"It's okay, it's okay, it's all settled."

"How's the stranding going?"

"Stranded back, she's going to fetch the iris dust and heal you." Although Chu Qingge didn't want to say this, he didn't deny the fact that Iris Dust saved the gold ingot.

Hearing Chu Qingge say this, Jin Yuanbao asked Chu Qingge with some concern.

"You two didn't fight, did you?" Jin Yuan asked Chu Qingge in front of him with some worry, how does this feel like the new hatred and old hatred have been encountered, these two people should not be soft when they face each other, right?

"Worried about him, or worried about me?" Chu Qingge's body was slightly stiff, and he asked a little unnaturally.

"All worried! I'm worried about you because you're my man, and I definitely don't want anything to happen to you. I'm worried about the iris dust because the iris dust has something to do with me. Although, I still haven't figured out what kind of relationship we have. I don't think I'm going to be played like a monkey like that. ”

"Don't think about it, rest first." Chu Qingge let the gold ingots lean into his arms and said softly.

"Is Iris Dust in the palace now?"

"I'll tell you when he comes."

The gold ingots nodded, and then remembered something.

"Qin Baishu ......"

"Live in the house, and when you get better, there will be some arrangements."

"How long did I sleep?"

"Five days."

The gold ingots were obediently served by Chu Qingge and lay down and closed his eyes. I slept for five days, which was long enough.

Chu Qingge didn't dare to tell Jin Yuanbao what the child didn't have. He was afraid that when the time came, she would not be able to die of this stimulus, and something would happen. If there is a gold ingot in her mind, she needs to know her relationship with the iris. This thing is like a fishbone stuck in my throat, I can't go up or down.

What kind of relationship do they have? What exactly does Iris want to do?

Looking at the sleeping face, Chu Qingge felt a little reluctant. Ingot don't betray me.

It seems that there is a hint of familiarity in the picture in front of him, and it seems that someone is calling his name.

"Ingot ...... Ingot ...... Ingot ......"

One after another, he was calling all this, and there was a trace of sweetness and pain in his heart.

Who the hell is it? Who is calling out to themselves?

In the verdant field, the pink and white figures were frolicking.

'Yuanbao, you Lao Tzu said, you can only be my little lover for the rest of my life. The little white figure looked at the pink figure in front of him and said with a serious face.

'Whoever says I'm your little lover, you're my little lover.' The little pink figure said domineeringly.

'Being a little lover is not about work, there are many things to play with. The one who is not a little lover should raise a little lover. The little white figure told the little pink figure with a serious face, which is the benefit of being a little lover.

'It's okay, I'll rob the tomb to make money to support you. The little pink figure said very boldly.

'I am a man, and you are a woman. ’

'You are as beautiful as I am, both are more feminine than me, of course you are a woman, and I am a man. The little pink figure was a little unhappy.

'Yuanbao, but I want to raise you. The little white figure said with some grievances and anticipation.

'If you want to be annoyed, I won't play with you.' The little pink figure said with some displeasure.

After the little pink figure finished speaking, he got up and ran away, leaving the little white figure and standing there alone with some grievances. Alone, alone. Then, the little white figure hurriedly ran forward and hugged the little pink figure from behind.

'Don't, don't leave me. The eyes of the little white figure were full of fear and worry.

The little pink figure was slightly stunned, and then reflexively kicked at the little white figure, directly at the crotch of the little white figure.

'Iris, I'm going to go to the hut, or I'm going to pee my pants.' ’

The little white figure was stunned for a moment, then jumped up and roared, "Gold ingot, you are a woman. ’

The figure under the candle flame twitched the corners of his mouth faintly, and withdrew his eyes.

How many years have passed since such a picture? Yuanbao, do you still remember all this?

In the air, there was a slight distorted feeling, and Iris asked indifferently and coldly, "Is there something?" ”

Ling Yuan's figure appeared in front of Iris Chen, "Master, Miss is awake." ”

As soon as Ling Yuan's words came out, the figure of the iris dust disappeared in front of Ling Yuan.

Ling Yuan was helpless, so he could only follow his master quickly. The only person in the world who can make the master do things unprincipledly is this gold ingot.

When the iris dust appeared, it happened to be opposite Chu Qingge sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the sleeping gold ingots on the bed.

Feeling a distorted sensation in the air, Chu Qingge knew that the iris dust was coming. Chu Qingge didn't look back, didn't get up, continued to look at the figure on the bed, and faced all this silently.

Iris stood behind Chu Qingge, and after his gaze stayed on the body of the gold ingot, he took it back.

"I don't know what happened when the master of Qimen Dunjia visited the boudoir of Princess Xian of my Xian Wangfu in the middle of the night?" Chu Qingge said coldly, stood up and faced the iris dust, and asked.

As soon as the iris dust was lost, Chu Qingge stretched out his hand to take it, and there was an extra porcelain bottle in his hand.

"This is medicine for Yuanbao, protect her well."

Chu Qingge's eyes darkened slightly, and he looked at the iris dust.

"What do you mean?"

"She's awake, so I'm not worried. You can rest assured, the ingots are no longer in danger of life. This medicine can make her body recover slowly, and it will only be better than before. ”

Chu Qingge looked at the porcelain vase, hesitated for a moment, and then asked.

"What is your relationship with Yuanbao?"

"Do you believe in ingots?"

"This king's woman naturally believes it, but this king doesn't believe you."

"Chu Qingge, if you weren't so suspicious back then, I would have died at your hands." Iris twitched the corners of her mouth coldly, "Yuanbao loves to rob tombs, let her go out for a walk to rob tombs if she has time." If you break her wings, it won't be long before she dies. ”

"You ......"

"Chu Qingge, our war won't be here. When the ingots remember everything, it is when our war really begins. When the time comes, you'll find out how much we have to settle our accounts. ”

Chu Qingge looked at the iris dust in front of him, and he seemed to be able to hear a lot of possibilities and answers from the iris dust's words. And these answers seem to give him results in the days to come.

"Yuanbao hasn't robbed a tomb for a long time, when she is well, choose a place for her to make a fuss and relax."

"What do you mean?" Chu Qingge said coldly, but an answer flashed in his heart.

Looking at the subtle change in the expression on Chu Qingge's face, Iris gently tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"I think the virtuous prince already has the answer in his heart."

Chu Qingge looked at the iris dust, and seemed to have some doubts about the truth of these words. However, with his own understanding of Qimen Dunjia, with the answer he got from Lifan's mouth. All this seems to be a little bit more possible.

"You're a demon god?" Chu Qingge couldn't believe this answer, it was just a legend.

"Ling Yuan, take good care of Miss, I'll go back first."

"Yes."

Iris glanced at the gold ingots on the bed, retracted his gaze, and tugged at the corners of his mouth lightly. In an instant, the whole person disappeared in front of Chu Qingge.

Chu Qingge frowned, the account between him and Iris Chen? That year, he almost killed Iris Dust, but the final result was that he couldn't kill Iris Dust.

The meaning of the iris dust is that the gold ingots can't remember everything at all. Only when the gold ingots remember to be together is the time when they really start settling accounts with each other.

Chu Qingge looked at the gold ingots on the bed with some complexity, he really couldn't find any memories of the gold ingots in his memory. What went wrong?

Iris's words were telling himself that in fact, those strange things were arranged by him. And the purpose is very simple, just because Yuan Bao likes to rob tombs and likes these supernatural things. Therefore, in order to win a smile from the beauty, he actually did this kind of thing that violated the normal order of the world, and made this series of things at the cost of human life.

Perhaps, in the eyes of Iris Dust, these lives are not worthy of the smile that the gold ingots have on him. And the only person who can manipulate all this is the legendary demon god.

Is it possible? This demon god has always been a legendary figure, how can such a person exist in this world. If it really existed, how could Li Fan not know. Or maybe the ghost gate really doesn't know.

Iris, who the hell are you? What kind of status does gold ingots have in your heart? It's worth it for her.

Ling Yuan chose to go out, anyway, there was no place for himself in this room for the time being. Breaking Wind arranged a guest room for himself, right next to the room where he slept stranded.

After the gold ingots woke up, Zhuge Liang was in the Xianwang Mansion for twelve hours a day. As long as Zhuge Nalan goes down to the court, the first one to come must be the Xianwang Mansion.

Every time he didn't see a stranded in King Xian's mansion, Zhuge Nalan always felt a little disappointed in his heart. He didn't know why he was disappointed, and he really wanted to see that cold figure.

After the gold ingots woke up, they ate and slept, slept and ate, and in half a month, they had almost recovered.

Standing in the courtyard, stretching his waist, the gold ingots are already alive.

Seeing Ling Yuan's figure, there was no stranded figure, and the gold ingots asked Ling Yuan.

"Stranded?"

"Ling Yuan doesn't know." For gold ingots, Ling Yuan didn't like it like stranding. She always thinks that the gold ingots are not worthy of her master.