: "..." This person is really thick-skinned.
Aventurine coughed lightly, filled another bowl of soup, and placed it in front of Qing Ge.
Qingge looked at the aventurine cod and took a sip of the soup.
Full of wine and food.
Late at night.
Outside the Jinlu Palace, there are emerald glazed trees carved by Dongling's best craftsmen, and gilt flowers, reflecting the faint moonlight, shining brightly.
Jinlu Hall is the residence of Qingge and others. Qingge wore a spacious inner coat and a white suit, and walked barefoot on the corridor.
She stood under the emerald glass tree, turned around and raised her eyes slightly.
On the eaves, Aventurine took off his dragon robe and wore a black and white brocade robe, with the hem of the robe embroidered with Begonia patterns.
The light of the stars and the moon fell on his body, as if it was plated with a layer of silver.
Qingge sighed deeply.
Aventurine is unique and special in her heart.
Aventurine's feelings are like the gurgling stream in the mountains in the morning, clear, clean and free of impurities.
Qingge will never forget that one day a few years ago, in Qingshi Town, there was chaos in Aventurine, father and son killed each other, brothers killed each other, Aventurine was panicked, shocked, and sad.
Under the suffocating pressure, Aventurine rushed all the way towards Qingshi Town.
That was the first time Qing Ge saw Aventurine cry.
Aventurine stood on the cornice, holding a jade flute in his hand, and a clear and sweet sound came from the flute.
A few birds landed on the trees and listened to them in a daze.
Suddenly, there was a high-pitched roar, like the momentum of thousands of troops and horses, rolling in. The smoke of the battlefield, the light of swords, everything was in the midst of a killing.
Qingge closed her eyes, smiled cheerfully, drew out the Mingwang Sword, her body was as light as a sparrow, jumped into the air, her petite body was like a crescent moon, her waist was straightened, and her body was arched back.
Like a divine bow, the arrow is on the string and must be fired.
The majestic momentum is wide open, and the white hair on his head is flying like snow, moving with the sound of Xiao.
His body is light, his posture is graceful, and his sword movement is more than unparalleled.
The whistling sound is like mist, if there is nothing, it is hazy, like a thunder and lightning striking into the soul, shocking!
Qingge closed her eyes and landed in the gentle breeze.
Xiao Sheng stopped——
Aventurine jumped off the eaves, walked to Qingge, and stroked the fallen leaves from Qingge's shoulders.
"Leaving tomorrow?"
"In troubled times, everything is busy, so I have to leave." Qingge put away the knife.
"Be careful in everything." Aventurine said: "Don't ask for a big picture, just look at the four stars. As long as you live, just live."
"Donngling, I am a scourge. Isn't there a saying that the scourge will last for a thousand years? I will live for at least a thousand years. Don't worry, I have a hard life." Qingge said.
Aventurine looked at Qingge fondly, with a bitter smile on his lips.
He stretched out his hand and rubbed Qingge's head, "No, you are not a disaster. Even if you are a disaster, it is still a good thing."
"Is there any good in this disaster?" Qing Ge blinked and asked with shining eyes.
"do not you?"
"Then you admit that I am a disaster?"
Aventurine: "..."
Qingge looked at the slightly confused Aventurine, laughed, turned around and walked towards the Jinlu Palace.
After walking a few steps, Qingge stopped and waved towards Aventurine, "Aventurine, your blood is flowing on my body, I won't die."
In the past, she was tempered into steel, had countless wounds on her body, and shed countless blood.
But it's different now. Aventurine's blood is flowing in her body. If someone cuts her body with a knife, she will feel very distressed.
Aventurine looked at Qing Ge's back. He lowered his head and looked at the jade jade in his hand.
The crystal clear Xiao reflected his handsome and soft face.
Aventurine's eyes looked far away, becoming increasingly hollow.
He walked out of Jinlu Palace and returned to the palace, but he couldn't sleep at night.
After Qing Ge entered the palace, she saw Fu Xi coming in from outside, with a strange expression and red eyes.
Qing Ge noticed something was wrong with Fu Xi. When Fu Xi was about to enter the room, he sat on the chair, picked up the wine glass, and said, "Xiao Xi."
"Sister, I'm sleepy, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep." Fuxi ran away.
Qing Ge narrowed her eyes, rubbed the lines of the wine glass with her fingertips, and suddenly a glass hit the table with a bang. Fu Xi straightened her back and froze.
"Xiao Xi, come here." Qing Ge said calmly.
Fu Xi lowered her head and walked in front of Qing Ge with small steps, keeping her head extremely low.
Qing Ge stretched out her hand and lifted Fu Xi's chin, forcing Fu Xi to look up.
Fu Xi's eyes were extremely red, as if she had cried.
Qingge frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
"My eyes are filled with sand and wind." Fu Xi said hesitantly.
"Where did the sand come from in Dongling Palace? I ask again, what's going on?" Qing Ge's tone became more serious and angry.
Fuxi bit her lip and lowered her head, tears coming at any time and flowing down her cheeks.
Qing Ge became serious and at a loss, wiped Fu Xi's face with his sleeves, and hugged Fu Xi.
Fuxi sat on Qingge's lap, sniffed, her eyes were deep red, and she looked at Qingge stubbornly, "Sister, I miss my mother."
Qingge was stunned, hugged Fuxi tightly, and patted Fuxi's back.
Fuxi leaned in Qingge's arms and frowned in annoyance. He was getting bigger and bigger now, and Qingge's arms were too small to hold him.
"Sister, what will you do if I leave?" Fu Xi said.
The light singer flicked Fu Xi's forehead hard, and a small bump protruded, and a red mark appeared on his forehead, "What are you talking about?"
Fu Xi rubbed his forehead, bit his lip, and stopped talking.
Qingge put Fuxi down, and Fuxi ran into the room.
Qing Ge returned to the room, and when she thought of Fu Xi's question, her eyebrows furrowed tightly.
Qingge lay on the bed and closed her eyes. Before she fell asleep, a strange movement appeared.
Qingge was keen, suddenly opened his eyes, and sat upright.
A figure appeared in front of him, with green flames on his feet, a cloak on his head, and his body was as black as ink.
Xi Ziyan——
"Fu Xi refused to leave," Xi Ziyan said.
Qing Ge had a bad premonition in her heart, and she vaguely guessed something, "You want him to leave?"