When Ming You finished his first sentence, Ming Qianjue's heart clenched together, and it hurt extremely. No matter what, Ming You was his blood-soluble brother, but when he heard Ming You's last words
, burning with overwhelming anger.
Ming Qianjue raised his big hand and wanted to hit Mingyou in the face again.
Halfway through, Mingyou grabbed his wrist. Mingyou's eyes were black and white, deep and soft. He looked at Ming Qianjue gently and said calmly: "Do you remember the dark-skinned man we met when we were fleeing?
At that time, he was said to be an ugly devil, but your appearance now is very similar to that of him at that time."
Ming Qianjue's heart was trembling. At that time, nearly 40,000 people in the huge family died. The two of them hid in Tibet and lived a life of escape. In the first year, the two of them accidentally entered a mansion.
, was caught by evil slaves and imprisoned in a woodshed.
The evil slave had a habit of cutting off his sleeves. Ming You gave the only fake death medicine he had to Ming Qianjue. Ming Qianjue was able to escape, but Mingyou suffered unheard of torture in that woodshed. Ming Qianjue was tortured.
Dumped as corpses in mass graves.
When he returned to the woodshed, he saw a burly man pressing down on Mingyou. Mingyou's eyes were dull. In anger, Ming Qianjue hit the man on the back of the head with an ax, and blood spattered all over his face.
He hurriedly wrapped Mingyou in his robe. Mingyou turned pale and said, "Brother, I really want to die."
In the inner hall of the underground palace, when Ming Qianjue came back to his senses, Huaying had already helped Mingyou away.
Ming Qianjue's eyes were a little bloodshot. He made a fist with his right hand and slammed it on the table, smashing the porcelain cup. The fragments of the porcelain cup cut his palm.
Mei Niang walked in and frowned slightly when she saw Ming Qianjue's dejected look.
"Mei Niang." Ming Qianjue collapsed on the chair helplessly.
"Master, I'm here."
"Am I wrong?"
"Master is right."
Yes, he was right. He was carrying a blood feud. He had endured humiliation and heavy burdens for so many years just for the day when he would win. On this road of exile, what would it mean to sacrifice her for a night?
Getting back to the topic, Ming Qianjue looked evil and pulled out the fragment inserted into the flesh of his palm while saying: "It seems that the contractor of the flame dragon is Ye Qingge, but she is really smart and pushed the matter to me."
"Ye Qingge doubts you?"
"She is a wolf." She is very alert.
"All the venerables from the Four-Star Continent have come to Beiyue. Although they are still hanging around the Colosseum, I am afraid that in a few days they will name you and cause trouble for you, Master. We..." Mei Niang said
.
Ming Qianjue snorted coldly, "Leave Beiyue and disappear for the time being."
"What about Ye Qingge?" Mei Niang asked.
Ming Qianjue's eyebrows trembled slightly, "Ye Qingge should go to Jialan next. Yu Ji is there, so don't worry."
"..."
Let's talk about Qingge. After chatting with Yun Yuexia, she focused on Mingyue Prisoner's Song. Mingyue Prisoner's Song recorded many things about divination. Qingge Song brought happiness to her soul and made her wonder if she could also become a fortune teller.
After Yun Yuexia learned of her idea, she said unceremoniously: "Give up, you have no talent or opportunity for divination, not at all."
Wow, this is so shocking.
Qing Ge then turned to Mingyue Prison Song and saw the conversation between Master Samsara and Feng Qi on the seventh page.
Samsara Question: The rise and fall, decline and prosperity of the world need a person to promote it.
Fengqi: Who is that person?
——People with two destiny stars.
--I.
——Your Majesty, if the people want you to die, will you die?
——I don’t want to die, can I still live?
…
Yun Yuexia saw Qing Ge staring at the seventh page in a trance. She lowered her eyes and glanced at the conversation between the two. After a moment, she said: "You and Feng Qi have the same destiny, but different essences."
Lying on the imperial concubine's couch, he sang the song "Ming Yue Prisoner" softly and smiled, "What's the difference?"
"Fengqi was the God of War in the ancient battlefield, and Master Samsara was the most powerful diviner at that time. As far as I know, Master Samsara and Empress Fengqi are called brothers, and they seek close friends in the mountains and rivers."
Listening quietly to Qingge, Yun Yuexia slowly said, "Therefore, Master Samsara will go all out to save Queen Fengqi, and no matter what, she will not let her die miserably. But Queen Fengqi, although she is strong
, but she has no spirit of stubborn resistance. She thinks that the reincarnation of heaven has a beginning and an end. Since God has destined her to die, no matter what she does, she will just struggle to death. Her death is destined."
Qing Ge and Feng Qi are not from the same era. What brings them together is nothing more than their two unique destiny stars.
And Qing Ge can also see from the seventh page of Mingyue Prison Song that Feng Qi is a person who goes with the flow. Although she knows that her ending is death, she is neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor annoyed, and does not try to change this ending.
, he did not become depressed day by day, but when he was alive, the name Fengqi was known to everyone.
"But you are different."
Yun Yuexia said again: "You have fire in your bones, you are stubborn, stubborn, and unwilling. You think that no one can take away your life, not even the common people in this world. You don't kill innocent people, but once you are angered, you will
There are mourners everywhere, but you have your persistence and your principles, even the supreme God cannot shake them."
Along the way, Yun Yuexia saw with her own eyes that she crawled out of the abyss of purgatory, from a trampled waste to a marquis, Jialan's future heir, and a queen...
There are thousands of kinds of weak people, but strong people and excellent people often have one thing in common.
A tenacious spirit and an unyielding belief——
Qing Ge smiled wryly.
A guard knocked on the door and said, "Miss Ye, Mr. Shiyin from the auction house invites Miss Ye and Yun Niang to have a party at the auction house."
Mr. Shiyin?
Qingge turned her head and looked at Yun Yuexia.
Qingge told the story of Shiyin playing chess with her that day at the auction house.
"Does he know about Master Samsara? And the chess records of Master Samsara and Empress Fengqi?" Yun Yuexia thought seriously, "Only those who do divination know how powerful Master Samsara is. They did play a game of chess, not so much a chess game.
, it would be better to say that the game is played by the world. This chess game is a dead end. I have only heard about it. It is difficult to get the chess board."
He nodded softly and said what he said made sense.
"It seems that Mr. Shiyin is not a simple person." Yun Yuexia narrowed her eyes and sneered.
"I think he wants to see you."
"I?"
"Yes, that's you."
Qingge said: "He didn't ask me to go there, but we went there together. He should have found out your identity and background clearly. In this case, he should be a fortune teller."
After all, fortune tellers are the only ones interested in fortune telling.
Yun Yuexia suddenly realized.
Qingge chuckled lightly, returned Mingyue Prisoner Ge to Yun Yuexia, stood up, stretched, "Let's go, this Young Master Shiyin is really good-looking, he is also the host of the auction house, he has a rich financial background, and he is a rich man.