After that, time seems to stand still with the early winter season. Concubine Li's departure did not bring an uproar to the Qin Palace, but there were two more simple tombs in the unknown corners of the back mountain.

It's early winter, and it's the season when all trees are withering. In the flower garden, you can still see a touch of young shoots and new green. When he has nothing to do, Qin Hao likes to sit in the pavilion, pour a cup of hot tea, and quietly watch the tender and lovely seedlings.

The person who planted the seedlings is gone, and she is Qin Hao's favorite Sister Xiaolan.

In the Great Flower Garden, Qin Hao couldn't find any traces of Qin Menglan's existence, she was like a wisp of wind, or the morning mist under the sun, and she couldn't find a figure in a blink of an eye.

Without Sister Xiaolan, Qin Hao was very lonely. He often returned to the old house, sitting in a daze under the old locust tree in front of the stove, imagining that Sister Xiaolan was cooking.

Later, the troubled servants took it upon themselves to renovate the thatched hut and make it clean and bright. Because of this, Qin Hao was sad for a long time, and he never went again.

When he was in a dream, Qin Hao always felt that Sister Xiaolan was sitting beside him, the faint fragrance and familiar temperature made Qin Hao wake up from his dream countless times, but all he saw was the cold moonlight shining in from the window.

Is it a hallucination? No, absolutely not, Sister Xiaolan must be secretly observing herself somewhere......

In contrast, Miss Qin Shuang often appeared. She sometimes rode past the Flower Garden, but she never lifted the curtain to look at it. She would discuss important matters with the ministers, learn to review the recitals, and many people could see her busy figure in the main hall.

At first, Qin Hao wanted to visit Miss Qin Shuang countless times. He stood in front of Feng Luan every day and looked forward, looking out, hoping that Miss Qin Shuang would come out and meet him, even if it was just a few words, but she never appeared.

She had changed, and she didn't look like the Qin Shuang girl she knew......

With the decree of the Pure Ming Sect, Qin Hao must now assume the responsibility of the sect leader. For the past month, he had been trying to refine this token, but unfortunately the spiritual thoughts left by its old owner were too powerful and could only be slowly worn out.

The weather was very good today, Qin Hao sat on the open-air stone chair in the courtyard, sat down cross-legged, holding the Pure Ming Decree in his hand, slowly pouring spiritual power into it, and wiping out the power of the seal in it bit by bit.

Halfway through, a pretty little girl came out of the kitchen. She was holding hot tea, and there were several delicate snacks next to her, all of which were Qin Hao's favorite appetite.

She was a maid, but she sat down on a chair not far from Qin Hao and looked at Qin Hao curiously with her big eyes.

It wasn't until half an hour had passed, when the tea was cold and the pastries were sticking together, that she reluctantly got up and left.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and she brought the same refreshments again, and continued to sit beside Qin Hao, looking forward to the moment when he opened his eyes after his cultivation was over.

For a few days, she had been enjoying it like this.

Her name is Yaoyao, and she is a girl made of ice. At the same time, she is Qin Hao's closest maid, and she can stay with him all day long and talk a lot.

The spiritual power in his body was gradually exhausted, and Qin Hao needed to absorb the spiritual power from the outside world to replenish his body, and use the spiritual power to wash away the soul imprints left in the token. After a month, the sigil was finally worn away to the point where only a wisp remained, and it was only the last breath left to refine it.

has already changed the tea for the third time, and Yaoyao is a little bored waiting. At this time, she saw the tender green seedlings on the side and thought it was very cute. She held out her fingers, cautiously trying to touch the young leaves.

At the moment of touching, an inexplicably powerful force suddenly descended. Her pretty face turned pale, and her body was instantly swept out of the distance, hitting the trunk of the tree and shattering into ice chips.

In an instant, it was like going back in time, and the ice chips that flew out upside down condensed with the point as the center, and once again turned into Yaoyao Miaojiao's figure and cute little face.

She looked at the seedling with some horror, thinking to herself what kind of forbidden power could destroy her body in an instant......! It's better not to touch the things in the flower garden.

At the same time, Qin Hao, who had exhausted the last wisp of energy, opened his eyes, and his breath was slightly short.

It took a month for this damn thing to finally unravel. When the body recovers a little, you can integrate the soul imprint into it and explore the secrets of the Pure Ming Sect.

After making up his mind, Qin Hao was about to go back to meditate to recover his spiritual power, but he saw the little girl Yaoyao standing not far away.

"She must have been waiting for a long time. Qin Hao thought with some guilt, so he was ready to do something to make up for it. He said, "Do you want to go out with me?" ”

The little girl always couldn't sit still, she held Qin Hao's arm and jumped lively, "I haven't gone out for a long time, I'm about to forget what Luohe Long Street looks like." ”

A breath of hot air warmed the somewhat stiff palm, Qin Hao responded with a faint smile: "The reed flowers in autumn are a landscape, there is no snowstorm this winter, presumably we can still enjoy some ......"

The two walked out of the palace with a smile, walked forward along the familiar place of Qin Hao, and soon saw a familiar small pharmacy.

I remember that a month ago, I and Miss Qin Shuang did business here for a while, and the days were quiet and lovely at the beginning. It's just that now the scene is still the same, and everyone is scattered.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Qin Hao didn't think about anything else. He and Yaoyao sat on a small stool on the side of the street, and asked for two servings of tofu brain with leeks, and a plate of small pickles to eat with relish.

It's a pity that it was a bustling stall. After Qin Hao sat down, the rest of the people suddenly seemed to notice something, and they got up one after another, dropped their money and hurriedly left.

Someone hid in the distance and watched strangely, "Isn't that Qin Hao, the person who killed the little prince Qin Tianyi is legendary!"

"A Blood Moving Realm powerhouse who is only twenty years old, but I have never heard of it before!" said a middle-aged uncle who knew a little bit about cultivation.

There are many discussions, and the good and bad are mixed. In this regard, Qin Hao was also very helpless. In Luoyang City, his reputation is too famous, and even more so he changed his experience into a record book and gave a speech in the alley of the teahouse, in which the plot is very similar to the truth......

was watched by everyone, but Yaoyao felt that it didn't matter. Her eyes were only on Qin Hao's body, and she smirked.

She smiled cutely, so Qin Hao rubbed her head, threw the two copper plates on the table, took her hand, and slowly walked forward from the road where the crowd hurriedly got out of the way.