Bamboo Pavilion. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoSong Ruqing's residence. The bamboo green is elegant, and the room is lush. Since that day, Xiaoyu saw her young lady talking to a group of people, and she has become more and more careful to serve. Just because she followed Song Ruqing, this person is still the first time to see, and she has never seen any interaction with Ruqing before. As for the words and deeds of the two, they naturally know nothing about it, and in the clouds, they only feel that Song Ruqing is slightly different from before, but they can't explain it. She lost her mother at the age of seven, and her father's power sold her to others for money, during which she traveled many times, and finally entered the Zhaonan Houfu, served the daughter of the Hou Ye, and crowned Song Ruqing, the lord of Zhaonan. She has been six out of ten since she was seven years old, or she is in the market, or trapped in the high wall, a peddler and a pawn, a bully, a scholar and a merchant, what kind of person has she never seen? Clever robbery, light words lead to trouble, intrigue, what kind of things have not been experienced? The way of the whole body naturally penetrates into its marrow and is practiced between gestures. At that time, Song Ruqing chose two of the eight people as personal people, and she saw that she was well-behaved and nuonuo, so she was recorded as one. Now she is the only one left by Song Ruqing's side. As for the other person, she used a little trick to make Ru Qing see his bad things, so that she left. Naturally, there were many ghost tricks, but no one noticed it.

Xiaoyu faintly noticed that the young lady was abnormal, but she was still diligent and did not see negligence. Just because she knows what she does, and she is not a rapper. What can be done and what cannot be done, she knows it in her heart. Recently, the young lady was sick, and she was always by the side, without any slackness. Song Ruqing's background is noble, but she has no half of the coquettish and extravagant, thanks to Liu's supervision everywhere, she has always been quiet and tranquil on weekdays, or she is a talented woman who enjoys the scenery in the garden, or strokes the piano and paints, poems, books, rituals and music. She is indifferent to trivial matters, and Xiaoyu naturally takes care of them one by one. Song Ruqing said little, even Xiaoyu, a close person, rarely paid attention to it, and only said something in front of her parents, but she was also respectful and courteous, and rarely looked like a little daughter. Song Cheng and Liu are both relieved and helpless.

Song Ruqing is happy and quiet, and Xiaoyu naturally won't say much. However, in recent days, the young lady has spoken a lot. From time to time, I chatted with her to relieve her boredom, asked some dispensable words, and pleasing her eyebrows, and taught her that she was not adaptable, so she had to deal with a few words. Seeing this, Song Ruqing did not give up, which made her tired and uneasy.

Everyone in the house knows Song Ruqing's temperament. Therefore, except for Song Cheng's occasional move here, few people came to disturb him. This Zhuxin Pavilion is like a house in a house. On this day, Song Ruqing was wearing a middle coat, breathing on the couch for a while, slightly tired, then turned to lie on her side, feeling dull and had nothing to do. Suddenly, Xiaoyu stood quietly on the side, and saw this timid girl, with low eyebrows and eyes, her hands clasped in front of her, looking well-behaved, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and she was also a delicate and lovely person. Xiaoyu felt Song Ruqing's gaze, and suddenly felt constrained, and did not dare to move. Song Ruqing's eyes flashed suddenly, and he said, "Xiaoyu, come here." When Xiao Yu heard this, she immediately took a few steps to the front of the couch and said respectfully: "Miss." Song Ruqing smiled slyly, didn't say much, raised his hand and beckoned to Xiaoyu, signaling her to come closer, Xiaoyu was standing, naturally saw it, so he took a few steps forward, saw Song Ruqing beckoning to her again, and understood, so he knelt in front of the couch, slightly shorter than Song Ruqing.

Song Ruqing saw her docile appearance, and thought that she was really a lovely little girl, so she smiled and said, "Little Yu'er, raise your head." Xiao Yu only raised her head slightly, still with low eyebrows, and Song Ruqing said again: "Lift it again." Xiao Yu raised her eyes to eye level. Song Ruqing squinted slightly, feeling funny, so she took out a slender white jade hand from under the mattress, stretched out two fingers to support Xiao Yu's chin, and slowly hooked up, Xiao Yu didn't dare to disobey and slowly raised her head with the power of the slender jade fingers, which was worthy of hitting Song Ruqing's wonderful eyes, so the four eyes intersected, Xiao Yu's face showed a little blush, and she was about to tilt her head, but who knew that Song Ruqing was holding it with her hand, and she couldn't move, so she looked away and said, "Miss." Song Ruqing ate and smiled, and suddenly felt extremely interesting, so she feigned anger and said: "Xiao Yu'er, are you guilty?" When Xiao Yu heard this, she whispered: "Xiao Yu doesn't know. The voice was even softer. Song Ruqing said: "When you brought osmanthus cake with me yesterday, you stole your mouth and tasted it, yes or no?" Xiao Yu's face was shocked, then turned red, and said: "Miss, how do you know ......" Song Ruqing said: "You don't care how I know, you are wrong, you should be punished." Xiaoyu longed in her heart and said, "Xiaoyu knows her mistake, please punish the young lady." Song Ruqing's cold face came like a cloud breaking through the moon, the snow was clear, and she smiled: "You lean over." Xiao Yu leaned over with both hands on the edge of the couch as she said. Unexpectedly, at this time, Song Ruqing opened her mouth slightly, and gently held Xiaoyu's pink lips. Xiao Yu was frightened, and the sound of wanting to scream turned into a coquettish cry and choked in her throat. The four lip flaps were harmonious, Xiaoyu snorted slightly, her face was red with spring, and she wanted to break free, but she was held by Song Ruqing from the back of her head, so she closed her eyes in shame, only to feel that the young lady's lips were soft and sweet, like nephrite warm fragrance, and she fell into it for a while, unable to extricate herself. After a while, Song Ruqing only felt that Xiaoyu's gasping became more and more intense, so he slowly separated the two cherry lips, and saw a trace of pure white gas flying out of Xiaoyu's mouth and being sucked into Song Ruqing's mouth. Looking at Xiaoyu again, I saw that her eyes were slightly closed, her whole body was soft, lying in front of the couch, her cheeks were dizzy, and she didn't know who was going to work, only her crystal red lips opened and closed slightly. Song Ruqing went to help Xiaoyu onto the bed, slowly flattened it, covered it with a brocade quilt, looked at her peaceful and pretty face, stretched out her hand to gently soothe, and whispered: "Sleep, sleep." It's a poor man, too. ”

Song Ruqing watched Xiaoyu's sleeping face on the side, and suddenly heard the sound of footsteps in the courtyard of the pavilion, and after a while, a man said loudly: "Hello Miss." Song Ruqing replied: "What are you doing here?" Steward Yu said: "The guest from the house is an old acquaintance of the Hou Ye, and if he wants to see the young lady, the Hou Ye sent me to invite the young lady." Song Ruqing said: "I don't know who the visitor is?" Steward Yu said: "It's an old friend of Master Hou when he was in Beijing, and he is called Yi Wujiao, saying that he has seen Miss when he was a child." The pavilion was speechless for a while, and the steward waited patiently, only to hear Song Ruqing say: "Where is Daddy now?" Yu is in charge and speaks, let me change my clothes. Steward Yu said: "The young lady is changing clothes, and the little one is waiting here." Song Ruqing said, "It's okay." And there was no peace.

In the pavilion, Song Ruqing put on her clothes neatly, went to look at Xiaoyu on the couch again, and said to herself: "It's okay, it's okay." With another sigh, he turned out of the boudoir, went out of the hall, pushed open the wooden door, and a man in a black shirt stood quietly. When he saw that Song Ruqing was alone, he said, "Dare to ask Miss, why don't you see Xiaoyu?" Song Ruqing said: "That girl has committed a taboo, I will punish her to kneel in the room, and the steward will not pay attention to it, and lead the way." Steward Yu was slightly silent, then bowed down and said, "Miss come with me." ”

Song Ruqing followed Steward Yu all the way, walked through the corridor, and came to a courtyard, and Steward Yu said: "Miss, Song Hou and the guests are in the courtyard. Song Ruqing didn't care about him and walked straight into the hospital. I saw that the courtyard was empty and depressed, and there was only one person standing in the center, standing with his back to him, it was Song Cheng. She bowed close and said, "Daddy." Song Cheng turned around, staring at the tiger, but didn't say anything. Song Ruqing said: "Why didn't Daddy say anything? Where are the guests? Before Song Cheng could answer, he only heard a voice say, "It's here." When he heard the voice, he saw a person slowly coming out from behind Song Cheng, it was Yi Wuyi.

Seeing this, Song Ruqing didn't panic, and bowed to Yi Wuyi, and said with a smile: "Don't come to the real person." Yi Wuyi smiled: "You are a little bold, but you don't panic when you see me." Song Ruqing said with a smile: "The real person is wrong, although I don't say anything in my mouth, but I am afraid of the real person in my heart." Just because you are in a cage, not yourself, even fear is useless. Song Cheng heard the words of the two, and Fang firmly believed that the person in front of him was no longer his beloved daughter, he was still calm and calm, and said: "This girl, my Song family has never had a grudge against you, why did you forcibly occupy the little girl's body?" Song Ruqing said: "Under the crisis, I have to do it as a last resort." Song Hou is not strange, don't worry, I only rely on this body to contain my soul, but I will not hurt your daughter's life. Song Cheng said: "In this way, my daughter will be free." Song Ruqing said: "This doesn't work, my soul is helpless, if I escape from here, I will only be scattered." Song Cheng was slightly angry and said, "You demon, how can you let my daughter go?" Song Ruqing didn't answer, a look of exhaustion and sadness suddenly appeared on her face, and she said, "If you can, who is willing to suffer so much." Carrying his heart and liver all day long, lest he be chased by others, and in the end he ended up dead. Yi Wuyi sighed: "I knew this was the case, why bother in the first place." If you two hadn't stolen the treasures of my mountain gate, how could there be this retribution, and you were not greedy enough to attract disaster. Unexpectedly, Song Ruqing heard these words, and she was resentful in her heart, and said: "Even so, you Fengming Mountain has a deep heritage, and ordinary treasures are not in your eyes, why did you only lose a broken bead, and you chased after my sister and brother." Saying that, thinking of the suffering suffered these days, he couldn't help crying, and said: "Your sect is prosperous, why do you need to see the same knowledge as our two unpopular monsters, and you have lost your bearing." Yi Wuyi listened to her words, and said coldly: "It's nonsense, don't say that the pregnancy soul bead you stole is also a heavy treasure, even if it is not in sight, and it can't be touched by outsiders, what about monsters?" Song Ruqing smiled and said: "I see, where do you care about the jewel in my hand, it is clearly just a face, it is really a group of hypocritical people, and I can't see half of the parting of the way." Yi Wuyi was furious and shouted: "It's clear that you are only waiting, and you dare to say nothing." Return the treasure as soon as possible, and don't take advantage of your tongue. Song Cheng listened to it on the sidelines, and he was slightly disappointed in Feng Mingzong in his heart, with the prosperity of a sect, but it was a deceptive thing, even if the two of them were at fault first, and they were forced to do so, they would inevitably lose their demeanor. had the intention to dissuade, but thinking about his identity, he said to Song Ruqing: "Girl, turn back to the shore, don't lose your life for one thing." When Song Ruqing heard this, she was grateful and said, "The matter has come to this point, and it is irreparable." Song Hou didn't know, if I tied my hands, it would be worse than death. Song Cheng said to Yi Wujiao: "I don't know what Feng Mingzong plans to do with her." Yi Wujiao said ruthlessly: "Soul detention, slavery in Fengming Mountain, after a hundred years, you will be free." Song Cheng was shocked and said, "Why is this so? Is 100 years of slavery too heavy? Yi Wuyi said: "The sect is majestic and cannot be blasphemed." If they were spared, wouldn't others despise Feng Mingzong. The two monsters are affectionate, and they laugh in vain. Song Cheng was speechless for a while, he was afraid that the monster would hurt his daughter, and wanted to mediate from it, but who expected that Yi would be unrelenting and could not tolerate half a point, at this time Song Ruqing said: "Thank you Song Hou for your words, I also know my result, but I just complained of righteous indignation in my heart." ”

Su Ruqing bowed to Song Cheng and said, "In the past few days, I have been thanking Song Hou for a lot, and Mo Hongyi is here to thank you." I will give your daughter back. Song Cheng saw that the monster thanked Song Ruqing in the same way, and listened to her words, his heart was inexplicable, indescribable, or relieved, or pity, so he said to Yi Wujiao: "Brother Wujiao, can't you really be accommodating?" Yi Wuyi said sonorously: "Brother Song, don't be confused, this demon has done a sinful karma, and it is difficult to forgive." Song Ruqing's face showed sadness, smiled sadly at Song Cheng, and said: "I have no regrets when I die, I am to blame." If I return the Pregnant Soul Bead and leave it to the disposal of a real person, can I ask a real person to spare my brother once? Yi Wuyi finally did not reach the state of despair, and after listening to it, he felt compassion and hesitated for a while, Song Cheng said: "Brother Wujiao, you have to forgive people and forgive people." Let's end it here. Yi Wuyi saw the sincerity on her face, and sighed: "Okay, as long as you do what you say, I will promise you." Song Ruqing cried with joy, Ying Ying knelt on the ground, her long skirt was spread out, covering the ground, only to see her closing her eyes and concentrating, for a moment, slightly opening her thin lips, and spit out a crystal pearl, the gray clouds in the pearl were rolling, chaotic and unknown. Song Ruqing took this bead in his hand and said, "The pregnant soul bead is here, please take it back." Saying that, the pregnant soul bead flew like duckweed and flew towards Yi Wuyi.

The pearl could fly halfway, and Yi Wuyi was about to raise his hand to get it, but a hand reached out from the ground and intercepted it, and then a figure broke out of the ground and came to stand beside Song Ruqing. It was the Dao who was undoubtedly the man. This change shocked the three people in the field, and the treasure was lost and lost, Yi Wuyi couldn't help but be angry, and said, "Mo Qingyi, what are you going to do?" Your sister sacrificed her life to save you, don't be ignorant. Mo Qingyi ignored it, and instead went to Su Ruqing and said, "Sister, you are so confused." How can I bear to let you go to Fengming Sect as a slave, and be free outside. Mo Hongyi couldn't help but call: "Tsing Yi." Mo Qingyi put the Pregnant Soul Bead into Mo Hongyi's palm and said, "Sister, don't worry, I'll take you away." Then he took out the gossip in his palm and recited the formula.

Yi Wuyi smiled when he saw this, and said, "Mo Qingyi, you must know that I am also prepared. After speaking, he put his hands together and said, "Get up!" I saw that the four corners of the courtyard echoed the sound of four green and red jade pillars, on which the ravines were vertical and horizontal, self-contained inscriptions, suddenly the light overflowed, converged in one place, turned into a layer of curtains, the whole courtyard was strictly covered, the streamer appeared, and it was invisible. Looking at that person Mo Qingyi again, his face was stiff, and he kept pinching tricks, but with little effect.

Yi Wuyi said: "Mo Qingyi, I know that you are proficient in the art of earth escape, how can you not guard against it." Don't struggle anymore, follow me back to the mountain to be tortured, and if you are stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless. Seeing this, Mo Hongyi panicked and said: "The real person is not strange, the pregnant soul bead will be returned, please forgive Tsing Yi." Mo Hongyi threw the Pregnancy Soul Bead hard at Yi Wuyi, and was caught by him with one hand.

Mo Qingyi couldn't stop it, and said angrily: "Chu Fangzi, I will never allow you to take my sister away." "It turned out that Chu Fangzi was actually the name of Yi Wuyi, but he was used by Mo Qingyi to deceive Mu Changsheng. Yi Wuyi put the pregnant soul bead into his arms and said, "Mo Qingyi, don't make mistakes." Mo Qingyi had already recited silently to the gossip stone plate, only to see a flash of turbid light on the stone plate, the Gen position was shining, and a speck of dust slowly rose from the hexagram, rising in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a boulder dozens of zhang high and smashed towards Yi Wuyi. Seeing this, Yi Wuyi waved his hand back slightly, and then sent Song Cheng to the periphery, and said, "Carving insect skills." I saw him pinching the trick with one hand, the sword behind his back was unsheathed, and he fell steadily in his hand, silently reciting the sword in his chest, and said: "Fengxiang style." Swinging the blade from the bottom to the top, a rolling scorching wave poured out, meeting the boulder, the two sides collided, the boulder was powder, eliminating the invisible, and the scorching wave was like Yi Wuyi's mind, and as soon as it turned in mid-air, it rolled towards Mo Qingyi like a vastness.

Mo Qingyi's spell was broken, and he was shocked, Fang Zhiyi was unfathomable, and when he saw his moves coming to him again, he said bitterly in his heart: "This time I will die." Just as he was dying with his eyes closed, a wave of turbulent aura rushed to his face, resisting all the boiling heat waves. I only heard a clear voice say: "Keep people under the sword." ”

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