The aftermath of "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" slowly fell, and Murong Qian looked up at the starry sky, and there was no gloom in his eyes, only a sense of relief.

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Qixi drunk, Queqiaohui, Bodhi bones broken marriage ruined.

Grievances, gray hearts, poppies are declining, Jing Lang is difficult to return, regret, regret, regret!

Mother, my father chose the day of Qixi Festival to reunite with you in heaven, he is in love with you!

If you had ever seen him with that broken bowel, you would have forgiven him!

On the side of the Maple Leaf Pavilion, there was a sound of rustling, and Hun Qingchen held the pipa of the burning groove and stepped up the stairs with the skirt.

"It's cold at night, why did you come out?"

Murong Qian hurriedly greeted him, took the pipa and held Hun Qingchen's arm, his voice was as gentle as water, "They are all people who are about to give birth, and they are not careful.1 Hun Qingchen touched his high bulging abdomen, smiled and shook his head: "There are still ten days left and right, and the untense 1 Murong Qian put the pipa on the stone table, took off his coat and draped it on the stone bench, and then led Hun Qingchen to sit down: "You, you, you know that people are worried1 said, reaching out and gently scraping her increasingly plump cheeks. "Why am I worried?" Hun Qingchen tilted his head and looked at Murong Qian, "It's you, it's really me who can't let go of my heart.1 Murong Qian's sword frowned slightly, and his thin lips pursed a hint of sternness: "I guess, it must be...... Liuzhu is too talkative again, right? Hun Qingchen waved his hand again and again: "Don't blame Liuzhu, I didn't let her say it1 Murong Qian looked at Hun Qingchen's appearance, and the curvature of his mouth rose slightly: "Okay, look at you!" I don't know that your master and servant are united, and with this beautiful face of yours, can I still blame her? Xun Qingchen didn't realize it, and then looked at Murong Qian again, and said angrily: "You, you, you, you really don't have a serious 1" What is good about being serious? Do you like those serious elm heads? Murong Qianjian's eyebrows were raised lightly, and there was a little more banter on his lips, "You, you don't like the suave son yet!" "Grand Master Murong, you really don't forget to boast about yourself at any time!" Xun Qingchen shook his head, his eyes fell on the stone table, looking at the silent strings, his smile gradually faded, and slowly turned into a faint breath. Murong looked at the sorrow on his face with a smile, half puzzled and half caring: "My brows are stretched, why are you sighing again?" Hun Qingchen's eyes drooped, and he seemed to smile and said: "I'm just recalling the past and feeling emotional1" Oh? Murong Qian tilted his head slightly, putting on a deferential appearance, "What do you feel?" Hu Qingchen's hand gently brushed the surface of the pipa of the burning groove, and there was a trace of melancholy in his words: "Murong Poppy is so blazing, such desperate love, in the end, it is just a moth to a fire!" A woman's true feelings, after all, are no match for the dignity of the throne, no match for the grandeur of the country.1 Murong Qian listened to Hun Qingchen's words, and gradually stopped the smile on his face, and his voice was soft: "Qingchen, are you worried?" Hu Qingchen slowly raised his eyes and stared at Murong Qian's peach blossom eyes: "Ah Qian, there is something I have never asked you. Now, can you tell me that what you want is ...... Jiangshan? Murong Qian held Hun Qingchen's peach blossom face, and his eyes were full of affection: "Qingchen, what I want is for you to be by my side.1 Hun Qingchen's eyes drooped down and looked at the slightly bulging abdomen, and his voice weakened: "Ah Qian, I know, all along, you have never given up, you have never given up on becoming the lord of a country, sitting on the Southern Tang Dynasty!" I still remember, when I was pregnant with Zhongyu, you sent Sun Yanxi to send the pipa to burn the groove, and asked me to wait, waiting for you to reign in the world1 "Are you still blaming me?" "Ah Qian, I don't blame you, I just, I don't understand ......" "To this day, why don't you understand?" If there is no Southern Tang River, if I can't become the lord of this country, how can I protect you in the torrent of troubled times? Murong Qian raised Hun Qingchen's head a little higher and stared into her eyes, "Qingchen, you are my Jiangshan 1 Hun Qingchen's heart trembled, the five flavors flipped in the liver and intestines, and there were bursts of autumn waves in the cut pupils. It turned out that the slightly flashing tears were the stars of Qixi Festival, and the outpouring of each other's hearts was the magpie bridge between the souls. Hun Qingchen choked for a while, and at the end, a touch of perseverance appeared on the corner of his mouth, staring at the peach blossom eyes, and solemnly promised: "Ah Qian, I will be by your side and accompany you to enjoy these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains 1."