This is completely a posture of rejecting people thousands of miles away, but if you give up because of this, then Xiao Lingmo will not be called Xiao Lingmo.

He blinked his peach blossom eyes that were merciful, and was about to ask something to Lin Qingge relentlessly, but a thick male voice made him shudder.

It was Xiao Tingyi, he came down the stairs with a steady step, and his simple regular clothes could not hide his outstanding heroic posture, and the mint green gauze flowed with the pace. His appearance does not belong to the handsome kind, and under the sword eyebrows that are not thick or faint are a pair of slender Ruifeng eyes. The nose bridge is as high as a knife, and the lip color is natural, but the dividends are not pale. It is not much different from the rumor in the market: the face is like the flower of spring dawn, the sideburns are like a knife, the eyebrows are like Xiao paintings, the lips are like peach petals, and the eyes are like autumn waves.

But when Lin Qingge turned his head to look at him, there was only a clean and slender back left, and the unpolished hosta tied up the long hair like a waterfall...... In an instant, Lin Qingge's retrospective glance responded to one word: one eye for ten thousand years--- affectionate glance, and love for ten thousand years.

It seemed that a voice in the shadows was telling her: that person was him. But when she reacted, Xiao Lingmo had already left with Xiao Tingyi. Lin Qingge hurriedly pressed the purse in his sleeve on the table, and chased him out without Lin Bustard's mother babbling. She ran out of the archway of the drunken immortal residence and looked around eagerly. It's just that in this vast sea of people, shoulder to shoulder, where is there still Xiao Tingyi's shadow.

Lin Qingge's eyes were a little red, the cold wind of the cold night hit her face and blew in her heart, the tip of her nose was full of sourness, she stood in the middle of the market, shouting Mu Lingfeng's name without any image, like a shrew scolding the street. It's a pity that what responded to her was only the strange gaze of passers-by.

The fact that Mu Lingfeng was killed at that time can be regarded as a rumor in the community, and there are various versions. Some say that it was a royal conspiracy, some say that it was framed by a spy, and some even say that it was because she Lin Qingge hired a killer to kill her in order to hide her little white face. In the middle of the night, Lin Qingge and a girl stood on the street shouting Mu Lingfeng's name, which couldn't help but attract people's attention.

In fact, Lin Qingge only had to look up slightly to see the two upstairs leaning against the window, Xiao Tingyi did not go far after coming out of the Drunken Immortal Residence, but turned around and entered the nameless pawnshop opposite, Xiao Lingmo naturally followed.

"Brother, is she Lin Qingge?" Xiao Lingmo asked while resting on the windowsill with one hand and shaking the sachet from an unknown girl with the other.

"Hmm. "Hmm...... it's really like gold, Xiao Lingmo can't imagine how he can take away his cold young master.

"Then what tricks do you say Emperor Lao'er wants to play this time? You won't even use beauty tricks, right?" Xiao Lingmo's expression was exaggerated, and he said with an incredulous expression, obviously frightened by his sudden idea.

Hearing this, Xiao Tingyi snorted coldly, hooked the corners of one side of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Beauty plan... It depends on whether she has the ability to do it. ”

Here, Lin Qingge was still helplessly pushing aside the crowd, looking around with her little hope. I don't know who pushed her, and the already powerless person collapsed on the ground softly. The clean skirt was stepped on by the noble lady who had no one in sight, leaving a few ugly shoe prints, and the delicate jade hands were also stepped on by the crowd of people to step on a few red marks, and the green silk that was originally tied up with a hairpin fell on her ears, adding a bit of sadness to her. Tears slipped silently, like her broken heart, falling on the cold bluestone pavement.

It can be said that Lin Qingge has never been so downcast for a person since he was a child......

"Hey," Xiao Lingmo poked Xiao Tingyi, who was clubbing like a piece of wood on the side, with his elbow, "The girl is crying so sadly, don't you go and coax?"

Xiao Tingyi didn't speak, he didn't even bother to give a cold look, and raised his chin to signal Xiao Lingmo to look downstairs.

Lin Xiu's clothes have not changed, and he has not brought a secret guard, at this moment, he is like a young man from an ordinary cloth family, with a bookish atmosphere. He squatted down beside Lin Qingge, blocking the crowd of people coming and going for her, protecting her like protecting some strange treasure. He didn't say anything to comfort her, he didn't say anything to blame, he just stayed by her side quietly, just like when she did something wrong when she was a child and was punished to kneel on a pillar of incense.

Lin Qingge was tired of crying, so he didn't take the handkerchief handed over by Lin Xiu, but just let him hold her shoulders and pick her up from the ground. The two of them were speechless all the way, and the road that can usually be completed with half a pillar of incense was grinded for more than half an hour.

When I returned to the temple, the sky was already dark, and the sun on the other side of the mountain slowly rose with a warm orange glow, shining on the cold path in the early morning.

Lin Xiumu sent Lin Qingge into the door, did not stop, turned around and left. Lin Qingge closed the door, she was the only one in the room, because the room in the Zen courtyard was too small, the maids who were waiting for her lived elsewhere, and they hadn't woken up yet.

She didn't call the maid, but boiled the water herself and stepped into the tub. The warm liquid overflowed the coagulated skin, soft as snow, and swept over the body with a little water, Lin Qingge slowly slid down, letting the water overflow over his head. It wasn't about death, it was about relieving stress.

She dried herself and changed into a water-pink gown. Painted with delicate makeup, rolled up the soft green silk, everything yesterday disappeared like a cloud of smoke, the sun rose again, she was still the princess Ling Wei who was not shocked everywhere. And the bitterness in my heart, I'm afraid that she is the only one who understands...

Early in the morning, after bidding farewell to the old abbot in the imperial city, a group of people came down from Zen Mountain. Outside the mountain gate, it has long been surrounded by people watching the excitement, and there is noisy discussion everywhere. Lin Qingge sat in the carriage, feeling like a prison bird in a cage, for others to watch.

Suffering the discomfort of being stared at, Lin Qingge lowered the curtain in the car. Yi Meng, the maidservant girl on the side, came over and whispered something beside Lin Qingge. After listening to this, Lin Qingge's eyes were chilling, and her red lips lightly said, "How much she gives, let's double it." After returning to the palace, bring someone to see me in the dark pavilion. ”

"Yes. Yi Meng bowed his head and replied.

Lin Qingge's heart was also a little helpless, and finally moved a little, but how many years have she been fighting, can she Lin Xuan grow a little. With this kind of little trick, she still wants to kill her Lin Qingge? She Lin Xuan doesn't weigh how many catties and taels she has.

Lin Qingge is not a white lotus, her principle is that people don't offend me, I don't offend people. Since Lin Xuan wants to kill her, then she wants Lin Xuan to live rather than die!

For such a big scene, Lin Xuan helped her pave the way, if she didn't appear and followed the script for a while, wouldn't it be in vain Lin Xuan's hard work.