As soon as these words came out, the people in Ningjun Wangfu were slightly stunned, and they all looked at Hua Qingmo in disbelief. After all, Bai Zixiao's behavior is perverse, and everyone knows it, how could such a person let his wife conceive someone else's child?

But seeing Hua Qingmo like this, and being so confident, it really makes people a little difficult to judge this matter.

"It seems that you are really right to marry Xiao Wangfu, and the nine thousand years old is really fond of you." In the midst of the calm, Chu Youran's voice came. She glanced at Hua Qingmo with extreme bland and disgust, and there was an indescribable coldness in her eyes.

For Chu Youran's words, Hua Qingmo just smiled slightly, and then her eyes fell on Chu Youran's wrist, seeing that she was still wearing the red chrysoprase hand, Hua Qingmo's gaze deepened slightly. She took a step forward, grabbed Chu Youran's wrist, and smiled slightly: "Nine thousand years old is very good to Mo'er, and the mother concubine can rest assured." ”

"The mother concubine was originally very relieved, what Mo'er did in Xiao Wang's Mansion has nothing to do with the mother concubine." Chu leisurely slowly took Hua Qingmo's hand away, and then walked directly to the blooming flowers.

Seeing Chu Youran like this, Hua Qingmo just smiled faintly, and then pulled Hua Yuqing away. Just now, she took the opportunity to help Chu Youran take the pulse, knowing that the poison had been deposited in Chu Youran's body, and it should not be many days before Chu Youran would be poisoned. In fact, she didn't use some kind of poison that killed people, but it made people crazy.

No matter what, Chu Youran is her mother, even if she doesn't care about her, she is the one who gave birth to her after all. Even though she wanted to kill herself again and again, she still had to remember the affection of October pregnancy and spare her life. But the others are different, needless to say, King Ningjun, Chu Shiyin will definitely not let go.

After staying in the courtyard of the princess of Laojun for about an hour, Hua Qingmo took Hua Yuqing back to Minyuan. As soon as he sat down in the room, a small servant walked in from outside the courtyard with a rectangular lilac brocade box

"The slave has seen Princess Xiao, Princess Xiao An!" The little guy saluted outside the room, his voice slightly immature.

Hua Qingmo glanced at the little guy and asked very casually, "Who asked you to come here?" ”

"Qi Princess Xiao, the slave is here to send a congratulatory gift to Princess Xiao on the order of the general." After the little guy finished speaking, he held the lilac brocade box in both hands.

Hearing this, Hua Qingmo looked at the brocade box, then looked at April, and said, "Take it!" ”

"Yes, ma'am." April stepped forward, took the brocade box from the little guy's hand, and put it in front of Hua Qingmo.

At this time, the little guy looked up at Hua Qingmo, and said very respectfully: "The general said that please Princess Xiao to see if it suits her first?" If you don't like it, the general will find something for Princess Xiao again. ”

"The second uncle is really careful and considerate." Hua Qingmo stretched out her hand to open the lilac brocade box, and at a glance saw a picture scroll inside, she reached out to take it, and when she just touched the picture scroll, the index finger of her right hand seemed to be stabbed by something, and there was a sharp pain. Suddenly, she moved her fingertips to look over, but she didn't notice anything wrong with her fingers. Then, she reached out and picked up the scroll and opened it to take a look.

Inside the painting is the spring scene of the back garden of Ningjun Wangfu, under the warm sun, a hundred flowers bloom, white butterflies pass through, everywhere is revealing a thriving state. Among the flowers stood a woman, wearing a light green bamboo and green blouse on her upper body, and a white silk skirt with ink on her lower body.

Hua Qingmo didn't expect that Hua Mubai would give her a picture scroll as a congratulatory gift, and while she was surprised, she couldn't help but admire Hua Mubai's excellent painters. After quietly looking at the painting for a while, Hua Qingmo looked at the little guy and said loudly: "You go back and tell the second uncle, just say that I like this painting very much." ”

"Since Princess Xiao said she liked it, then the slave will go back to his life." The little servant saluted Hua Qingmo, and then left the courtyard.

Hua Qingmo glanced at the back of the little guy, and then her eyes fell on the painting again. Although there is only one side face in the painting, it is very similar to the painting, even the hair with sideburns hanging slightly is just with the wind, revealing an indescribable casual leisure.

Soon, Hua Qingmo put away the painting and put it back in the brocade box, looked at Liujing, who came back not long ago, and asked loudly: "Liujing, where did the king of Ningjun and General Zhenguo go?" ”

"Mrs. Hui, they went to the Red Mansion and met Prince Yong in the private room."

"What did the two say?" Hua Qingmo has never had a good impression of Situ Ying, but now when she heard that King Ning Jun and Situ Ying met, she felt that there must be some conspiracy between these two people.

"General Zhenguo's martial arts are extremely high, and his subordinates are afraid of being discovered by him, so they didn't get too close and didn't hear anything." After Liu Jing finished speaking, he immediately knelt down and said respectfully: "My subordinates are incompetent, please punish Mrs." ”

"It's all right, it's not your fault." Hua Qingmo glanced at Liujing lightly, and then fell on the painting in the brocade box again, thinking about these things in her heart. Hua Mubai suddenly came back from Dingdu City, and saw Situ Ying in the Red Mansion again, no matter how she thought about it, she felt a little strange. There is also the strange fragrance on Hua Mubai's body, she always feels that something is wrong, but she doesn't know what is wrong.

In the evening, Hua Qingmo went out from the gate of the Ningjun Palace, and when she got into the carriage, her hand was attached to the carriage, and suddenly there was a sharp pain. Suddenly, Hua Qingmo looked at her hand carefully again, but didn't find anything wrong.

"Young master, are you okay?" The green fox closest to her saw that her expression was a little abnormal, and immediately asked.

Hearing Qinghu's voice, Hua Qingmo came back to her senses, smiled faintly, then shook her head and said, "I'm fine." ”

After the carriage left, two figures walked out of the vermilion gate of the Ningjun Palace, and under the setting sun, the shadows of the two people falling to the ground were stretched extremely long.

"Second brother, can you kill that gelding dog by the method you said? If he can't be killed, Mo'er will definitely die, and after that, Ningjun Wangfu is afraid that he will be targeted by Xiao Wangfu. King Ning looked at Hua Mubai standing beside him, with a slight trace of worry in his eyes. However, what he was worried about was not his daughter, but the Ningjun Mansion in his hands.

Hearing King Ningjun's words, Hua Mubai smiled faintly, although there was no fluctuation in those surprisingly beautiful eyes, but it seemed to overflow with a trace of killing intent, and even his voice became cold.

"Brother, don't worry, it's a secret technique that my brother has spent more than ten years studying, and those who are tricked can't be lifted except for killing and being killed."

Speaking of this, Hua Mubai's voice stopped, looked at King Ning Jun, and said: "But thanks to my brother's daughter, who is married to a nine-thousand-year-old, otherwise, even if others are hit by this secret technique, I am afraid that they will not be able to enter the nine-thousand-year-old body, and now the killing of the person next to the pillow is afraid that the nine-thousand-year-old will not be able to expect it." ”

"I hope so!" King Ning Jun sighed, with a hint of extravagant hope in his eyes. He really hoped that Hua Qingmo could kill Bai Zixiao and end the biggest obstacle. As long as there is no white purple flute in this world, what they do will inevitably be much smoother.

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Xiao Wangfu.

As soon as Hua Qingmo returned to the room, she saw Bai Zixiao lying on her side on the chaise longue, her posture lazy and casual. The afterglow of the setting sun came in through the window and fell on him, becoming more and more bewitching. And there was a white tiger lying on the side of the chaise longue, and at this time, Bai Zixiao's hand was caressing the white tiger's head, and the white tiger looked like he was enjoying it.

Hearing the voice, Bai Zixiao raised her eyes to look at Hua Qingmo. For a moment, she felt as if the whole night sky was presented in front of her, so deep and vast, so deep and deep.

Walking to the side of the chaise longue, Hua Qingmo sat down, looked at Bai Zixiao, and smiled: "Is it okay to rest in the mansion?" Won't it be boring? ”

"It's not boring to have the Sixteen Riders of Youyun with you, but the Lord of this Governor is too heavy, and he has spent a lot of medical expenses on this day." Bai Zixiao looked at Hua Qingmo, and the corners of her lips released a hint of a demonic smile. He reached out and stroked the messy green silk on Hua Qingmo's sideburns, then moved his hand to the back of her neck, and suddenly pressed her towards him.

Suddenly, the faces of the two were close at hand, and they seemed to be breathing each other's breath. After a while, Bai Zixiao let go of Hua Qingmo and said coldly: "Let's play chess!" ”

"Hmm!"

The two got up from the chaise longue and sat down on either side of the arhat's bed. Bai Zixiao was still sitting on the red side, making the first chess piece, and Hua Qingmo followed closely behind.

It was about yesterday that she thought too much, and she probably understood Bai Zixiao's way of playing chess now. When I played chess today, I was more thoughtful and thoughtful than yesterday, and it was much smoother. Although he only won one game, he was not besieged by the group like yesterday, and he also ate a lot of Bai Zixiao's seeds in the four games he lost.

Such a scene made Hua Qingmo a little satisfied, she rearranged the chess pieces on the chessboard as usual, and after placing them, she called out loudly: "Hua Xu, help me bring the folds." ”

Not long after the words fell, Hua Xu took the folds that Hua Qingmo had seen on the carriage and put them in front of Hua Qingmo. At this time, Hua Qingmo picked up the fold, then handed it to Bai Zixiao, and said loudly: "Mo'er has read it all, and she has written down her own solutions, how about you take a look?" ”

"Alright, Lord Ben will see." Bai Zixiao took the fold in Hua Qingmo's hand, then looked at the paper she put in the fold, and glanced at what Hua Qingmo had written. Bai Zixiao looked at her and said coldly: "Come here, this overlord will tell you in detail, what is the most appropriate solution?" There are also the shortcomings of the method you are thinking. ”

"I want to hear about it." Hua Qingmo sat next to Bai Zixiao and snuggled up to him.

Regarding Hua Qingmo's action, Bai Zixiao didn't say anything. It's just for what Yu Hua Qingmo wrote, and began to tell her in detail. Bai Zixiao's voice was as cold as the north wind in winter, ruthless and cold, but what she said surprised Hua Qingmo. She spent a lot of time thinking about the dozen or so urgent performances, but the methods she used were so shallow. And what Bai Zixiao said, not only hit the nail on the head, but also handled it properly, and even eliminated the worries.

When it came to the last recital, Hua Qingmo was probably a little sleepy because she was pregnant, so she closed her eyes directly against Bai Zixiao.

"Why do you seem to be getting lazier?" Bai Zixiao didn't speak again when she saw that Hua Qingmo was asleep, her eyes stared at Hua Qingmo's face, and a gorgeous and enchanting smile appeared on the corner of her lips. He reached out to pick up Hua Qingmo, walked to the pavilion, and put her on the couch with a slightly gentle movement.

Then, Bai Zixiao picked up the silk quilt on the couch and prepared to cover Hua Qingmo, but suddenly found that she had opened her eyes and looked at herself with great concentration.

"What's wrong?" Bai Zixiao saw that Hua Qingmo was a little different from usual, and asked coldly.

At this time, Hua Qingmo slowly raised her right hand, her hand trembled a little weirdly, and her expression changed in an instant, and a trace of indescribable horror appeared on Qingli's face. Then, she looked at Bai Zixiao and said a little anxiously: "Zixiao, go quickly, my hand doesn't obey, it wants to do something to you." ”