Although Qingqiu has the honor of being the queen, the Qingqiu family still ushered in the darkest moment.

Huang Fuying's golden python army poured into Guangming City one after another, strictly guarding various fortresses and exits, the city's patrols were fully armed day and night, the private armed forces of various small families in the city were disbanded on the spot, and the court officials were closely monitored by Halder's eyes.

As soon as it was dark, the streets of the City of Light were empty, like a dead city, and curfew notices were plastered all over the streets.

And the heads hanging on the city gate tower flutter in the wind, and there are "rebels" who are executed every day.

Qingqiu Yourong has completely failed to see Huang Fuxiong.

Even if it is his own child, it is only every once in a while to see each other, and the procedures are cumbersome and difficult, so he can only look at it from a distance, and he can't talk to his son Huangfuzhang.

Fortunately, she was able to come and go freely, and no one restricted her personal freedom, but this was also the few privileges she had left as a queen.

"Father, we should take action as soon as possible, if we don't make a move, we can only sit back and wait, and there is not much time left for us. "Qingqiu has the courage to wipe the silver spear armor, arrange the combat boots and robes, and be ready to fight at any time.

"The emperor is still in their hands, and so is Zhang'er. "Qingqiu Yourong misses the child, and when I saw Huangfu Zhang yesterday, I felt that the child was thin and depressed, and it seemed that he had really suffered a lot.

"Fight? If you really fight, if you die and I die, there can still be a dozen, but I'm afraid that if we really fight, we will become a turtle in the urn." "Qingqiu's spiritual power is hesitant and difficult to decide.

"The Qingqiu family can't sit on the ground and wait for death, it was our family who killed the old king back then, and if you die hard, you can earn one, and it's best to die with that Huangfu Ying!"

"Piff!" Qingqiu Lingli replied to his son, he looked at the door thoughtfully, "What about the cripple?"

Everyone knows who the cripple is, but no one knows where the cripple is.

If you want to ask Qingqiu if he is sick, it is really not an easy thing to answer.

Teahouse inn, fireworks brothel, storytelling dojo, pear orchard for listening to music, book pavilion in Wenchang, widow's backyard......

Qingqiu was sick and lived quite freely, Huang Fuying kept an eye on everyone, stifled all hidden dangers, and almost ruled out all possibilities that were unfavorable to him, but no one took care of a cripple.

In fact, because of his father's disdain, how many people in the world know that this ugly cripple who wanders around the market all day long is the second son of the Qingqiu family?

Even if he knew about it, Huang Fuying wouldn't bother with him.

However, Qingqiu seemed to have something to do when he was sick today, and he swaggered to stop Halde, the chief administrator of Guangming City, and chatted with him patiently for half an hour in a secluded place at the root of the imperial city.

"How about it, Erha, do you still have to think about it again?" Qingqiu was sick and picked out his big and small eyes.

"Second master, I'll call the second master again, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I really don't know if I still have this blessing building. Halder's words were genuinely needle-pointed.

"Yo, Erha, you are good at seeing the wind and making the rudder. ”

"Second master, open your eyes and see, whose army is running all over the streets of Guangming City, and who is the crown prince in his hands, what hole cards do you have in your Qingqiu family, but you can play it." Halder put his hands into his sleeves, twisted his head to the side, and said, "Second master, I really have something to do, why don't you look for another adult?"

"Haha, you birdless eunuch is still in a hurry, but you do have the ability, the sick man admires you," Qingqiu stood sick for a long time, and his leg was inevitably sore, so he had to lean against the wall and continue, "You are the head of the dark city of Moyi, and the head of the Ming City Emperor Fu Xiong, are you the head of the emperor of the bright city, are you sure to be the head of the emperor Fu Ying." ”

"If you say that, I won't fight with you, and the little ones will live, right?"

"So you put all the treasure on Huang Fuying, you calculated that Huang Fuying would win. Qingqiu asked with a sick smile.

As long as Guangming City is not blind, no, even a blind man knows that your Qingqiu family has no play. ”

"Really?" Qingqiu smiled sickly and probed his ugly face, the smile gradually solidified and disappeared, and when the ugly face almost touched Halder's fat face, his face was almost hideous, "What if? What if the Qingqiu family wins?"

Halder's heart tightened, he had never seen such a terrible face, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Qingqiu retracted from his illness, and a smile returned to his face: "When Huang Fuxiong attacked the Dark City, you didn't report the news, people's two feet always have to step on two boats to feel at ease, aren't they?"

"I said Second Master, what you said is not wrong, if you lose, you will lose, in case, there is indeed a one in Wanli, then what are you going to let the little one do? Don't be embarrassed if you kill people and set fires. ”

"Erha, isn't this right, you, the chief manager of the country, don't worry, I want your help to be easier and happier than your blink. ”

"What the hell is going on?"

"Send our Qingqiu family out of the city. ”

"I'm sick, Qingqiu is sick, you are an ugly ghost, you are really sick," Halder was foaming at the mouth and even rolled up his sleeves, and said loudly: "I swear allegiance to the Huangfu family, I want to fight the master's idea, no way!"

After saying that, turn around and leave.

Qingqiu was sick and stunned, does this Halder still have such integrity?

Halder turned and walked away without taking two steps, and dropped a waist card from his body, but as if he hadn't sent a message, he strode away, humming a ditty.

"This old loach. Qingqiu was sick and stepped forward to pick up the red gold waist card of the chief of Ouchi, and Zhao San drove the carriage to the front lightly.

"Quick, get home. "Qingqiu got into the carriage when he was sick, and he didn't sit down and give instructions, so he swept away his laziness in the past.

"I can't even find a cripple, you might as well be a cripple!" Qingqiu Lingli was reprimanding a few subordinates in the courtyard.

"The cripple can't go far, where can the cripple go?" Qingqiu entered the door with a black cane.

Qingqiu Lingli saw his son appear, and he held back his words, after all, dignity is priceless.

Qingqiu Yourong and Qingqiu Youyong saw the ugly ghost brother like a life-saving straw, and stepped forward to support Qingqiu left and right to sit down, but Qingqiu stood up when he was sick.

"I'm afraid I don't have time to sit or go into details. "Qingqiu is sick, dark and solemn.

"Fire eyebrows, what should we do?" Qingqiu Yourong asked first.

"Let's go, leave the City of Light. "Qingqiu is sick and loud, there is no doubt.

"Run, man, you've come up with this great idea. Qingqiu Youyong was speechless for a while.

"Well, run north, my old sister and brother, you must go to the North Underworld City in person, and invite Bu Yangchen to the City of Light. "Qingqiu was sick and made the first arrangement.

"Wailing snow wolf step dust, he, will he come to Guangming City obediently?" Qingqiu Yourong had a question mark on his face.

"The messenger has already sent a letter of marriage, either let him preside over Huang Fuxiong's funeral, it is estimated that Huang Fuxiong will not live for a few days, maybe he is dead now, or let him come to Guangming City to serve as the prime minister, anyway, sister, what he wants, you can always move him. ”

"This, does this work?" asked Qingqiu Youyong.

"Brother, do you have a way that works?" Qingqiu asked rhetorically.

"To come or not to come, it's always right to leave Bright City first, it's too dangerous here. Qingqiu Yourong looked at his younger brother: "Do you want to bring more clothes, is it cold there?"

"I'm afraid it's too late for you to prepare, but I've been prepared. Qingqiu's sick voice just fell, and the sound of the carriage came from far and near, stopping in front of Qingqiu Mansion.

"Leave now? "Qingqiu Yourong is unprepared.

"I'm afraid so, old lady, I can only guarantee that for now, if you want to leave in the future, you will have to grow wings on your own. ”

A subordinate put a leather coat and a leather robe and other warm things on the carriage, Qingqiu walked to the carriage sickly, jumped into the car driven by Zhao San and said: "Sister, brother, I have wronged you to squeeze it, anyway, you will be crowded together in your mother's womb." ”

Qingqiu Yourong and Qingqiu Youyong also hurriedly got into a carriage in front.

Qingqiu Lingli saw that the three children were leaving, and couldn't help but rush up to stop Qingqiu's sick carriage and said, "Ugly ghost, your sister and brother are going to ask for a step to raise dust, what are you doing out of the city?"

"Daddy, I'm going to see an old friend of yours, just stopping by with my brothers and sisters. ”

"See whom?"

"Zhushihai, are you familiar?"

"That old thing is still alive?" Qingqiu's eyes widened. In order to find the sea of worlds, he did not spend a lot of effort.

"I said, father, your old man is not too young, don't you live well?"

"That old thing in North Underworld?"

"I said it, just by the way. ”

"You are all gone, let me test Huang Fuying's knife with my neck in Guangming City, is it fast?" implied sarcasm in the words of the request for spiritual power.

"Father, I'm afraid it can only be like this, you know, this is not my intention," Qingqiu looked at his father with a little sadness, "You are the patriarch of the Qingqiu family, carrying the honor of the family, and you are the acting Xiangguo of Guangming City, do you want to be the second Zhushihai?"

Qingqiu's spiritual power was silent, of course he never thought of leaving Guangming City like this, anyone can go, but he can't, and those who bear the honor of the family have no way out.

It may be a good thing that the children can walk, even if they don't come, leaving a few seeds for the Qingqiu family is the best choice.

"Daddy," Qingqiu said sickly sticking his ugly head out of the carriage, and he even changed his title: "Daddy, don't be pessimistic, maybe Bu Yangchen will rush to Guangming City before your head hits the ground." ”

Qingqiu Yourong and Qingqiu Youyong leaned out of the carriage and waved goodbye to their father, Qingqiu Lingli stood lonely and watched the carriage disappear from sight, and the two lines of tears couldn't help but flow.

The two carriages moved quickly under the escort of the Qingqiu family's personal guards until they reached the gate of Guangming City, and there was no doubt that the city was the most heavily guarded.

"It's broken, forget about this stubble, I'm afraid my queen's seal letter won't work anymore. Qingqiu Yourong looked out of the small window of the carriage at the swords and guns, hundreds of heavily armed golden python warriors, her body couldn't help trembling slightly, her hand tightly held her brother in the same car.

"Don't worry, sister, it's a big deal to get out. ”

In the team of dozens of people from the Qingqiu family, the most calm, shake his head, and look calm was Zhao San, who was sick and drove the carriage for Qingqiu.

Since this farmer drove a broken carriage carrying Qingqiu to the palace once because he was sick, he recognized a reason: as long as the lame man is in the car, the Heavenly Palace of Daoshan Fire Haiti Mansion will also come and go freely.

What's more, these bird officers and soldiers, the officers and soldiers last time didn't even dare to look at the gold coins he sent, hum.

Zhao San swaggered forward and showed the waist card of the chief manager of Ouchi given to him by Qingqiu because of his illness.

"My grandfather said, the emperor is seriously ill, and we are ordered by the emperor Fuying to go to Longyun Temple to pray for blessings, which of you dares to delay, huh?" Zhao San was majestic and sneered at the golden python general with golden armor and golden helmets.

Judging by the decades of life experience, the general of the golden python who led the team to guard the city gate decided that what Zhao San said was true, and a person who drove a carriage was like this, could it be fake?

What's more, it's the waist card of the Ouchi manager that is shown!

"Open the gates and let them go. The golden python general shouted loudly.

The team of dozens of people slowly left the City of Light.

"Cripple master, follow you, just two words: happy. Zhao San rushed to the car, turned around and said that Qingqiu was sick in the car.

Qingqiu's chest and back clothes were soaked with sweat before he was sick, and his head was covered with sweat, and he was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe just now, and he only relieved himself a little at this time.

Thinking about it in the car, he was not as good as Zhao San, who was driving the car, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"Brother Zhao, wrong, go north. Qingqiu said in the car when he was sick.

"Cripple master, didn't you mean to go to Longyun Temple?" Zhao San asked, or turned the horse's head.

"If you don't go to Longyun Temple, let's go to the Northern Underworld. "Qingqiu is sick and gives a real destination at this time.

"Master, it's really yours, playing those generals is like playing grandson. Zhao San admired the master even more at this time, and he was even more proud.

"Little brother, you can go as fast as you can, don't be afraid of upside down. "Qingqiu is sick and has not completely relaxed his vigilance, only when the carriage arrives in the north of the country, can it be regarded as truly safe.

Although they had walked more than 100 miles, the hands held by Qingqiu Yourong and Qingqiu Youyong still did not let go.

"Chen'an, I don't know if we can go back to Guangming City and see Zhang'er again. Qingqiu Yourong's head rested on Qingqiu Youyong's shoulder.

Chen An is Qingqiu Youyong's milk name, and no one has called it for a long time.

"Sister, we will go back, we will see Zhang'er, maybe the emperor's illness will also improve. Qingqiu Youyong comforted.

"Don't mention that old bastard, since I had Zhang'er, he hasn't touched me again, but he has been in contact with his subordinates. Qingqiu Yourong had hatred in his eyes, "He is clean even when he is dead." ”

Qingqiu Youyong has not held his sister's hand for twenty years, and the twin siblings have been praised by the world as the golden boy and jade girl of Qingqiu City since they were born, and now, Qingqiu Youyong, who is busy seeking fame, has not yet married, and Qingqiu Yourong, who is already the queen, does not seem to be happy.

And now, at the moment of life and death of the Qingqiu family, on the long road to the north, the twin siblings sat side by side, their fingers interlocked.

Outside the carriage, the journey became more and more desolate.

It's getting colder on the northbound.

When Zhao San took the thick fur fur and sent it to the carriage of the Qingqiu sisters and brothers, it caused a panic inside, and the two of them had a big red face.

Zhao San, who lacked etiquette education, didn't feel that he was abrupt at all, and secretly thought that this little couple was very affectionate, and he and the tigress at home fought every day.

"Crippled master, the little couple in the back is really a fairy-like person, what a match," Zhao San searched his stomach and flipped his belly, and came up with two words: "A pair in the sky, a pair on the ground." ”

"A natural couple?" Qingqiu asked lightly, but Zhao San didn't seem to hear it, and continued to drive the carriage.

Obviously, Zhao San didn't know the relationship between the two in the carriage behind.

Qingqiu poked his head out of the small window of the carriage in confusion, but saw that the curtain of the carriage behind him was tightly wrapped.

Qingqiu was sick and did not retract his head, allowing the north wind to blow his face.

As far as the eye can see, the northern country is vast.