It's not as strong as Xiaoyu's strength, thinking of this, the picture of memories appeared in his eyes, the corners of his mouth gradually hooked up a heartfelt smile, evil eyes, for the first time, gentle as water, watching the fragments of memories flash in front of him, like looking through autumn water, suddenly, the gentle smile changed.

With a hint of playfulness and helplessness, he shook his head slowly, he didn't know when this woman broke into his heart, and he didn't know when, she took root, like a seed of love, from germination to growth, he didn't know, but relied on his blood and life as nourishment.

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Dongchang Guoyu Garden "I heard Chang Yue say, uncle's surname is Bian? ”

Min Qing blew a sip of the tea in front of him, his face was fair, his eyes were cold, and he was calm, and he couldn't find any emotional waves on his face.

"You are now the lord of a country, and the title of uncle can be dispensed with."

King Bian Cheng sat at the tea table and glanced at the orchids blooming in the distance, the water of Furong Lake was sparkling, and the sunlight sprinkled on it flickered and flickered, like a broken diamond floating on the water.

"In private, I still call it uncle." Min Qing was stubborn, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at King Bian Cheng.

"Chang Yue is the person I am looking for, and I came to Dongchangguo to find her......

King Bian Cheng got up in a slow voice, turned his back to Min Qing, looked at the waves on the surface of Furong Lake, squinted his blue eyes slightly, and told Min Qing the whole past, until the sun set, Min Qing never interrupted King Bian Cheng's narration.

Although the white jade girl in the mouth of King Bian Cheng, a trace of the remnant soul entered the way of reincarnation, and more coincidentally, it entered Chang Yue's body, which was a little unbelievable, Min Qing thought about it, her sister was dying due to a serious illness six years ago, and she was in a coma for a month, and finally ended her life, but a day later, she was mysteriously resurrected.

Such unbelievable things are on par with the bizarre meaning of what King Bian Cheng said, so he believes it.

"At this moment, Chang Yue has already appeared dead, I'm afraid, if she doesn't inject Bai Yu's soul into her body, she will die soon."

King Bian Cheng's tone was calm from beginning to end, without any waves, until this last sentence, his heart suddenly ached, and his lips and teeth trembled slightly.

"According to my uncle's words, if the soul of the white girl is injected into Chang Yue's body, wouldn't Chang Yue be ......?"

Min Qing's eyes were shining with a trace of pain, he took great pains to ascend the throne, in order to bring his sister into the Beijing Palace as soon as possible, no one is qualified to say that she is a demon, and no one dares to hurt her in the slightest, but now, he suddenly felt that his efforts were in vain, and a trace of tiredness spanned a full five years and swept through his whole body.

"Think about it." King Bian Cheng looked back at his painful appearance: "I'm afraid Chang Yue already knows about this matter." ”

King Bian Cheng suddenly closed his eyes, feeling very tired, Chang Yue's melancholy eyes appeared in an instant, like a disoriented little white rabbit in the dark night, staring at lonely and fearful eyes with tears, looking for a way out, which was pitiful.

I don't know when, Min Qing left quietly, his steps seemed weak, either watching Chang Yue die, or watching the white girl devour Chang Yue's body.

The result is the same, he seems to have only one way to choose, that is, in a limited time, to take good care of this only sister, for a while, it feels like a huge palace, but there are only two brothers and sisters.

Within a few days of succession, the Manchu Dynasty was intrigued by the civil and military forces, the undercurrents were surging, and each had a ghost, and he finally understood the situation of the king's heart at the end of the world, and it seemed that he could not find a trustworthy and reliable person, even if he was by his side, there was such a person waiting for him to take off the dragon robe and talk together.

He has always fantasized about it, fantasizing that when the cumbersome state affairs push him to the top of the lonely cliff, in that high and cold realm, Chang Yue can call him brother, she is going to fly a kite, he will not hesitate to leave the government and take her wherever she wants to go, at least, there is someone to give him hope, give him the motivation to keep making progress and constantly remind himself to be a good gentleman.

King Bian Cheng stood by the lake for a long time, Jun Mo's steps were light, standing behind him, King Bian Cheng looked sideways slightly.

"Old ghost, show me what is painted on this scroll?" Jun Mo picked up the front swing and sat down, took out the painting scroll from his arms, the injury had not healed, he did not dare to waste his internal strength in vain.

King Bian Cheng turned around, grabbed the scroll in the air, and put the scroll into his arms, and ended all movements, Jun Mo looked at the empty desktop, his eyes were embarrassed.

"You can't get rid of this prohibition if you keep it, on top of this, the painting is the landscape of the underworld, and the portrait of the king and Bodhisattva of the earth, down to the hell of the underworld." King Bian Cheng seemed to mumble to himself, and simply painted a picture.

Jun Mo's eyebrows locked, the impression in his mind became more and more profound, he squinted his eyes, revealing a dangerous aura, he seemed to be able to see a man in a white shirt, sitting on the top of the Netherworld Mountain, his left hand gently lifted the sleeve of his right hand, a blank picture scroll fluttered on the desk in front of him, and the brush in his hand seemed to be swaying.

He concentrated, his thin lips pursed a light smile, giving people a kind of smile and flashiness, white clothes are better than snow without dust, and proud as a cold plum, sitting on the top of the netherworld, all the dust and glitz are trampled under his feet.

His body was coated with a soft halo, and for a moment, he was as holy as an immortal, even if he stepped into the mortal world, it was not as good as his paintings.

Jun Mo's eyebrows tightened tighter and tighter, and he could almost see the order of the person's drawings, as well as his facial features: "It's him again......"

Jun Mo let out a trace of puzzlement and gritted his teeth.

King Bian Cheng looked back silently and looked at Jun Mo: "What?" Know Pyrrole? ”

"Pyrrole?" Jun Mo's spirit has been in a tense state, and the Infernal Hell has seen him inexplicably, and the Golden Dragon King seems to have an inseparable relationship with him.

King Bian Cheng watched Jun Mo's pupils shrink, he couldn't believe it, he vaguely felt that if Jun Mo didn't have such a demonic face, he actually looked exactly like Pyrro, and a trace of mist hit his heart.

"What do you have to do with pyrrole?"

"Ben-kun wants to know what the is." Jun Mo got up, very excited, turned his back, and suddenly his voice became calm, with a helpless sigh: "Headache, headache......"

"Don't think about things that you can't figure out, what should come will always come, yes, that's it......" Jun Mo muttered to himself.

King Bian Cheng remained silent, took out the scroll, and made a sound of paper, as the scroll opened, King Bian Cheng frowned, and the whole scroll, leaving the portrait of the King of Jizo, the netherworld landscape, the infernal hell, disappeared.

Looking down further, most of the picture scroll is blank, a little white wolf curled up as if lying in the void, not up to the sky, not down to the ground, Bian Chengwang's blue eyes instantly have a stinging liquid, tossing and turning, the tender gaze became deep and surprised.

"There are a lot of three souls, seven spirits and one soul?"

King Bian Cheng suddenly turned around and glared at Jun Mo, grabbed it in the air, the water of Furong Lake suddenly exploded, and a strong yin wind hung over, Jun Mo only felt that his neck was tight, and he was thrown down by King Bian Cheng fiercely, and fell on the grass not far away: "What did you do to Chang Yue?" ”