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Su Hui still leaned on the pavilion at the top of the mountain and looked down the mountain, and Nan Qingmo stayed quietly by his side as usual, looking at his mask with big eyes in a daze.

I heard that Brother Su wore a mask because the fire burned his face, if there was any medicine to remove those scars, Brother Su wouldn't need to wear a mask, right?

Su Huo didn't care about Nan Qingmo's gaze, let alone what Nan Qingmo was thinking, watching the slightly thick clouds gradually cover everything in his sight, Su Hui's brows furrowed slightly.

"Brother Su, what are you thinking?"

Nan Qingmo pouted, although Brother Su no longer blindly drove her away, but he was also more silent, Nan Qingmo didn't know where he hated him, but now, he didn't want to say anything to himself.

"Miss Nan, for the sake of your reputation, it's better to keep your distance from Zaixia."

Feeling Nan Qingmo's hand pulling his sleeve again, Su Huo hurriedly withdrew his sleeve without a trace, and then got up and walked to the other side of the pavilion.

If this continues, sooner or later something will change.

"Brother Su'......"

Nan Qingmo didn't know Su Hui's intentions, but she felt more and more aggrieved in her heart, why did she become so cold, didn't she get a lot better at the beginning.

Su Huo just didn't say anything, but he didn't explain anything, he knew that once he explained, things would get worse, so he just kept it like this, this entanglement didn't belong to him, he shouldn't get involved.

"Miss Nan, I have already contacted the Hei Yuan King of Southern Xinjiang, and I believe that he will send someone to pick you up soon."

Seeing that Nan Qingmo was already crying, Su Hui turned his face away slightly, but his tone became harder and harder, and he did not allow Nan Qingmo to put his beak in the slightest.

"You!"

King Hei Yuan is Nan Qingmo's cousin, the ruler of this generation of Southern Xinjiang, and Nan Linxuan's father.

The way of governing in southern Xinjiang is very interesting, divided into two clans, the white Qiang and the black Qiang, each generation of the two clans of the relatives take turns to govern the entire southern Xinjiang, this generation of power, is the father of Nan Linxuan, who is the leader of the Black Qiang tribe, then, the next generation of rulers, will be Nan Qingmo, who is the daughter of the leader of the White Qiang tribe.

Hearing Su Huo say that she had called someone from southern Xinjiang to pick her up, Nan Qingmo was panicked at this moment, she was not afraid of this cousin who had always been kind, she was afraid of her father, who would be furious all day long for a trivial matter, and smoke her ass and blossom!

"Brother Su, do you really remember me?"

Nan Qingmo knew very well that if she didn't go back, her father would have jumped a long time ago, and now that Nanjiang has learned her whereabouts, her father must also know, so even if she wants to stay here this time, she can't rely on it.

Besides, she won't be able to escape a heavy punishment after she goes back, and maybe, she will never have a chance to come out in the future.

So, she had a word she wanted to ask again.

“…… I don't remember. ”

Su Huo was slightly stunned for a moment, but he still shook his head and answered, but this question that should not have been answered by him would cause him more trouble, but now, he had no way not to answer.

"Well, I'll go back myself."

As if he had expected Su Hui to say this, Nan Qingmo nodded with a smile, and then turned around and walked in the direction of the mountain.

Nan Qingmo walked quickly, and the tears that fell when he turned around hit the mossy stone steps under his feet, but Su Hui couldn't see it.

Looking at the back of Nan Qing's Mo Feng leaving, Su Huo suddenly felt stunned, but he immediately told himself that this was not an entanglement that belonged to him, and it was better to stay away, otherwise, if he was not careful, he would be ruined.

And the clouds and mist in the distance became denser and denser, which made Su Huo sigh lowly, the wind and dew gradually sank, it seemed that this catastrophe had finally come true.

Xuanyang Kingdom.

This night, Murong Qing sat conscientiously in the imperial study with a recital, but he couldn't read a single copy of the content on it, he wanted to know which side was true, in this way, the more obstacles would become fewer and fewer.

"Your Majesty, news has come from our people, and Nanzhao has not made any moves."

Murong Qing had been waiting for Xuanji for a long time, and when he heard Xuanji say this, Murong Qing immediately frowned, if Nanzhao didn't make any movement, was this just for a deliberate temptation, or was it ...... What went wrong with the Five Emperor Sisters?

'Bang'!

Before Murong Qing could understand, the door of the imperial study was kicked open, and it was Murong Mo who walked in with the head of the forbidden army.

"I see."

Seeing this, Murong Qing burst out laughing, thinking that it was Murong Mo who secretly intercepted the news sent back by Lingshuang and made changes, and then deliberately used the excuse to return to Beijing.

It's just that how could he Murong Qing be so restrained?

"Now it's time for us to settle our accounts."

Murong Mo shook his hand casually, threw the head of the commander of the forbidden army on the table, and reached out to pat the position of his chest, "Murong Qing, you have caused me to have a home all these years and can't go back, I can remember it here." ”

"Oh? The eldest brother seems to know. ”

Murong Qing didn't refute, indeed, why Murong Mo kept staying at the border, it was all caused by him back then, but everyone seemed to think that it was Murong Feng's handiwork.

"The eldest brother must think that he has mastered the military talisman of the forbidden army, so he will definitely succeed tonight, right?"

Murong Qing just smiled and shook his head, then stretched out his hand and showed him what he was holding in his palm, which was a small black token with a black glow engraved with a five-clawed dragon.

"What you gave me was a fake?"

"Why do you think I'll give you the truth?"

Murong Qing smiled mockingly, if Murong Mo didn't understand at this time, so many years of lurking would be in vain, but Murong Mo just regretted it for a while, and then laughed out loud.

"That's it, it's fake, it's fake."

Hearing Murong Mo say this, this time it was Murong Qing's turn to mutter, he was very sure that Murong Mo really came back without a single soldier, and he couldn't control the forbidden army at all, so what was he relying on?

"It's fun to do that, and if I take you down easily, it's too boring."

Murong Mo laughed, then snapped his fingers, and a large number of black-clothed people poured out from outside the door behind him, and the swords in their hands flashed with a cold light that made people feel cold.

"Indeed."

Murong Qing also nodded, stretched out his hand and beckoned behind him, Xuanji immediately nodded respectfully, and at the same time, a large number of black-clothed people also poured out around the imperial study, confronting Murong Mo's people.

The cloaked man still stood by leisurely, but this time he was lying on the beam of the room with Erlang's legs crossed, looking at the bright stars and moon, and listening to the crisp sound of swords in the imperial study, the cloaked man felt that the artistic conception at this time was really wonderful.

No matter who is right or wrong, he just waits quietly for the result, and that's it. (To be continued.) )