When the light dust turned around from his sleep, the surrounding scenery changed greatly, and it was no longer the Fusang Water Pavilion that was cold to the bones and full of dangers.

The brocade quilt is warm, there is a gurgling sound outside the window, and a faint fragrance gently wafts through the tip of the nose, is it ...... New house "Peach Blossom Dock"

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"Sister! You're awake! ”

Leng Yueping's round face barged in, blinking her bright and shining eyes, staring at her.

"Ping'er, why are you here?"

Xun Qingchen was shocked, and sniffed the Fang Fei in the house, no, this smell is not peach blossom fragrance, it is ox head sandalwood!

This is Situ Mansion, her boudoir!

She turned her head to look at the furnishings in the room, as it had been back then, unchanged.

Such a scene, so familiar, as if five years ago, the moment of falling into a deep sleep!

Wait, isn't she asleep, what happened before was just a dream!

"Where's A-Shallow? Ahh

Hun Qingchen sat up in shock, anxiously trying to get up, his palm touched the edge of the bed, and let out a heart-rending scream.

She wrinkled her eyebrows and stared at her hands that were sewn by thick gauze, pondered deeply, and shouted excitedly, in her words, half pain, half joy, half sadness and half joy: "Ping'er! Not a dream! It's true! Really 1 "What is really fake!" Leng Yueping worriedly persuaded Hun Qingchen's mood to fluctuate, "Sister, your hands are injured like this, but be careful1 Hun Qingchen's heart fell, and he smiled at the worried Leng Yueping: "Ping'er, sister is okay 1" It's okay? The injury is so severe, and it's okay! Leng Yueping looked at the light and breezy appearance of Hun Qingchen, and couldn't help but be angry, "Sister, do you know that your hands have been scrapped 1" What did you say? Xun Qingchen was shocked, his eyes gradually reflected scars, and his voice slowly trembled, "I, my hand ......" "Those people, Murong Qian wants to kill them, why do you want to stop them!" Leng Yueping grabbed Hun Qingchen's shoulder, as if sorry, as if annoyed, "Do you know, you, can no longer use the technique of controlling water1" What about the pipa, what about the dance? Xun Qingchen's heart was flustered, his eyes were open, tears flashed, and he asked fearfully, "I...... Is it still possible? Leng Yueping looked at Hun Qingchen in disbelief: "What you care about, is this what you care about?" "Ping'er, you sue me, can I still do it? Is it still possible? Xun Qingchen looked at Leng Yueping firmly, hoping to get the slightest affirmation from her expression. Now I'm afraid, why did I do this in the first place! Leng Yueping slowly let go of her hand, lowering her eyes to avoid the longing in her eyes, "I sealed your meridians in time, if you only want to do such a trivial thing, it doesn't matter!" However, when you were seriously injured, you forcibly exercised your luck, causing the heavenly soul to shatter, and although the soul remained, the mana was lost! From now on, you are just a mortal 1 The eyebrows of the light dust condensed slightly, and after being silent for a while, he relaxed his shoulders, breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered: "That's good, that's good1" Okay? You actually said yes? Leng Yueping raised her eyes and looked at Hun Qingchen's relieved expression, "Sister, I really can't understand you1 Hun Qingchen's mouth contained a hint of relief, and said seriously, "Ping'er, I never expected to have the power of God, I, I just want to be a mortal 1" Without mana, how can you protect yourself in the future?" "You don't have to rely on spells to protect yourself!" Hu Qingchen looked at Leng Yueping and said word by word, "This is also the reason why I stopped Murong Qian1 Leng Yueping recalled the scenes of the night banquet, and there was a chill in his eyes: "Sun Yanxi should have been killed!" "Ping'er! No one should be damned! Hun Qingchen shook his head and stopped Leng Yueping's anger, "Ah Qian, he's too impulsive!" As long as he flies the knife, King Yan will definitely attack him in a group under the banner of escort! Ah Qian, he, is a catastrophe 1 "You think so well for him, how can you ever think about yourself! Leng Yue looked at Hun Qingchen, her voice cold and ruthless, "How do you know that he has no layout in this qiē conspiracy?" The eyes of the water cut by the light dust swayed slightly, and a trace of tenderness slowly rose: "Ping'er, I didn't think about it so much, I just wanted to save him 1" Save him? Leng Yue held her eyes and looked at Hu Qingchen, "Now that you can't protect yourself, how can you save him?" When Hu Qingchen heard this, he felt that something was wrong, and became worried: "What's wrong with him?" Did something happen to him? Leng Yueping looked at Xun Qingchen's anxious appearance, as if she couldn't bear it: "He's fine, it's just that he violated Long Yan against the saint, was grounded by the emperor, and punished him for thinking about it on the wall, without an edict, he can't come out 1" What about me? "You?" The doubts in Leng Yue's eyes gradually calmed down, her voice was cold, and she couldn't hear her emotions, "You just need to recuperate in Situ Mansion!" "How so? Shouldn't the emperor punish me? Hu Qingchen said that he was about to get out of bed, "No, I want to meet the Holy ......" "Sister! Leng Yueping pressed Hun Qingchen's shoulders to stop her impulsiveness, and the light in the ice pupils was concentrated, inch by inch, and the uneasiness in Hun Qingchen's water pupils was fixed, and there was a bit of anger in her tone, and she raised faintly, "You are like this...... Aren't you afraid of moving the tire? "Tire gas? You mean, I'm pregnant! "In the Wangfeng Pavilion of King Zheng's Mansion, Murong Qian was cooking a pot of peach blossom wine alone. In the furnace, from time to time there was a crackling sound of silver charcoal bursting, comforting, and the loneliness of late autumn was speechless. A lone bird, fluttering with black feathers, crows crows through the dark clouds rolling in the dark sky. Murong Qian picked up the horn-shaped jade cup, tilted his head, and warmed the wine into his throat, not sweet and mellow, only bitter and light. In this autumn night banquet, he lost in the end! Perhaps, a long time ago, he lost! If he just fell for King Yan's conspiracy, it would be enough, but in the ambush of Fusang Water Pavilion on all sides, how could Murong Qian not have a layout! He had expected that King Yan would find an opportunity to attack him, and he knew that King Yan would kill him sooner or later! Therefore, he has secretly set up a "bitter meat plan", as long as Sun Yanxi's shot is ruthless and dangerous, he will be able to survive in a desperate situation and turn the danger into a disaster! At that time, he found the right time to present all the evidence collected in the Fusheng Pavilion and confessed to King Yan's crimes. Although Li Jing is indecisive, he is by no means stupid. With all the past and the current situation, all the anger will definitely erupt in an instant, and no matter how powerful King Yan is, there will never be a day to turn over! But no matter how subtle and careful he calculated, in the end, he was wrong and missed, and he was afraid of overestimating his bottom line. He thought that Xun Qingchen had already known that Sun Yanxi was his person, and although this move was extremely dangerous, there was no mistake! But he didn't know that Xun Qingchen didn't dare to gamble at all, and he didn't dare to gamble with his life. Even if she knew that this qiē was a trap, a conspiracy, and Murong Qian's step-by-step action! If she had to do it all over again, she would still do it! He thought that even if King Yan targeted Xun Qingchen, he wouldn't be able to play a clever trick! He firmly believes that he can deal with it calmly in the deep palace as before! How could he forget that from the time he met Hun Qingchen, from the snow in the city, he was no longer the familiar self. He has a weakness, he is no longer the opponent of King Yan! "Murong Gongzi, what a good Yaxing!"