Dan Feng flapped his dazzling red gold wings and slowly landed outside the Chunxi Hall of the Vermilion Bird Palace.

From a distance, it saw Mu Chen coming from the steps of the jade hall, and let out a pleasant chirp from his neck.

An Huaiyu stepped on broken steps, followed out of the hall, and called: "Your Highness." ”

She wore a long vermilion dress and luxurious accessories, which complemented her status as a new side concubine.

Her face was slightly red, with a bit of the shyness unique to a newly married woman, she took the red jade fire lotus waist pendant that symbolized the royal identity from the maid's hand, and said softly: "Your Highness forgot the jade pendant." ”

Mu Chen turned around and glanced at the waist in An Huaiyu's hand, "Hmm." It's hard work. ”

An Huaiyu hesitated for a moment, lowered his eyes, stepped forward and tied the jade pendant to Mu Chen's waist, his face became more and more red.

Mu Chen smiled, raised his hand and brushed An Huaiyu's red cheeks, "Go back." It's windy outside. ”

With that, he spun around and continued walking towards his mount.

An Huaiyu raised her head, and Yingying's eyes were full of reluctance.

The newlywed Yan'er, but the world was immediately separated, no matter who it is, I'm afraid it's unbearable, right?

Not to mention......

She looked up at the figure that slowly rose into the air, and saw that it was bathed in the morning sun, like a white cloud coming out of Xiu and riding the wind.

What's more, it's such a man......

Mu Chen drove Tongtong to the south quickly, his face solemn and condensed.

Wei Yuan followed with his mount and quickly reported: "The emperor was brought out of Zhuoyuan by the prince of Baili. It is now hidden in a nearby cave. ”

He glanced at Mu Chen's expression, and then added thoughtfully: "My subordinates didn't expect that the prince of Baili would be able to break into Zhuoyuan alone......"

Mu Chen's face was silent, but the speed of Danfeng under him gradually increased.

In the sky above Zhong Qiguo, there was a layer of gray-white fog barrier, which was an enchantment laid by the aura of the master to attract the abyss.

Mu Chen took Wei Yuan and several masters under his command through the fog barrier and soon arrived at Zhuoyuan, where the red rock towered.

One of the subordinates who came to answer led everyone to the cave where Qing Ling was hiding, "Your Highness, the emperor is inside." ”

The green spirit in the cave was in a trance at this time, and was once again invaded by thick fatigue.

She couldn't help but tilt her head and hit her forehead against the stone wall a few times, trying to sober herself up.

Luo Yao hurriedly grabbed her, imprisoned her in his arms, raised his hand and rubbed her forehead, his tone couldn't hide his anxiety, "Don't be stupid!" ”

Qing Ling complained in a daze: "It's not yet, it's all your fault." Let me tell you a few stories...... Refresh your mind, it's all a good match...... Didn't have a ......."

Luo Yao said: "Yes, it's useless for me, you just have to count it, but don't fall asleep." ”

Going around and around, evading, struggling, and countless times mixed with cynicism and confrontation. After many years, for the first time, the two have the intimacy they used to get along with in Chongwu.

In fact, taking a step back is not necessarily admitting defeat......

Luo Yao hugged Qing Ling tightly, and his warm, slightly moist breath blew into her hairline.

In the darkness, subtle sensations are infinitely magnified.

Qing Ling suddenly felt a little flustered, and the person was also a little awakened.

She had long been accustomed to his hot and cold yin and yang weirdness, and now the warmth of this sudden return made her feel at a loss for a while.

She writhed in embarrassment, but was subconsciously confined tighter by Luo Yao.

An inexplicable throbbing crept in the air, slowly penetrating her lungs, striking a pounding heartbeat, making her almost forget the pain caused by the flames.

Somehow, I remembered the day I was walking in the rain.

His eyebrows are like ink feathers, his lips are red, and there is a touch of natural enchantment in the outline of his facial features, which looks particularly bewitching in the background of rain and fog......

Qing Ling's breathing stagnated slightly, and he suddenly coughed violently.

Luo Yao stroked her back, helped her to calm her breath, and didn't forget to quip: "Give you the opportunity to count me down, so excited?" ”

Qing Ling coughed even more violently, and waved his hand, wanting to open Luo Yao's touch.

At this time, Luo Yao's movements suddenly stopped, and he looked in the direction of the cave entrance vigilantly.

The rattan used to cover it quickly faded in the sudden flames, revealing a long figure that stepped into the cave.

"Qingling!"

Qing Ling was still coughing and panting, but he struggled to hold on to the stone wall to stand up, and his eyes that narrowed slightly because of the bright light flashed with disbelief, "Mu ...... Cough...... Chen, how do you ...... Ahem, ahem......"

Mu Chen stepped forward and hugged Qing Ling, while reaching out to probe her internal breath, while stopping her from continuing to speak, his tone was resolute but full of gentle doting: "Don't speak." ”

Luo Yao slowly stood up and stared at the two of them silently for a moment, "She was hit by the flame of the demon race. ”

Mu Chen ignored him, picked up Qing Ling, turned around and walked out of the cave.

Luo Yao followed, glanced around, but did not see the Nian Ying brothers and sisters who went to report the news.

He wanted to ask Mu Chen about it, but Wei Yuan stepped forward to stop him, "Shizi, please stay." ”

Doubts flashed in Luo Yao's eyes, "What does this mean?" ”

Qing Ling also stopped coughing at this time, and tried to look up behind him when he heard the sound.

"Little Seven ......"

She looked up and said to Mu Chen, "Xiao Qi, he ...... Saved me. ”

Mu Chen looked down at the Qing Ling in his arms, and saw that her face was pale, her lips were completely colorless, and she spoke with a faint inhalation of patience and pain, and she couldn't help but tighten her heart.

Without saying a word, he hugged her and jumped onto Danfeng, lowered his head and said softly: "Let's go to Fuyu Mountain to find my master Ling Huan Shangjun, he has a way to force out the flame spirit for you." ”

Qing Ling turned his head to look at Luo Yao, who was stopped by Wei Yuan.

At a short distance, the eyes of the two met with each other, and their expressions were complicated and difficult to distinguish.

Qing Ling realized something, pulled Mu Chen's sleeve, and was slightly short, "But Xiaoqi, he...... Are you going to leave him here alone? He doesn't have a mount, in case the beggars come to him......"

Before she finished speaking, the Danfeng under her had already spread its huge wings and soared into the air.

Qing Ling looked down at the rapidly shrinking figure on the ground, and couldn't help but get anxious, "Mu Chen, you ......" coughed again, "Cough, cough ......"

Mu Chen's face was cold, and his palm caressed Qing Ling's back, "You can't let him go like this?" Since he has the ability to send you into Zhuoyuan, he naturally has a way to retreat from Zhong Qiguo, what is there to worry about? ”

Qing Ling was stunned for a moment, "What did you say?" Take me ...... Sent to Blanch? Little Seven? ”

Mu Chen said coldly: "You are well guarded by your side, if there are no people who are in touch with foreign enemies, how can you let your aunt easily succeed?" ”

"But ......"

Qing Ling thought about what had happened in the past few days, and there were endless questions in his mind, but he couldn't believe that the person who colluded with Emperor Gu Yuechang would be Luo Yao!

Mu Chen said again: "I don't know what he said to you. But it's been five days since the incident, and no one knows anything about your whereabouts. Once you are gone, the Qingyun Sword will also follow, and Lieyang will invade Chaoyan again, and it is self-evident who is the biggest beneficiary. ”

"Yes...... He asked Nianhong to inform the master......"

Qing Ling felt more and more confused, and continued: "If it weren't for Nian Ying or Nian Hong telling me my whereabouts...... How did you know I was here? ”

Danfeng gradually moved away from Zhuo Yuan, and the pain that the flame spirit was entangled in her body also increased little by little.

In a trance, she heard Mu Chen say, "Among the guards who escorted you to Luancheng, one of them escaped by chance. I got the news, so I came from Soaring City. If not......"

He paused, his lips pursed.

The magic of the Flame is still increasing.

Qing Ling's consciousness slowly withdrew, and he wanted to say something more, but he didn't have the strength to make a sound.

Mu Chen felt that the body of the person in his arms was weak and almost collapsed, so he quickly formed a defense with his divine power and violently injected it into Qing Ling's body.

Qing Ling was in a trance, and his body completely softened between Mu Chen's arms.

～～

By the time consciousness was restored, I don't know how much time had passed.

The green spirit opened its eyes faintly, and found itself in a pool of clear water, floating leisurely on a layer of purple-red petals.

She tried to sit up, but she was still very weak.

"Awake?" A question came from overhead.

A person with red hair and red beard sat cross-legged on the back of the crane, looking at Qingling condescendingly from the air.

Qing Ling blinked, wanting to answer, but saw the man drive the crane, slowly descend to a height almost parallel to the water, and stretched out his finger to point at her eyebrows with divine power.

"Hmm." After a moment, he withdrew his finger and said with satisfaction, "The flame in your body has been removed. ”

Qing Ling remembered what Mu Chen said before he fainted, and guessed, "Are you ...... Ling Huan Shangjun? ”

In the past, when I was in Chongwu, I had heard my master mention Ling Huan Shangjun of Fuyu Mountain, saying that he was a descendant of the ancient god of war Bi Biao, and he was very good at formation and Qimen techniques.

Ling Huan Shangjun was not as indifferent as Mo Qian, except for the red hair beard that looked a little strange, his expression was always very easy-going.

He nodded, pointed to a spot on the shore and said, "There's some clothing there." When you feel that your strength is almost restored, you replace it yourself. ”

After speaking, he harnessed the crane and left in a hurry.

Qing Ling lay in the water for more than an hour, staring at the blue sky in a daze, thinking about it for a lot, a long time.

In the cave, they are dependent on each other, complaining to each other, and relying on and attachment when they are vulnerable and helpless......

The twists and turns of these years, intimacy, trust, suspicion, and vigilance.

At this moment, who else can she believe?

Qing Ling slowly regained some strength, swam to the shore according to Ling Huan's words earlier, took off his wet clothes, and changed into a clean dress.

She looked back at the pool behind her, and saw a faint dull golden sheen in it, and the purple-red petals that had previously surrounded her body were scattered and melted into the pool.

Qing Ling took a breath, only to feel that his body was still a little weak, but the pain that the flame spirit was entangled and squeezed finally disappeared.

She followed the direction that Ling Huan Shangjun had left, walked through a maple forest, and walked to a courtyard.

There was a little boy standing at the gate of the courtyard, as if he had been waiting for her here, and he stepped forward and saluted, "Emperor, please come with me." ”

Qing Ling followed the child, from this courtyard to another courtyard, its porch and eaves are exactly the same as the courtyard just now, if it is not for the slight difference between the flowers and trees in the garden, I am afraid that the people in it will only return to the same place.

She opened her mouth to ask the child a few words, and realized that she had been lying in the rouge pool of Fuyu Mountain for several days.

Counting, today is my 330th birthday.

I remember that before Mu Chen returned to Lingxiao City to complete the marriage, he asked her what kind of gift she wanted.

She thought about it seriously, too.

Now he is favored by the emperor, controls the treasury of Chaoyan, and rides incense wheels and rare treasures, which one is not at his fingertips?

However, I feel that I am inferior to ordinary women, I have nothing, and I can never get what I really want.

It's lonely, it's missing.

She shook her head at Mu Chen, "There's nothing you want." If you have time to get back to the barracks, you can have a meal with me. ”

……

Qing Ling followed the child into the courtyard.

The green bamboo in it is rampant, the shadow of the tree is deep and gloomy, and a familiar white figure of the moon stands in front of the bamboo.

He raised his eyes and saw Qing Ling, and hurriedly greeted him, even though he was in a hurry to act, but it was still difficult to hide his innate elegance and dignity.

Qing Ling sniffed and looked up at him, some soft emotions in her brain, which made her choke for a while.

Mu Chen's eyebrows were complicated, he stretched out his arms and took Qing Ling into his arms, and sighed faintly.

"It's okay, you're okay."