The news of the death of the Bei Tomb King and the Xixun envoy spread like a meteor chasing the moon throughout the Beiyue government and the people, and Xixun Emperor Long Yan was furious.
Beiyue Chaotang.
The Beiyue Emperor, who was sitting on the dragon throne and discussing various matters with the civil and military officials, was also shocked. He searched west for the Beiyue King and died in Beiyue's territory. Beiyue did not dare to bear this responsibility.
What's more, the relationship between Xi Xun and Bei Yue is already tense. Many times, the strength is just enough to pierce a piece of paper.
The death of the Northern Tomb King shocked everyone even more. There was not a single piece of good flesh on his body, and every wound was deep enough to see the bones. Blood flowed all over the floor. But unfortunately, these wounds were not caused by sharp weapons such as swords. Eighteen
Even cold weapons cannot create such wounds.
The death of the Northern Tomb King has become a mystery.
At the same time, in Fengyue Pavilion, the smell of blood overflowed in the antique room. Ye Qingcheng was lying on the ground with Fuxi Qin in her arms. If you look closely, you will find that the strings of Fuxi Qin gradually turned scarlet.
, maybe it was dyed red by the blood in Ye Qingcheng's hand.
Ye Qingcheng's hands were full of blood, with new and old wounds, densely packed and hideous.
She bit her lower lip tightly, her hair was messy, her face was pale, and her pupils were a little blurry.
She originally went to the south of the city to intercept the Northern Tomb King and his party with the attitude of dying together, and wanted them to die even if they could not survive.
However, fortunately, she survived, even with another injury.
Ye Qingcheng lowered his eyes and looked at his bleeding hands, with a weak smile on his lips.
This time, she must hide the wound well, otherwise she will be scolded again.
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Mohist family.
Exquisite bed.
Qing Ge slept for four whole days, and it was not until the evening of the fourth day that she woke up. The moment she opened her eyes, there seemed to be cold air flowing in the dark room, as sharp as a sword unsheathed. She turned her eyes slightly, and
I saw the man lying on the edge of the bed.
The man's face was full of fatigue, and he seemed to sense something. He opened his eyes and looked at Qingge happily, "Are you awake?"
In these four days, he never left this room and even forgot to eat.
Although the Linglong Bed can very well heal injuries of muscles and veins, it consumes a lot of spiritual energy and cannot allow any relaxation.
Mo Xie poured the spiritual energy from his Dantian into Linglong Bed all the time, until his eyes were red. It was not until noon today that Qingge's tendons gradually recovered, and he took a rest and took a nap.
One day ago, Mo Yuntian felt sorry for his son and wanted to take Mo Xie's place and inject spiritual energy into the exquisite bed, but Mo Xie refused.
He doesn't want to leave, and he doesn't trust anyone else, even if that person is the father who gave birth to him and raised him.
Qingge looked at Mo Xie calmly, as if something was blocking his heart. In the past, the unruly young man wearing bright clothes and angry horses now looked tired, his hair was messy, and his beard had sprouted. It had only been a few days, but
He was extremely thin, his body looked extremely weak, and his spiritual energy was disordered.
After exhaling, Qingge raised her hand and touched Mo Xie's sharp chin, "He's grown a beard."
Mo Xie grinned, "Are you handsome? Are you chic? Are you in love with him?"
"..."
Qing Ge burst out laughing, her stomach hurt from laughter, and her tears flew everywhere...
Mo Xie laughed along with her.
The two of them laughed like this for a long, long time without stopping.
After that, Mo Xie helped Qing Ge out and the moment she opened the door, the light of the setting sun fell on her body, making her warm and comfortable.
Although the tendons and veins in the body were repaired, they were still extremely fragile. Mo Xie was extremely worried and supported Qing Ge all the time, not even letting go of a small pebble on the traffic road. He specifically told Qing Ge
: "You wait here for a while."
After finishing speaking, the man walked up to the stone vigorously and kicked it hard into the green grass next to it.
"It's okay, there won't be any danger." Mo Xie turned around and smiled brightly.
Qingge: "..."
She was the majestic king of mercenaries, had thousands of troops to kill her enemies, and crossed the sea to enter the enemy's shrine. She had no idea that such a small stone could actually pose a danger to her.
A few days later, Ye Qingtian came to ask for his granddaughter, and Mo Xie immediately closed the door of the Mo family, saying that he was a nurse to heal his wounds and could not see outsiders, as Qingge was afraid of life.
outsider?
Ye Qingtian is her grandfather, is he an outsider?!
Ye Qingtian was rejected every time, and was disappointed. He was already over seventy years old, and he kicked a few times at the closed door of the Mo family like a child. Unexpectedly, he kicked his foot, which felt sour and refreshing.
It's simply indescribable.
Ye Qingtian hugged one foot and left the Mo family while hopping and cursing...
But these days, Qingge's cheeks have become much rounder and chubby during her stay at the Mo family.
Mo Xie simply treated Qing Ge as if he were serving him as the Supreme Emperor. He could swim around the entire Ye family without even touching the ground with his feet. As soon as he opened his mouth, there was wine and meat. All in all, he was living a fairy life!
On this day, Qingge was lying on the bed struttingly. On the beam of the ceiling, a small head suddenly appeared with dark eyes. Qingge was surprised, threw the shortbread in his hand to the side, stood up and looked curiously.
, turned out to be a mouse.
The very intelligent little mouse looked at Qingge curiously, barked a few times and then disappeared in a flash.
Qingge shrugged helplessly and continued to lie on the bed reading travel notes and took the shortbread from the fruit plate on the bedside table to eat.
The sound of friction suddenly sounded, as well as the chirping sound of a little mouse. Qing Ge sat up again, only to see a cute little mouse staggering over holding a small brocade box that was three times its size.
, after throwing it beside the bed, he glanced at Qingge timidly and got under the bed.
Qingge raised her eyebrows, and then picked up the brocade box.
The brocade box was extremely exquisite, with emerald stones inlaid in the four corners. She hesitated for a while, and then opened the brocade box. There was a book inside, with no words on the cover. After opening the pages, each page was a painting.
, there is the same woman in every painting, with every frown and smile, either cold and arrogant, or coquettish.
Qingge's fingertips felt cold, she was drawn on every page of this book.
Every stroke seems to be a divine stroke, made with all the heart and emotion.
Qing Ge closed the book and turned it over. On the back of the book, there were two lines of words written by dragons and phoenixes.
There is Qinghong in the south, playing and singing every night.
Be crazy about it and have no regrets in life or death.
At this point, Qingge suddenly realized that his usual so-called jokes were actually words from the bottom of his heart.
He called her his wife and his daughter-in-law, and everyone laughed at him for being uninhibited and unruly, but he was actually an infatuated person.
Qing Ge put the book in the brocade box and carefully closed the brocade box. She then placed the jade brocade box on the ground. The little mouse came out from under the bed and ran away quietly holding the brocade box.
Her body is tilted, which is really cute and painful.