Yun Niang’s letter?
After being stunned, Qingge quickly took the gold-burned letter from Xu Xudong and opened it immediately. The words on the white paper and black are flying and flying. There is also some beauty in the wild and unrestrained world. It is indeed Yun Yuexia's words are good.
Qingge glanced at Fu Xi, who was harmless, and seemed to have thought of something, and finished reading the words on the letter with a heavy heart.
Yun Yuexia said that when she and Shi Yin were divining, they found that Ye Qingcheng had a disaster. As for whether they could turn bad luck into good fortune, it is hard to say.
However, according to Fuguitang, there have been no major disasters in the far north recently, and the God of Qin has not made much noise.
The letter paper was crumpled by light songs, and the moonlight burned the paper to ashes.
Xu Xudong raised his hands to Qingge and said solemnly: "Miss Ye, I'm going back to report."
Qingge nodded gently.
Xu Xudong jumped onto the fierce horse, clenched the reins, and then galloped outside Mobei City with an angry shout. Lin Chong and Fang Hui opened the city gate again to make it unobstructed.
Qingge stood still, thinking about something.
The smile on Fuxi's face has not yet faded, but has become stronger.
Seeing Qingge feeling heavy, Hongyi walked over and asked, "Is there something happened?"
Qingge shook his head, and suddenly walked to Fuxi with a serious face. He grabbed Fuxi's collar and lifted Fuxi up, turned around and walked towards the remote place.
The young woman and the others in Mobei City seemed to be afraid that Fuxi would be in danger and wanted to keep up. Hongyi walked to these people and stretched out her hand to stop them, "Fuxi will be fine, she won't treat a child yet."
Take action, let alone, even if she wants to kill Fuxi, do you think it is useful for you to go?"
The young woman looked at Qingge's back as she was drifting away, but she stopped talking, but she didn't say anything and stayed in place.
Lin Chong and Fang Hui rode their horses to the mansion.
Hongyi turned around and looked at Qingge in complexity.
Like everyone else, she didn't understand what Qingge did, but along the way, her subconscious mind made her believe in this woman who repeatedly created miracles.
Bang!
In the remote southeast, Qingge rudely kicked the door of a room, walked into the room, stood in the center, and placed Fu Xi on the table.
Fuxi sat on the sandalwood table, her legs swinging outside the table.
But he saw him tilting his head and looking at Qingge with a smile, his eyes as if he was about to bend into crescent moons.
Qingge's breath was cold, "Fuxi, you are a fortune teller, right?"
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere inside the house seemed much heavier.
The smile on Fuxi's face froze, and then slowly disappeared after a moment. He had a calm face as if he was paralyzed. His light brown eyes were no longer pure, but as fierce as a beast, and a wise look flashed in his eyes.
He was like a natural emperor, and the table under him became the dragon throne that ruled the world.
The child's eyes became lazy and charming in an instant.
Both good and evil, it is difficult to distinguish between male and female.
In a moment, a bright smile appeared on the child's face again, and his eyes seemed to have smiled into two cracks, "Sister, what are you talking about? What is the fortune teller?"
"Don't pretend to be stupid." Qingge's breath suddenly cooled down.
"Why are you pretending to be stupid?" the child still smiled.
Qingge sneered, suddenly stretched out his left hand, grabbed Fuxi's ankle, and lifted it up without hesitation.
Fu Xi's head was facing the ground, dizzy.
Qingge shook a few times, but saw a book falling out of Fuxi's clothes.
The book was square and carefully wrapped in sackcloth.
Qingge put Fuxi on the ground, and Fuxi was about to grab the book.
Qingge was one step faster than him, and with a snatch of jade hand, he easily picked up the book and the linen.
Seeing that he couldn't get it, Fuxi no longer stayed alive. He lowered his head and stood on the side of the table like a stone sculpture.
Qingge lifted off the linen wrapped in the book, revealing an ancient book.
Prison song of the bright moon!
Qingge's eyes became sharper.
This book is one of the few rubbings of the Prisoner Song of the Moon.
Qingge held the book, put it on the table, and looked at Fuxi, "What else do you want to say? You still have to pretend to be stupid? Although you are small, your mind is unpredictable. I have no malice, but if you really want to follow me
I must know the truth, right? No one wants someone with unknown origin to be by their side, and they have to be worried every day.”
Fu Xitou lowered a little more, but he still didn't say anything.
Qingge hummed softly, pulled a chair from the side, sat down naturally, her legs overlapped gracefully, and her delicate and smooth hands were placed on her knees. The demon king's mark at the tiger's mouth was bright and beautiful.
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She looked at Fu Xi for a long time and said, "The fortune teller is not a secret that cannot be seen. If you sincerely want to study this field, it is not shameful. I have two friends, both in the fortune teller field.
A great achievement. If you want to leave the far north, I can take you there and let you explore divination with them."
At this point, Fuxi's cold eyes suddenly moved.
He raised his head suddenly, his eyes lit up, "Are you serious?"
"Who am I?" Qingge had a cold smile on his lips.
"Ye Qingge." Fu Xi replied formulaicly.
Qingge then smiled and said, "Have Ye Qingge deceived people?"
"No……"
After answering, Fuxi was ecstatic and his eyes were filled with enthusiasm.
He danced happily, and then jumped onto the table with dirt-filled claws holding Qingge's face, and kissed him like a dragonfly on the blue flame between his eyebrows.
Seeing this scene, the nightmare who was staying in Qingge's body immediately raised her hands and covered her face. Oh no, she covered her skull. She shook her head and sighed, and said, "It's really a world of wind, even the little miscellaneous people are so timid.
I’m shameless. If Boss Ji is here, this little bastard will probably not see the beauty of tomorrow too far. Oh, how beautiful it is too far..."
At the end of the story, this thing started singing with emotion.
Qingge: "..."
She has been thinking about a question. Why did she get fucked at the beginning? She promised to temporarily let this skeleton like an old lady be housed in her body?
Later, Qingge carried Fuxi on his shoulder and walked out.
After sweeping away the haze just now, Fuxi was so happy that the flowers were blooming.
Qingge's eyes were dark-
Ye Qingcheng once saved Fu Xi once. Fu Xi accidentally got a rubbing of a song for the Prisoner of the Moon, so he embarked on the path of divination, and he even divined the news that Ye Qingcheng was dangerous.
"When will you divine the divination of the zither god in danger?" Qingge asked.
Fuxi said: "More than half a month ago, when I was still outside Mobei City, after divining this clue, I wanted to return to the extreme north, but the gate of Mobei City had not been opened for a whole month.
Until you come here to experience the city gate is open."
Qingge was surprised.
Fuxi made a fortune telling more than half a month ago, and Yun Yuexia and Shi Yin were quite accomplished in divination. Even though they only made a fortune telling three days ago...
According to Yun Yuexia's nature, once the divination is revealed, someone will be sent to ride a horse to Mobei City to spread the news, and there will be no delay for a moment.
Xu Xudong rode a Qianli horse from Qingshi Town to Mobei City for up to three days.
Therefore, three days ago, it was the exact day when Yun Yuexia divined this incident.
But Fuxi was earlier than them.
Yun Niang once said that the ability of a fortune teller depends on the speed and accuracy of the fortune teller's fortune telling.
Qingge gasped.
Chapter completed!