Qing Ge not only shows his true face to others, but also has his own means to save his life.
Due to the relationship between Yaolian, Ji Yue, Aventurine Cod and others, Sui Linggui's appearance will not be too ugly, at least the title of Emperor Ji will be reserved for her.
There is no real power.
But - Qingge never expected that Sui Linggui would really give her such precious things as the city, the mines, and the medicinal fields.
The song is graceful, luxurious and elegant, holding the tea cup in hand and pouring tea into the cup.
Qingge pushed the teacup in front of Sui Linggui with her fingertips. The moment she raised her eyes, she looked at Sui Linggui.
She didn't see any murderous intent or hostility in Sui Linggui's eyes, as if she was still the same Ji'er that Sui Linggui admired.
He sang gracefully and behaved elegantly, accepting the tokens, city deeds and other items returned by Sui Ling one by one.
"Ji'er, no wonder you look down on the position of Queen Qinglian. Indeed, compared with the position of Queen Qinglian, Queen Qinglian is indeed a bit shabby." Sui Linggui said with a bitter smile, but there was something in his words and a hint!
"Clan leader, Qing Emperor and Qing Lian King are all excellent men. Since I share the same heart with others, how can I delay Qing Lian King?" Qing Ge said lightly.
Sui Linggui laughed a few times, his eyes always looking at Qingge's heart intentionally or unintentionally. Even if Sui Linggui tried his best to cover it up, Qingge still keenly captured it.
Qingge tapped her slender fingers on the table, raised her eyebrows, and looked at Sui Linggui teasingly.
"Clan leader, can this junior ask a question?" Qingge asked.
Sui Linggui gradually regained consciousness, retracted his gaze, and tried his best to lower his voice: "Just ask."
"If someone wants to dig out your heart, Patriarch, what should the Patriarch do?" At that moment, the wind seemed to blow up, and the window opened with a bang, which scared Sui Linggui's heart and soul. Sui Linggui suddenly looked at it intently.
While singing softly, he saw the woman sitting in front of the glazed table, her eyebrows were charming and as lazy as a fox, and the bloody light of killing was secretly flashing in her beautiful eyes.
Even the elders of the seven clans were greeted by the bloody wind, and all the hairs on their bodies stood up.
Is this sentence asked intentionally? Or is it asked accidentally?
The elder of the Seven Clans had no time to think about why Qingge asked. Instead, he quietly waited for the answer from the clan leader Sui Linggui.
Unlike Sui Linggui, he knew that Ziyuehua was in Qingge's body, so he valued Qingge even more.
This thing is beyond common imagination. Flowers can actually replace the heart?
The elders of the seven clans knew that since this girl was the treasure of King Qinglian, if he took her heart, wouldn't it be a cruel killing of King Qinglian's feelings?
Can all living beings in the world and the Green Lotus lineage only rely on the Purple Moon Flower?
The elders of the seven tribes once thought that since Qingge was both the emperor's concubine and a Qinglian person, there would be no big problem for Ziyuehua in Qingge's body.
However, Sui Linggui was still stubborn in his opinion. He said that those who are not from my race will have different feelings, which made the old man of the seven tribes speechless.
The atmosphere in the palace gradually solidified. It was obviously just the coolness of late autumn that was getting stronger, but it seemed that it had suddenly turned into the bone-chilling coldness of the twelfth lunar month of winter.
Sui Linggui closed her eyes and took a deep breath for a long time before saying, "I will give her my heart."
Qingge, whose expression gradually became stagnant: "..."
The elder of the seven clans looked shocked: "..."
The corners of the Seven Clansmen's mouth twitched crazily, and he couldn't help but sneer at Sui Linggui several times. Having said that, the leader of the clan was too shameless... giving away his heart, this answer was very untrue.
Sui Linggui opened his eyes, took a sip of tea, and looked at Qingge with a smile: "Jier, you are still young, you should learn from seniors like me."
What to learn? Learn to give your heart away?
Sui Linggui's answer was really laughable.
Obviously, the three people here all understand what Purple Moon Flower means, but none of them have figured it out.
Sui Linggui put down the teacup, stood up and walked out.
The elder of the seven tribes looked at Qingge, sighed, and said, "Don't listen to her and give your heart away. That's something only a fool would do."
After saying that, he saw Ji Yue walking in with the little bun in her arms, Qingge frowned: "Where have you been?"
The father and son are like dragons that appear and disappear every day, and they are plotting some major national affairs.
Little Baozi looked at Ji Yue, then looked at Qing Ge, grinned and said, "Don't tell mother, this is a secret between us men."
"Grandfather of the tribe, you are young again today." Little Baozi faced the elder of the seven tribes, tilted his head and smiled.
When the elders of the seven tribes saw Little Baozi, they immediately beamed and happily took out all their treasures and gave them to Little Baozi.
"Grandpa, Ye'er is a good boy, and you can't accept things from others casually." After the little bunzi declined, he accepted the treasures one by one in a flash of lightning and thunder. Just kidding, only fools wouldn't accept them. He is a filial son, and he must
Save the dowry for your mother.
From what Grandma said, Xiao Baozi knew that his mother would marry Qing Di in the future, but he was afraid that the current dowry was just the tip of the iceberg and was far from enough.
"You three as a family should be warm and affectionate."
The seven tribes couldn't bear to see the warm scenes and innocent children, so they returned to their deserted mansions.
Red plum trees are planted all over the house. In the red plum forest, there is a tomb and a monument.
The old man from the Seven Clans stepped into the mansion, his eyes red and tears welling up. Once upon a time, this place was lively and warm.
If...
If there hadn't been that accident, every time he returned home, someone would have prepared meals, and the fetus in his belly would have become a child. Would it be as cute as a little bun?
The old man from the Seven Clans rested his forehead against the stone tablet, and his tears overflowed: "I met a lovely child. If you and the child had not died, our child would have been so lovely, and would have grown up, married, and had children. At this time,
I should have a house full of children and grandchildren, and take care of myself until my old age. Unfortunately... it's my fault... it's all my fault, for not protecting you well. So, will the Naihe Bridge and the Wangchuan River freeze you?"
Tears dripped on the stone monument.
For thousands of years, for countless days and nights, the brocade quilt on the old bed of the Seven Clans has remained almost untouched.
At night, the elders of the seven clans slept holding the stone tablet.
During the day, the Seven Clans always go out to walk Ling Yelang like a dog.
But now that Ling Yelang is gone, the elders of the Seven Clans are becoming increasingly lonely and desolate.
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In the blink of an eye, there are only two days left before Yaolian, Fengqi and Ji Yue return to the world of immortality.
As parting approaches, countless reluctances are left in silence.
On the first day of the white lunar month, Ji Yue and Qing Ge were walking in Qinglian Garden, holding Little Baozi's hands.
Qinglian's flower garden has a history of thousands of years. King Qinglian is a flower lover. Thousands of years ago, he found rare flowers from various dangerous places.
Ordinary people are not qualified to enter the garden to enjoy and watch.
The little bun walked between the two of them, his happiness was beyond words, and he jumped up and down in the garden.
The white moonlight fell down, illuminating the figures of the three people clearly and stretching them very long.
Qingge looked at the shadow reflected on the ground, the happy outline of a family of three.
Although this happiness was short-lived, it was enough to keep her happy for half a lifetime.
"Mom." Little Baozi stopped and turned to look at Qingge: "Daddy and I fell into the river, who do you want to save first?"
"You." Qing Ge said without thinking.
Ji Yue: "..." He finally understood that in this family, he had no status at all.
Even so, the corners of Ji Yue's eyebrows and eyes were stained with a rich and intoxicating smile.
Yes.
Thousands of years of loneliness seemed like wasted time. Only the warmth of the family of three at this moment made Ji Yue feel the warmth and understand the meaning of life.
The little bun grinned heartily: "That's great, I will save my mother first."
"Uncle Dongling and dad fell into the water, who will mom save?" Little Baozi asked again.
Ji Yue frowned, glanced at her son with strange eyes, and was very unhappy: "Ye'er, don't mess around."
Ji Yue quietly pricked up her ears, waiting for Qingge's answer.
This question stumped Qing Ge.
Ji Yue, the one she loves most in her life is her husband.
Aventurine, a life-long friendship, is also a lifesaver.
"Save your uncle Dongling."
Hearing this, Ji Yue's heart felt slightly sour, and the corners of her mouth dropped.
"Then, just jump into the river and drown together with your father."