The scholar led Qingge into the courtyard, through several corridors, and walked to a remote room. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The scholar stood in front of the door and knocked lightly, "Childe, someone is coming." ”

There was no response.

The scholar said, "It's Miss Four Kings Night." ”

Suddenly, a gust of wind struck, opening the two doors.

Qingge seems to see the streamer of a room, the window is bright and clean, the fragrance is overflowing, the man is wearing a scarlet brocade robe, the sleeves are "koujiao" weaving blood-colored lotus, and the placket is tattooed with gold edges.

He paints with a wolf pen in his hand, and paints a beautiful woman with a rich face, eyebrows, shoulders and waist.

It is a portrait of a light song.

He dropped the last stroke, looked back at Qingge, hooked his lips and smiled, evil and uninhibited, unruly, reckless, "Lady, long time no see." ”

Qingge pursed her lips, looked at the ink evil, and was silent for a long time, she stared at the ink evil's expression, not letting go of the slightest bit, but the ink evil in front of her did not have any abnormality, her face was red, and although her body was lean, it didn't affect anything.

Qingge should feel glad that he didn't fall into the flower poison, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Qingge walked over and said, "The matter of falling flowers and poison, but is it true?" She asked directly.

"Falling flower poison? What's up? ”

Mo Xie looked at her blankly, "The Falling Flower Poison is the Qimen Poison of the Falling Flower City, who do you want to use the Falling Flower Poison against, I can go and help you get some, by the way, why did you suddenly come to the Falling Flower City, I heard that the battle at Xuanyue Pass is over, and the Northern Moon Dynasty has won a complete victory, and I still want to wait until I finish dealing with the matter at hand and go to see you, I didn't expect you to come, could it be that I want to panic?" ”

Qingge bit her lower lip, her eyes were cold, she put her white and tender little hand on Mo Xie's shoulder, and said, "Mo Xie, don't lie to me, I have a way to detoxify, if you fall into the flower poison, you must tell me." ”

"Are you kidding? How could I have fallen into the flower poison. Mo Xie stretched out his hand and pinched Qingge's face, "Don't curse me. ”

Qingge stared at Mo Xie, wondering, could it be that Mo Qiong deceived her, how much did she think about it?

"I'm sorry, I didn't go to the Far North that time, and I didn't go to your engagement with Ji Yue." Mo Xie sighed and said.

"It's okay, you're all right." Said lightly.

Mo Xie looked at her, put his hand on Qingge's head and rubbed it, compared it again, and said, "Have you grown taller?" Why are you getting thinner? ”

"I guess so." Said lightly.

Ink evil does not speak.

I haven't seen her for more than a year, and she seems to have completely faded away from her youth and immaturity, becoming mature and beautiful, graceful and dignified, and there is still an impulse and boiling blood in her bones.

Qingge still looked at Mo Xie suspiciously, and after a long time, he slowly relaxed.

Perhaps, she really thought too much.

If so, of course better.

Her heart has also returned to its original place.

Qingge picked up the air-dried painting on the table, looked at it, the corners of his mouth rose, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to have a little talent in this area, yes, you painted half of my beauty." ”

Ink Evil: "......"

Mo Xie hooked the corners of his lips and looked at her dotingly.

If it weren't for her own people, she wouldn't have said teasing words.

"No matter how good a painter is, he can't paint your charm." Ink Evil Dao.

Qingge laughed, "I'll be proud if you say that." ”

"You have the right to be proud."

Mo Xie walked to the left and opened a huge cabinet on the wall, inside which was full of internal organs and a jar of fine wine.

Even if the mouth has been tightly sealed, you can smell the mellow fragrance.

Moxie loves to collect antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and can also be called a master in winemaking.

At the beginning, Qingge had not faded his identity as a waste, and when the ink evil had not yet come to Luohua City, Qingge only drank the wine brewed by the ink evil.

"Eight years to go." Qingge said.

"Eight years?" Mo Xie's eyes flashed.

"Remember, you used to say that you buried the wine under the plane tree, and after ten years, let me get it." Said lightly.

Mo Xie smiled heartily, it turned out that she hadn't forgotten, she still remembered, and even took it to heart.

Yes, this is their ten-year covenant, the beginning of the bond.

"In just two years, you have become the four kings, which is really surprising, and you really deserve to be my wife."

Mo Xie raised his eyebrows and said, "I heard my father-in-law say that you have broken through the Second Sword Spirit Master, and you are indeed a genius." ”

"Don't laugh at me." Qingge pursed her lips.

By the side of Mo Xie, she can always unload her tiredness and be at ease.

"Okay, drink, drink." Mo Xie took out more than a dozen jars of wine, all of which were taken out and placed on the table.

Closing the cabinet door, Mo Xie looked back at Qingge and said, "You don't know, looking at Luohua City, there are few people who drink happily, and they still drink happily with you." ”

"Come, don't get drunk, don't go home."

"Okay, I couldn't fight you two years ago, and today, two years later, you definitely can't drink me."

The corners of Mo Xie's mouth rose, and with a smile, he opened the seal, raised his head and opened his mouth to drink the cow drink, which can be described as dripping and happy.

The light song is in a trance, and there is a moment of distraction.

Mo Xie is still the evil son, just like back then, he is like a turbid son who came out of a landscape painting, as if he doesn't care about anything, and heaven and earth often accompany him.

Singing lightly, he smiled, opened the seal, picked up the wine jar, raised his head and drank, and was proud.

Both of them drank very quickly, and when the wine on the table was finished, Mo Xie took out a new one.

The wine made by the ink evil is very strong and bitter.

I heard that the best winemakers can put love in wine.

Qingge thought, she was used to drinking the wine brewed by the ink evil, and other drinks could no longer enter her eyes.

Qingge closed his eyes, opened his mouth, raised his head, the curve of his neck was soft, the fragrance of wine was overflowing, and a bunch of wine jars were poured on the ground.

At the end of the drink, Qingge simply sat on the ground.

She lay down, looked at the zenith, and laughed uncontrollably.

"Mo Xie, why did you say you came to Luohua City, wouldn't it be good to be your handsome son in the Mo family, why?" The light song was drunk for three points, and his eyes were slightly red.

Perhaps, only the wine brewed by the ink evil can get her drunk.

Mo Xie Yancai knows very well that if Qingge is sober, he will always find that he is the slightest bit wrong.

Mo Xie sat against the foot of the table, the placket was slightly open, and hideous marks were exposed on his skin.

He looked at Qingge, moved, stretched out his skeletal and slender jade-like hand, and put it on Qingge's mask.

He's going to lift the mask.

Qingge closed his eyes and took a nap, sleeping hazy.

Qingge stretched out her hand suddenly, grabbed Mo Xie's wrist, and the force deepened, as if she wanted to break his hand, she opened a pair of cold eyes, and saw that it was Mo Xie, and the vigilance under her eyes dissipated.

She let go of her hand and fell asleep. banfu-(.*) First Mad Concubine: Miss Waste Wood Three

Mo Xie smiled bitterly.

Even drunk are so vigilant, this is really like the style of night light songs.

But he was so distressed.

The sword mountain and the sea of fire, the road ahead is dangerous, what kind of life is she living.

In the end, Mo Xie still took off the mask on Qingge's face.

Mo Xie's eyes tightened violently.

He saw a pitch-black and demonic flower, growing on Qingge's face.