By the time Qingge returned to Tingyuxuan, it was already late at night.
The moonlight is bright and hazy, casting a layer of silvery light.
Bai Mei'er supported Qing Ge and walked closer to the courtyard. Under the rain tower, the lake was flowing and sparkling. The statue of Madam Yan was crystal clear and beautiful. The long sword pointed at the dragon in the dark night. Those eyes,
It seems to shine with a brilliance that cannot be matched by sunlight.
Qingge stood by the lake, holding Yan Xiaoqi and looking at Yan Bingtong.
She closed her eyes and seemed to be able to feel that in the darkness, the lake was glowing with light, and the charming man with long sleeves danced in awe. Ye Jingfeng sat beside him, looking at the one who only belonged to him.
His beauty could not help but raise the corners of his lips and give him a handsome smile.
Those are her parents.
Qing Ge opened her eyes with indifference, turned around and left.
Xu was very happy. After drinking wine all night, although he was not drunk, he was still tired.
"Mother, you and Mrs. Yan look so alike." Yan Xiaoqi opened her eyes wide, looked at Yan Bingtong, then turned her head to look at Qing Ge and said.
Although Yan Bingtong is gone, countless people in Luohua City still admire her. Even Yan Xiaoqi, when he looked at Yan Bingtong's sculpture, a trace of fire shone deep in his eyes.
Seeing this, Qingge was actually quite proud.
Her parents are so excellent.
"Let's go."
Qingge didn't stop at all. Now, her mind was filled with Mo Xie.
In Tianxiang Pavilion, everyone was having a good drink, Mo Xie suddenly left, and Qing Ge followed quietly.
She saw Mo Xie go to the riverside under the bridge next to Tianxiang Pavilion. Mo Xie was lying under the tree and vomiting wildly. He vomited out all the drinks he had just drank. It was heartbreaking. After a long time, Mo Xie stood up holding the book.
, weak and weak, with pale cheeks.
Mo Xie walked to the river, poured water on his face, and washed away the makeup.
The moonlight fell on her face, singing softly in the dark, and looking at her was shocking.
Without the cover of rouge and gouache, Mo Xie's face looked particularly haggard, his eye sockets were sunken, and he was depressed. Even his eyes were listless.
Mo Xie lifted up his sleeves and Qing Ge saw scars one after another, not even a piece of good flesh.
He found a place to sit, took out the powder box, and applied it on his face skillfully. Compared with just now, it was indeed much better. After finishing, Mo Xie put away the box and walked back to Tianxiang Pavilion as if nothing had happened.
On the corridor on the second floor of Tianxiang Pavilion, Mo Xie met Qing Ge head-on. At that moment, he was extremely flustered, but immediately pretended to be calm.
"Where are you going?"
Qing Ge leaned against the wall, raised his head and took a sip of wine.
"I'm getting older, and my ability to drink is not as good as before." Mo Xie said.
Qingge threw the wine jar in her hand towards Mo Xie. She looked at Mo Xie and had a thousand words to say, but she didn't know where to start.
She didn't think of falling flower poison. She only thought that Mo Xie was struggling with himself and occasionally depressed, so he would often commit self-harm.
Mo Xie took the wine jar and looked dull.
Time flies by for many years.
He vaguely remembered that Ye Xue had returned from training and a banquet was held in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. He and Xiao Rufeng brought Bei Yueming's gift and took a lotus leaf boat to the center of the pavilion. At that time, she was ostracized and sat in the corner, unfazed.
, the wind is light and the clouds are calm, and when I look at him occasionally, there is a smile in my eyes.
That kind of brilliance is unmatched by anyone, even if she is called the most ugly woman.
He has always been unable to understand that it was too late to pamper such a treasure, but Bei Yueming abandoned her like a pair of worn shoes.
Mo Xie performed a scene with great care and Qing Ge did not expose it.
However, before entering the house, Qing Ge stared at him for a long time on the corridor.
She carefully looked at every part of Mo Xie's face. Even if she covered it with makeup, she still couldn't hide the heavy aura.
In Tingyuxuan, after taking a bath with Qingge, he hugged Yan Xiaoqi and slept on the same bed.
Yan Xiaoqi huddled in her arms, with her pink face and small mouth pouting.
Yan Xiaoqi moved her body and murmured angrily: "Mother..."
Qingge was already in a light sleep. When she heard Yan Xiaoqi's voice, she opened her eyes and her eyes flashed.
She raised her hand and placed it on her belly.
Here, one day in the future, new life may be brewing.
It's her and Ji Yue's baby.
Qingge is very curious and at the same time looking forward to it.
Qingge rubbed Yan Xiaoqi's little head, and Yan Xiaoqi took advantage of the situation, like a little loach, to burrow into Qingge's arms.
The next day, early morning.
The streets and alleys are very lively.
It is said that the winner of the Blood Slaughter Knife was hunted down.
Of course, some people say that the person behind the Blood-Slaying Knife is very mysterious and powerful, and has safely left Luohua City with the Blood-Slaying Knife. In short, there are different opinions.
Qingge sat at the table and fed Yan Xiaoqi porridge.
Wu Ziling rushed into Tingyuxuan, served a bowl of porridge for herself without noticing anything, and then started gossiping.
"Qing Ge, who do you think took this blood-slaying knife away?" After Wu Ziling finished speaking, he took a big sip, jumped up, stuck out his tongue, and fanned his tongue with his palms like fans.
He said inarticulately: "It's burned to death."
Qingge glanced at Wu Ziling and said lightly: "She was photographed by the Qin family."
"The Qin family? How dare he? Moreover, how can the Qin family come up with 90 million spiritual energy pills? Moreover, the three major aristocratic families all want the blood-slaying knife. The Qin family dares to go against the three major aristocratic families? Even behind the city lord's palace
I’ve already given face to the three major aristocratic families, so I won’t take pictures of spiritual energy pills anymore.” Wu Ziling waved her hand, obviously not believing it.
Wu Ziling blew on the hot porridge. After it cooled down, she started to drink.
Yan Xiaoqi blinked.
"The three major aristocratic families and the City Lord's Mansion knew that the Qin family would take pictures of the blood-slaying knife, so they had no plans to take pictures. They wanted to wait until the Qin family finished taking pictures before snatching the blood-slaying knife. As for whether they could snatch it, which family would
Once you grab it, you won't know. In short, although the blood-slaying knife is a good weapon, it will bring disaster to Luohua City. It would be best if it could be destroyed."
Qingge wiped a grain of porridge from the corner of Yan Xiaoqi's mouth with a handkerchief, and then said: "Of course, this is too absolute. Isn't there still the Changhong Sword waiting for the destined person? If Master Qingyang also leaves the Changhong Sword,
In Luohua City, when weighing the two, they can balance each other out, so it’s not a bad thing.”
Wu Ziling seemed to understand, but her head almost exploded.
"But Master Qingyang doesn't plan to auction the Changhong Sword." Wu Ziling pouted, "Who knows who will take it in the end."
"The best thing like this is found by chance." Qingge said.
At this time, Qing Ge had already fed Yan Xiaoqi a large bowl of porridge.
"Ergou, I'm full." Yan Xiaoqi sat on Qing Ge's lap and looked back.
Behind Qing Ge, the guards of the Yan family stood upright. Hearing the "pet name" given to him by Yan Xiaoqi, the Ergou guards broke out in a cold sweat.
"Miss, it's time to go back," Ergou said.
"Mom, do you want to go back with me?" Yan Xiaoqi asked, "You and dad, let Xiaoqi have a younger brother. My puppy is dead."
Qingge: "..."
Is giving birth to a younger brother a substitute for a dead dog?
Comrade Ergou looked aggrieved. He was also renamed Ergou after the death of the dog.
The north wind blows, the sadness in his heart.
"No, Xiao Qi, you go back first, won't we see you again at the City Lord's Mansion dinner tonight?" Qing Ge said.
"Oh, okay." Yan Xiaoqi's face fell.
Ergou took Yan Xiaoqi away, and Yan Xiaoqi looked back three times, reluctant to leave, hoping that Qing Ge could say something to persuade her to stay.