Chapter 1679 Who doesn't want to be called king or emperor?
Qingge looked at Jin Chanzi with warmth in her heart.
Others are also worried.
The room was full of people, Qing Ge saw Ye Qingcheng.
Ye Qingcheng seemed to be a lot silent. She stood next to Beihuang, dressed in plain white clothes, carrying a stringless Fuxi Qin on her back, looking at Qingge from a distance.
Beihuang held her hand tightly, and Ye Qingcheng frowned slightly. When Qingge looked over, she subconsciously shook off Beihuang's hand.
Beihuang's hands were empty, and his heart seemed empty.
Beihuang's eyes darkened, it seemed that no matter how much he did, he would never be able to win over Ye Qingge in Ye Qingcheng's heart.
Beihuang didn't know what kind of existence Ye Qingge was to Ye Qingcheng.
But what he knows clearly is that this life may be tormented by her. He loves the people she loves and hates the people she hates.
Beihuang stretched out his hand again and grasped Ye Qingcheng's slender and tender hand tightly. Ye Qingcheng wanted to throw him away, but Beihuang tried his best and had enough strength. He embedded his long, well-defined fingers into Ye Qingcheng one by one.
The charming fingers, until the ten fingers are intertwined.
Ye Qingcheng raised his eyes and looked at Beihuang, who had an expressionless expression as if nothing had happened.
Ye Qingcheng grabbed the back of Beihuang's hand, and his nails scratched a few marks on his hand. Beihuang refused to let go.
Qingge had a panoramic view of the changes in Ye Qingcheng and Ye Qingcheng. She had always been optimistic about these two people. However, Ye Qingcheng was paranoid and could not tolerate others, so it was difficult for Beihuang to intervene in her life.
Qingge chatted with Grandpa and others for a long time, and everyone in the house gradually left. Beihuang took Ye Qingcheng's hand and walked out. Ye Qingcheng unexpectedly shook him off, then walked into the house and stood in front of Qingge.
"Qingge..." Ye Qingcheng lowered her head and stopped talking.
"What can't we say between you and me?" Qing Ge said.
Ye Qingcheng lowered his head, hesitated for a long time, and said: "I met a person, a luthier from the realm of the gods. He was very good at playing the qin. He injected spiritual energy into the qin and used the qin to control and control the sound. He was very powerful.
He is so powerful that my piano skills are nothing compared to him."
"A musical instrument player in the realm of the gods?" Qing Ge narrowed her eyes, thoughtfully.
There are weird people in all the major planes. These people usually have reached a certain level of strength and are indifferent to fame and wealth. They see through everything and travel around the world.
"The piano master wanted to find Fu Xi Qin. After learning that I was compatible with Fu Xi Qin, he wanted to accept me as his disciple." Ye Qingcheng said.
She knew a long time ago that once Qingge broke through the Great Spiritual Master, she would definitely go to the Heavenly Realm of the Gods.
Now the Four-Star Continent is almost under the influence of Qing Ge. She heard the piano player say that in the Heavenly Realm of the Gods, crouching tigers, hidden dragons, there are practitioners everywhere, killing people and setting fires, monsters, ghosts, snakes, and all kinds of monsters. Then
It is an era of chaos, wars are about to break out, and living and working in peace and contentment is unthinkable. Only the strong can overlook the world and watch the wind and clouds.
Perhaps, in a quiet small city, a battle between two strong men could raze the city to the ground and send smoke everywhere.
Human life is like grass and cannot be mentioned.
Today, Ye Qingcheng has mastered the secret of the stringless qin and is almost integrated with the Fuxi qin.
She pursues a certain height and hopes to understand the Heavenly Realm of the Gods. At least Qingge will not have to be bullied after she comes to the Heavenly Realm of the Gods.
Her thoughts have always been so simple.
Qingge had a rouge-colored cloak on her shoulders. She stood up and walked to the table to pour a cup of tea. She glanced at Ye Qingcheng and asked, "Does Beihuang know?"
Based on her understanding of Ye Qingcheng, if Beihuang dared to hold hands, it must be because the relationship between the two has eased and become much closer.
Beihuang's feelings towards Ye Qingcheng have always been very simple, it's nothing more than love at first sight for the beauty.
Ye Qingcheng shook his head, "You can't tell him that the luthier said that he would create the illusion that I am dead to deceive the world. At that time, he will treat me as dead."
Qing Ge paused while holding the tea cup. She pursed her red lips and looked deeply at Ye Qingcheng for a long time, then said: "Then why did you tell me?"
Ye Qingcheng opened her mouth, but not a single word came out.
How could she say that she was afraid that Qing Ge would be worried if she died.
But she never thought about what would happen to Beihuang if she disappeared without a trace.
"Tell Beihuang, even if it's not a relationship between a man and a woman, you are still considered friends and you should let him know." Qing Ge said.
Ye Qingcheng lowered her head obediently, "Okay."
"Your attainments in piano music are extraordinary. Looking at the Four-Star Continent, you are unique. If you can be favored by the piano masters in the Gods' Realm, then it is an opportunity. Whether you go or stay is up to you. Don't do it for others.
Live." Qingge said.
She understood Ye Qingcheng's thoughts very well.
"Yes." Ye Qingcheng responded.
Ye Qingcheng looked at Qingge and immediately left the house.
Beihuang waited in the corridor for a long time. When he saw Ye Qingcheng coming out, he suddenly grabbed Ye Qingcheng's hand.
It seems that only in this way can we feel safe.
As long as Ye Qingcheng is not in his sight, his heart and soul will be empty.
Maybe this feeling was too vague, and he was worried about gains and losses, uncertain about the situation, and wished he could tie Ye Qingcheng to his body all the time, taking it with him wherever he went, not wanting to take it off even when he was taking a shower or going to the toilet.
He knew that as soon as he let go, Ye Qingcheng would leave without hesitation.
Therefore, he could not relax at any time, and could not give her any chance to go away.
Ye Qingcheng looked down at his clenched hands and frowned, "I'm leaving."
"Go? Where to go? I'll go too."
"You are the emperor of Beiyue, don't mess around." Ye Qingcheng frowned even more tightly.
"Who in the world doesn't want to be king and emperor? If I leave, tens of millions of people will follow me." Beihuang raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I have taken care of the affairs of the country, and I have solved all the natural disasters.
The law is being implemented, and now everyone in Luohua City supports Qingge, Qingge is the lord of Luohua City, and she is the king of the Four Kingdoms. With her here, there will be peace in the Four Kingdoms, and people can live and work in peace and contentment without worrying about danger."
Beihuang held Ye Qingcheng's shoulders with both hands and said: "The world is so big, how can there be no danger? You are a girl, running around here and there, walking in the forest of swords and rain of swords is too unsafe, just robbing wealth, Beiyue Treasury
There are many treasures of heaven and earth, but if it is calamity..."
At this point, Beihuang grabbed Ye Qingcheng tightly, "No, I want to go with you."
Ye Qingcheng took a few steps back, "I don't want to carry a baggage with me. Of course, as a friend, I am very grateful for your generosity."
Beihuang's eyes darkened. It turned out that to her, he was just a burden.
friend?
Ah--
"The charming and enchanting friend under me? We are already married, all that's missing is a name. I don't know who the friend you are talking about is, and I don't care. I only know that unless you die, otherwise
, I won’t let go.”
Beihuang buried the disappointment and helplessness in his eyes. He clasped Ye Qingcheng's chin and leaned into Ye Qingcheng's ear. His deep magnetic voice was penetrating. Hot air sprayed on Ye Qingcheng's ear, and the delicate and cold skin rolled up the heat.