After practicing for a whole afternoon, it was not until evening that the singing stopped, I opened the door to the other building and entered another room.
Yingluo has always lived in the south of Fengyu Pavilion. Because of her special status, even though she has changed her appearance and suppressed the dark and evil aura in her body, no one can say whether she will be seen through by someone who is too powerful.
Therefore, Yingluo rarely went out, and even Qingge's engagement party was not attended. If Qingge hadn't taken the initiative, she would have stayed in the house obediently, drawing the topographic map and power distribution map of Netherworld Island, and asking Huo Yan.
The whereabouts of Crystal.
The door was opened, and Yingluo saw Qingge, stood up, and saluted, "Your Majesty."
Qing Ge sat down on the pear wood chair naturally, "In the Ye Mansion, there is no need to be restrained."
Yingluo opened the drawer, took out a stack of drawings, carefully wrapped them in brocade cloth, and placed them in the soft singer, "Miss Ye, these are rough topographic maps of Netherworld Island. As for the power distribution map, please give me some more time.
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"Don't be in a hurry, take your time." Qingge put away the drawings, picked up the herbal tea on the table, and took a sip.
Yingluo stood aside with her head lowered, occasionally raising her eyelids to look at Qingge anxiously, but stopped talking.
"If you have anything, just say it." Qingge said.
Yingluo hesitated for a while and said, "My husband has less than ten months left to live. Hasn't Huo Yanjing been found yet?"
While speaking, Yingluo pretended to be calm, but her sincere eyes and hands twisting her sleeves all revealed her anxiety and worry.
Qingge put down the teacup gently, "I have used the power of the four countries to search for the Fire Crystal. You have to believe that I hope to find the Fire Crystal more than you do, but the Fire Crystal is an ancient thing after all. It has only been two months, so don't worry."
Yingluo lowered her head: "I'm impatient."
Qingge stood up, walked to Yingluo, and stood still, "Since you promised to give me one year, please believe me. If Huo Yanjing is really not found, I will also find other ways to treat your husband and relieve the poison of Zhang Mu.
, one year later, I will go to Netherworld Island."
Yingluo pursed her lips, stared at Qingge, and then nodded heavily.
She had no choice but to trust the person in front of her.
Qingge raised her hand and patted Yingluo's shoulder heavily, "If anything happens, you can go to the head of the Ye family. In a few days, I may set off to Xuanyue Pass to meet your glorious lord one day.
war."
"Lord Glory is a genius among dark magicians. He is ingenious, has cunning plans, and is ruthless in his methods. He can catch people by surprise, especially on the battlefield, with his military tactics and formations. He can be called a genius, Miss Ye,
You have to be extremely careful when going to Xuanyue Pass." Yingluo said worriedly.
Ye Qingge was her only hope of salvation in the bottomless darkness. If something happened to Ye Qingge, she would be in a desperate situation.
"rest assured."
Qing Ge responded, exchanged a few more pleasantries, turned around and left the building.
As soon as he came out of the pavilion, he saw the Qingsha Demon standing among the golden peonies. The Qingsha Demon folded his hands on his chest, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Qing Ge with a half-smile, "Miss Ye, when will you go to Tiandi Academy to take up the post of elder?"
Dean Yan has been looking forward to it for a long time."
"The Four Kingdoms war is imminent, do you think I will be in the mood to go to Tiandi Academy?" Qingge asked with a smile.
Qingsha Yao shrugged and raised his eyebrows, "The mysterious person behind the Hundred Nations Alliance comes from Netherworld Island. Isn't it too cruel to have the future responsibility of the four countries on a woman like you? If you win, you will naturally be famous.
It has been passed down through the ages, but have you ever thought that if you lose, you Ye Qingge will really be infamy for thousands of years."
"Aren't the Qingsha clan also pressing on you? It's just each other." Qingge said.
Qingsha Yao was stunned and her expression was a little stiff. After a long time, she laughed loudly and said, "Indeed, I just laugh at fifty steps and a hundred steps."
The laughter stopped, Qingsha Yao's purple-black eyes, like the Manzhu Shahua beside the Forgotten River, stared at Qingge carefully, "That's why I said, Qingge, we are the same kind of people."
A faint and cold smile appeared on Qingge's face. She moved her slender legs and gradually approached Qingsha Demon. Her red lips were close to Qingsha Demon's ear. Her voice was full of charming color, "No, I and I
You are different."
"Really?" Qingsha Yaoxu narrowed her eyes.
Qingge opened her mouth and was about to speak when her ears twitched slightly and she heard the sound of energetic footsteps. She turned around and saw that Ye Wuhen's robe was flying, and she was walking in the wind.
"Qing Ge, the Seventh Prince wants to see you." Ye Wuhen said.
Qingge's eyes flashed.
Seventh Prince?
Beilinghai!
When Qingge went to the reception hall to receive Beiling Hai, Qingsha Yao leaned against the rockery in boredom and stretched out her hand to pick off a golden peony.
Seeing this, Ye Wuhen's heart trembled slightly. After shouting "Be careful", he quickly took the beauty into his arms. Even so, the Qingsha Demon's index finger still scratched the peony petal and cut it out.
Blood.
The golden peony created by Feng Qingyang himself has unbeatable blooms, is as thin as a razor blade, and can break hair when blown. It has a high risk factor, and is beautiful and deadly.
Blood spurted out.
Ye Wuhen subconsciously held Qingsha Yao's wrist, opened his mouth, took the white and tender fingers in his mouth, and swallowed the taste of blood.
The Qingsha Demon was shocked, her eyes were filled with strange colors, and her pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of blood mist under the purple-black color.
Snapped--
A slap fell heavily on Ye Wuhen's face.
Ye Wuhen retreated continuously.
Qingsha Yao seemed to have been stimulated by something, her eyes were bloodshot, her body was trembling and convulsing, she stared at Ye Wuhen, extremely angry.
Ye Wuhen frowned, and there was still a trace of blood on his thin lips. He looked at Qingsha Yao's pale face and couldn't say any words of blame. He said apologetically: "Miss Qingsha, I'm sorry, it's
Ye was rude."
Qingsha Yao closed her eyes, her face turned paler, and her body was shaking violently.
She gritted her teeth, glanced at Ye Wuhen coldly, then turned and left, stumbling.
Ye Wuhen looked at the beauty's ethereal and fragile figure, puzzled.
Seeing Qingsha Yao entering a pavilion and walking down with her back to him, her shoulders shaking, Ye Wuhen thought about it and decided to follow her.
Standing in the pavilion, Ye Wuhen breathed a little faster and looked at the Qingsha Demon in disbelief.
The gauze demon turned around, her eyes were like a demon, and she had quenched the poison.
Holding a sharp blade in her hand, she disgustedly cut off a thick layer of skin from the fingertips that Ye Wuhen had touched, and the blood gurgled like a spring.
The Qingsha Demon turned around and threw the blade into the weeds outside the pavilion.
She stood up and wanted to walk out, but her wrist was held tightly by the man.
Ye Wuhen had an elegant bamboo fragrance on his body, his lips were pursed tightly, and he looked pale. He frowned and looked at the ground with deep eyes. His voice was magnetic and slightly hoarse, "You, you hate me so much?"
Qingsha Yao threw Ye Wuhen away, picked up the blade from the ground, and slashed the skin on her wrist hard.
Ye Wuhen was horrified and wanted to stop him, but Qingsha Yao glared at him and said, "Don't touch me, your touch makes people feel sick."
Ye Wuhen's limbs froze.
Qingsha Yao fiercely cut a layer of blood on her body with a blade, and then ran away, her eyes full of panic.
Ye Wuhen stood alone in the pavilion, with a look of hurt and sadness in his eyes.