The next day, early in the morning. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The news of the death of the King of the Northern Tomb and the envoy of Xixun spread like a meteor chasing the moon all over the Beiyue Dynasty and the opposition, and Emperor Longyan of Xixun was furious.

North Moon Court.

The Beiyue Emperor, who was sitting on the dragon chair and discussing various matters with the civil and military officials, was also surprised, looking for the king of the northern tomb in the west, and died in the territory of Beiyue, this responsibility, Beiyue did not dare to bear.

What's more, the relationship between Xixun and Beiyue is already tense, and many times, it is just the strength to pierce a piece of paper.

And the death of the king of the northern tomb was even more shocking, there was no good meat on his body, every wound was deep to the bone, and the blood flowed all over the ground, but on the contrary, this wound was not injured by sharp weapons such as swords, and eighteen cold weapons could not make such wounds.

The death of the king of the northern tomb has become a mystery.

At the same time, in the Fengyue Pavilion, the smell of blood in the antique room was overflowing, and Ye Chengcheng was lying on the ground, holding Fu Xiqin in his arms, if you look carefully, you will find that the strings of Fu Xiqin gradually turned scarlet, maybe it was dyed red by the blood in Ye Chengcheng's hands.

The hands of the night fall are full of blood, new wounds and old wounds, dense, hideous and terrifying.

She bit her lower lip, her hair was messy, her face was pale, and her eyes were a little dilated.

She originally went to the south of the city to intercept the Northern Tomb King and his party with the attitude of dying together, even if they couldn't live, they wanted them to die.

However, fortunately, she survived, even if it was another injury.

Nightfall lowered his eyes and looked at his bleeding hands, a weak smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

This time, she must hide her wounds, otherwise she will be scolded again.

Mohism.

Exquisite bed.

Qingge fell asleep for four whole days, and it was not until the evening of the fourth day that he woke up, the moment his eyes opened, there seemed to be cold air flowing in the dim room, as sharp as a sword out of the sheath, and his eyes turned slightly, and he saw the man lying on the edge of the bed.

The man's face was full of fatigue, as if he had sensed something, opened his eyes, and looked at Qingge happily, "Are you awake?" ”

For four days, he never left this room, and he even forgot to eat.

Although the delicate bed can treat the injuries of the muscles and veins well, it consumes a lot of spiritual energy, and there is no trace of relaxation.

Mo Xie injected the aura in the dantian into the Linglong bed all the time, and his eyes were red, until noon today, the muscles and veins in Qingge's body gradually recovered, and he took a nap with peace of mind.

A day ago, Mo Yuntian felt sorry for his son and wanted to replace Mo Xie to inject aura into the exquisite bed, but Mo Xie refused.

He doesn't want to leave, he doesn't worry about others, even if that person is the old son who gave birth to him and raised him.

Qingge looked at Mo Xie with a sneer, as if he was blocked by something, the young man who was unruly and unruly in fresh clothes and angry horses in the past now looks tired, his hair is messy, and his beard has come out, but he has been thin for a few days, and his body looks unusually weak and his aura is disordered.

Exhaling, Qingge raised his hand and touched Mo Xie's sharpened chin, "You've grown a beard." ”

Mo Xie grinned, "Handsome?" Chic? Are you in love? ”

“……”

The light song laughed, the stomach hurt from laughter, and the tears of laughter splashed everywhere......

Mo Xie laughed after her.

The two of them laughed like this, for a long, long time, and did not stop.

After that, Mo Xie helped Qingge out, and the moment she opened the door, the light of the setting sun fell on her, warm and comfortable.

Although the tendons and veins in his body have been repaired, they are still extremely fragile, and Mo Xie is very worried, supporting Qingge all the time, not even letting go of a small pebble on the small road of Qianmo traffic, and specially said to Qingge: "You wait here for a while." ”

After finishing speaking, the man came to the stone alive and vigorously, kicked it hard, and kicked the stone into the green grass next to it.

"It's okay, there's no danger." Mo Xie turned his head, smiling heartily, bright as a slight.

Light Song: "......"

She is the king of mercenaries, thousands of troops take the enemy's head, cross the ocean and enter the enemy's shrine, but she doesn't know that such a small pebble will pose a danger to her.

For several days, Ye Qingtian came to ask for his granddaughter, and Mo Xie directly closed the door of the Mo family, which was called a light song to recuperate, and he couldn't see outsiders, and the light song was afraid of life.

Alien?

Is he her grandfather, an outsider?

Ye Qingtian ate the closed door soup every time, touched a nose of ash, and was over seventy years old, and kicked a few times towards the closed door of the Mo family like a child, who knew that the foot was sour, it was indescribable.

Ye Qingtian hugged one foot, jumped up and scolded, and left the Mo family......

And these days, Qingge has stayed in the Mo family, and his cheeks have been much rounder, and they are all fleshy.

Mo Xie simply treats Qingge as the emperor to serve, and he can swim the entire night house without touching the ground with his feet, and his mouth has just opened, there is wine and meat, all in all, this is a fairy day!

On this day, Qingge was swaggering on the bed, on the beam of the ceiling, a small head suddenly came out, his eyes were black, Qingge was surprised, threw the shortbread in his hand to the side, got up and looked curiously, it turned out to be a mouse.

The very spiritual little mouse looked at the light song curiously, and after a few "squeaks", it ran away as soon as it squeaked.

Qingge shrugged helplessly, and continued to lie on the bed to watch the travelogue take the shortbread from the fruit plate on the bed cabinet and eat it.

The sound of friction suddenly sounded, and the sound of the little mouse chirping, Qingge sat up again, but saw that the cute little mouse was holding a small brocade box three times the size of it and staggered over, and after throwing it on the side of the bed, he looked at Qingge timidly, and got under the bed.

Qingge raised his eyebrows, and then picked up the brocade box.

The brocade box is delicate and abnormal, there are jade stones inlaid in the four corners, she hesitated for a while, or opened the brocade box, there is a book inside, the book cover is wordless, after turning the pages, each page is a painting, each painting has the same woman, a smile, or cold arrogance, or coquettish.

Qingge's fingertips were cold, and every page in this book was drawn with her.

The pen is like a god, and every stroke seems to be a stroke of God, exhausted of heart and affection.

Qingge closed the book and turned it over, and on the back of the book, there were two lines of words written by Long Fei Phoenix.

There is a light hung in the south, and the night sings.

Crazy about it, no regrets in life and death.

At this point, Qingge suddenly realized that his so-called jokes on weekdays were actually heartfelt.

He called her a lady and called her a daughter-in-law, and everyone laughed at him for being bohemian and unruly, and he was an infatuated under his recklessness.

Qingge put the book in the brocade box, carefully closed the brocade box, and then put the jade brocade box on the ground, and the little mouse under the bed got out, holding the brocade box and quietly ran away, the little body tilted and slanted, it was really cute and painful.

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