Hua Qingmo's words couldn't be heard as admiration or ridicule, and her voice did not have a trace of waves, as if she was calm and unfazed. On the elegant and innocent face, a faint smile slowly bloomed, and the beauty was like white petals wet with dew.

Closing the fold, Hua Qingmo waved her hand to signal the people in the room to step back. The moment the door closed, she looked at Bai Zixiao, and there seemed to be a flash of stars shining in her dark eyes, "Zixiao, are you going to Linyue?" ”

"If you don't go, how can you have this last scene with the royal brother of the Lord of the Governor?" Bai Zixiao opened her mouth with deep meaning, and the smile on the corner of her lips was as beautiful as the sunshine with a rainbow halo in spring. It's just that his smile will never have temperature, and there is only extreme bewitching and gorgeous under the shroud of ice and snow.

Hearing Bai Zixiao's words, Hua Qingmo's eyes deepened a little, and the smile on the corner of her lips stiffened and froze for a moment. Soon, however, she was back to her original state, as if she had never noticed anything strange about her.

She knew very well that if Bai Zixiao went to Linyue, she would inevitably stay in the Hua Dynasty. Although the two of them are often separated, for some reason, she doesn't want to be separated from Bai Zixiao more and more.

Not because of the so-called glue-like paint that can't be separated, but because she's afraid. She always felt that fate would give herself and Bai Zixiao a weight that she and Bai Zixiao could not bear at a certain moment.

"What? Don't want the Overlord to leave? Bai Zixiao stared at Hua Qingmo, and her voice was indifferent like the oncoming north wind in the heavy snow, which was so cold that people wanted to escape.

"Ever since Mo'er married you, it's been a separation. Mo'er wants to get used to it, but Mo'er still has the naivety of an ordinary woman in her heart, so sometimes she will always have extravagant hopes, and she will always be like an ordinary woman, wanting to face her husband day and night, holding hands and watching the mountains and rivers grow together. However, this ordinary woman's thoughts, Mo'er will try her best to ignore, Mo'er knows when to do what kind of things, and also knows what is most important now. Hua Qingmo smiled gently, and her smile was like a warm day quietly blooming in a harsh winter day.

She reached out and took a crimson embroidered purple peony pillow from behind and held it in her arms. The bright red of fire blooms with bewitching brilliance on the side of Hua Qingmo's snow-white fingers, as if the ultimate intersection of ice and fire, dazzling to the eye, and so poignant that people will never forget. The snow and the flames collided, revealing that her skin was as white as snow, crystal clear, with alluring magic, which made people want to reach out and caress it.

Her face drooped slightly, and the hair that slipped down her sideburns fluttered gently, reflecting the light blue crystal tassels hanging down from her bun, elegant and peaceful between the thin and light, like white clouds setting off the blue sky, green water winding the green mountains, quiet and leisurely, soft and cool.

Hua Qingmo knows very well that sometimes people need to suppress their true thoughts for the sake of purpose. So, she won't say a little ignorant thing.

No, absolutely not.

"Mother, smile, smile." Mo Mo's voice broke Hua Qingmo's deep thought, she turned her eyes to look at Mo Mo who was standing on the side, pulling her sleeve robe, and her eyes instantly softened.

She stretched out her hand and touched Mo Mo's soft silky hair, her eyes were very doting.

At this time, a pair of cool hands were attached to her head, gentle and comforting. Then, Bai Zixiao gently stroked her hair, and her voice was cold but light, as if a kiss as fine as spring rain: "Yun Shu can see that you are forcing yourself, you don't need to pretend to be strong." ”

"It's not that I'm pretending to be strong, I just don't want to be a burden to you." Hua Qingmo raised her head and looked at Bai Zixiao with gentle eyes. The dark eyes seemed to ripple on the surface of the water, as if they were about to cry.

Looking at Hua Qingmo's appearance, the smile on the corner of Bai Zixiao's lips fell, and her gorgeous face was like falling snow, cold and lonely. His hand slipped from Hua Qingmo's hair and landed on her face, and then he knocked on Hua Qingmo's forehead lightly and heavily.

"It's not a burden." Bai Zixiao's voice stopped, and his gaze turned from Hua Qingmo's face to the door facing them, his eyes were dark and heavy, but there was an indescribable profundity: "It's not a burden, it's a choice." ”

"Huh? What do you mean? Hua Qingmo looked at Bai Zixiao in great confusion, and her words were full of incomprehension.

The white purple flute that catches the eye, the face is gorgeous and exquisite, like the red plum in the snow, like the rippling waves when the tide is flat on the sea, like the cold waning moon above the lonely mountain, inch by inch, every millimeter, all beautiful Huaxuan, beautiful to the extreme, beauty seems to be just illusory.

"You'll know later, treat it as a riddle now, and don't worry too much about it." Bai Zixiao's indifferent voice was the same as usual, and it seemed that there had never changed in the slightest.

Seeing this, Hua Qingmo didn't ask more. She sat next to Bai Zixiao, her hands unconsciously wrapped around his neck, her face pressed against his chest, and her voice was gentle: "When are you leaving?" How long will it take to get back? Is there anything that Mo'er needs to do in the Chinese Dynasty? Now that it's almost winter, remember to wear more clothes when you go out. Take good care of yourself when you are outside, don't take risks at will because you are bored, after all, Linyue is not the Hua Dynasty that you have worked hard to manage for many years, it is better to be careful in everything. And ......"

"Shut up." Bai Zixiao suddenly interrupted Hua Qingmo's words with a cold voice, and then, he leaned down slightly and kissed her forehead, slowly descending, until it landed on her lips.

The lips touch each other, as if a dew-stained cherry blossom and a bright red plum blossom meet, beautiful and fragrant, warm and quiet.

Mo Mo saw this scene on this side, and was very, very, very consciously blindfolded. Of course, there was also a gap between the fingers of the two small hands for her to peek into. Slowly walked in front of the little one, Mo Mo lay on the little head, and the milky voice was mixed with indescribable sweetness: "Small, I can't look at it." ”

In this regard, the little darkness in front of him said that he was helpless, and he was not interested in this.

In the slightly dark room, it was extremely quiet, the purple crystal bead curtains hanging on both sides swayed in the wind, and the silver bells at the bottom were ringing, and the sound was clear and quiet, like a valley of clear springs flowing and birds flowing. And in this piece of leisurely leisure, Hua Qingmo and Bai Zixiao kissed quietly, their bodies and hearts that were close to each other, all of them were snuggling up to each other.

I don't know how long it took, the white purple flute blossomed, her lips were attached to her ear, and she replied indifferently: "This governor doesn't want to waste time, so he will leave tomorrow, this time it may take a few days, and he can't return as much as possible." You don't need to be too tired to stay in the Hua Dynasty, and after you capture those eight passes, you will be disturbed, and you won't have a head-on conflict with the imperial court, and the rest can wait for the return of the governor. By the way, there's one more thing. ”

Bai Zixiao stopped suddenly, his gaze followed Hua Qingmo's smooth and jet-black long hair, and slowly, slowly fell onto his hand. Immediately, the corners of Bai Zixiao's lips seemed to bloom in an instant.

The seductiveness of death, the deadly evil, and the tragedy of determination.

"When the Eastern Sage attacked the Hua Dynasty, go and see Yun Qianmeng, this governor doesn't want you to regret it in the future."

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Night.

Hibiscus tent warm.

Hua Qingmo, who was fiercely loved by Bai Zixiao, slept very deeply at this time. The delicate and flawless facial features seem to be shrouded in the delicacy of flowers, and every inch and every strand seems to exude an alluring fragrance, overflowing, and bewitching.

Outside the purple curtain, the candle shadow danced like a breeze, kissing her face, her exposed shoulders, and her slender fingers sticking out of the silk quilt. The dimly lit room was gloomy, but her skin glowed with a delicate glow.

Bai Zixiao was lying on Hua Qingmo's side, and at this time, his whole body seemed to be blooming with poppies, revealing the evil of sin. He looked at Hua Qingmo, his eyes were black as if they were solid ink, without a trace of impurities.

After about two quarters of an hour, Bai Zixiao got up from the couch. He casually changed into a white brocade robe and a dark cloak, and walked out of the room.

The night is as cold as water, and the moonlight is cold.

Bai Zixiao stepped on the moon, and a strange shadow fell on the ground. And Chu Xiangbai and the others who followed him also had the same weird shadow around them.

Arriving at a smaller courtyard, Bai Zixiao walked to a room. At this time, Chu Xiangbai stepped forward and knocked on the door, and his voice was cold: "Feng Gongzi, the overseer is here." ”

"Nine thousand years old, please come in, you are seriously injured, and you can't welcome nine thousand years old in person, it's really rude." The sound of the wind sparse came from the room.

Immediately, Chu Xiangbai pushed open the door, and the candle flame in the room instantly came out and fell on Bai Zixiao's face, gorgeous and open.

Walking into the room, Bai Zixiao went to the edge of the couch, looking at the handsome man leaning on the black soft silk pillow, and the smile on the corner of his lips was indescribably enchanting. He sat down on a chair with carved gold roses of sandalwood and rosewood on the side, and his reclining posture looked languid and evil.

"The eldest prince has been accompanied by beauties these days, and he is really at ease, happy like a fairy." Bai Zixiao opened her mouth with deep meaning, and the smile on the corner of her lips reflected the dim candle flame, becoming more and more gorgeous like a demon.

Regarding Bai Zixiao's words, Feng Shuyong just smiled bitterly, and his voice was full of helplessness: "Don't ridicule Shuyi at the age of nine thousand, the cat only lets me touch my hand at most now, if she touches other places, she will leave immediately, and it is rare in the world to be a public person." ”

"Ben Du is mainly a cat, so I guess I have chopped off your hand a long time ago. She's kind too, and you're still on all fours. Bai Zixiao said coldly, with a slight hint of ridicule in his words.

"Listening to the words of nine thousand years old, I have to be glad that cats are not nine thousand years old." Feng Shu opened his mouth half-jokingly and half-seriously, although his face looked a lot thinner, but he was still handsome and sparse. Immediately, his expression became serious, and his eyes seemed to be a piece of jade that was secretly lingering with luster, cold and wise: "No matter what, I have to thank Jiuqiansui for Shuyong, if it weren't for Jiuqian's teaching Shuyong to save Princess Xiao with his own life, I am afraid that Shuyong will not be able to enter the cat's body now." ”

"Just take what you need, the eldest prince doesn't have to mind."