Chu Xuanxiao looked at Hua Qingmo, and her voice was extremely cold. The blue-purple robe was blown by the cold winter wind, and under the gray sky, his cold face was as cold as the ice and snow that kept falling.

"What are you going to do with Momo?" Hua Qingmo pulled out the Snow Cold Sword and pointed at Chu Xuanxiao mercilessly. On her beautiful face, she was still as calm as deathly, but only Hua Qingmo herself knew how flustered her heart was at this time.

"Don't worry! Zi Xiao's daughter, we won't move, she'll be fine in our hands. Chu Xuanxiao's extremely handsome face showed a slight smile, but it was too far behind the man in Hua Qingmo's memory. In a year's time, the evil and wanton regent has become today's iron-blooded and ruthless Dongsheng Emperor.

Hua Qingmo looked at Chu Xuanxiao, silent and a little weird. After a moment, she put down the Snow Cold Sword, her eyes drooping slightly. Immediately, she looked at Chu Xuanxiao, her dark eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze that could never fade, heavy and dark.

"Chu Xuanxiao, you remember, if something happens to Mo Mo, I will definitely level your Dongsheng rivers and mountains and destroy your Chu Xuanxiao's thousands of miles of mountains and rivers." Hua Qingmo squeezed out these words word by word from between her teeth, her voice was as low as a knife, but with the perseverance and determination of a steel giant peak.

Hearing this, a smile spread on Chu Xuanxiao's cold face, like a blooming firework, so brilliant that it was dazzling: "Women are really such a strange thing, you and Meng'er are strangely fascinating." However, do you really think that you can fight against me Chu Xuanxiao? ”

After Chu Xuanxiao finished speaking, she suddenly moved to the front of Hua Qingmo, and the smile on the corner of her lips was the same as in Hua Qingmo's memory, evil and wanton, but it was always so ruthless and cold.

Slowly raise your hand and place it in front of you. Chu Xuanxiao's gaze shifted from Hua Qingmo's face to his hand, and he looked at it very intently for a while.

Such an action made Hua Qingmo a little puzzled, but she didn't have the heart to pay attention to these at this time. When Chu Xuanxiao seemed to lose her mind, she quickly injected her internal force into the Snow Cold Sword and attacked Chu Xuanxiao without hesitation.

In an instant, the ice-like sword qi attacked Chu Xuanxiao, and the sword light that stretched out was like a meteor suddenly crossing the sky, and the speed was extremely strange.

Between the lightning and flint, Chu Xuanxiao had already retreated, the long sword in his hand was cold and sharp, and the strange blades intersecting black and white made people feel an indescribable weirdness. He resisted with the same sword qi, constantly counteracting Hua Qingmo's attacks.

Seeing this situation, Hua Qingmo did not attack Chu Xuanxiao again, but pointed her sword at him, constantly injecting internal force into the Xue Han Sword. Soon, a layer of ice crystals seemed to have solidified on the Snow Cold Sword, and bursts of extremely cold aura continued to emanate from the sword.

Staring at Chu Xuanxiao, Hua Qingmo's dark eyes had an indescribable indifference: "Chu Xuanxiao, I may not be able to destroy the Eastern Sage, but the sword in my hand can destroy you." ”

"Haha......" Hua Qingmo's words made Chu Xuanxiao laugh, and her voice was full of contempt. Hua Qingmo, you remember, a woman's hand can only be used to grasp a man's heart, and a man's hand is used to grasp the world and compete for dominance. You are a woman, it is enough to capture Zixiao's heart, don't do some men's things on your behalf. ”

Chu Xuanxiao's smile became more and more mocking and disdainful. After he finished speaking, he put away his sword, tiptoed a little, and disappeared in front of Hua Qingmo's eyes.

At the same time, his subordinates who were entangled with the Sixteen Cavalry of Youyun also quickly withdrew, and did not fight.

In an instant, the deserted courtyard was restored to tranquility. Hua Qingmo turned her head and looked at the sudden reversal in front of her. In addition to the Sixteen Horsemen of Youyun, the remaining eight members of the Eighteen Shadow Guards were also killed by Chu Xuanxiao's men, and the eighteen corpses lying on the ground were filled with the smell of death and despair.

Looking at the corpses of Wen Ziran and the others, Hua Qingmo didn't know what to say. Just watched quietly, and then she looked at Yun Xie and said: "Yun Xie, the Sixteen Riders of Youyun are now only the seven of you by my side, if the remaining nine people are also here, I won't let Wen Jing take Mo Mo away just now, right?" ”

Hua Qingmo's question made Yun Xie stunned, he looked at Hua Qingmo, and the white figure in his eyes seemed to be thinner and weaker than ever. It's like a jasmine blooming in the face of a storm, and it seems that it may wither at any time.

Looking at such a flower Qingmo, Yun Xie didn't know how to answer. Just now, the Eastern Sage Emperor sent dozens of first-class masters to entangle them, but they could only entangle their seven brothers and sisters, and if the remaining few people also arrived, they would definitely be able to protect the young master and the little master on the side.

But what is the use of talking about that?

Seeing that Yun Xie was silent, Hua Qingmo just smiled softly, and on her elegant face, her skin was a little weird. She walked up to the two white eagles and pulled out the cloud needle that had pierced their bodies.

"Mianyi, Xifeng, you send Qingning and Xiaobai back to the courtyard, their injuries are fine, and they will heal in a few days."

Wen Jing didn't make a move on the two white eagles, but just sealed their movements with a flowing cloud needle. However, when the Liuyun needle enters the body, there will still be some damage, and you must take a rest.

"Yes, young master." Mianyi and Xifeng responded and picked up the two white eagles from the ground.

Afterwards, Hua Qingmo looked at the painting and commanded: "Painting of the dream, you ordered someone to bury the Eighteen Shadow Guards." ”

"Yes, young master."

"Yun Xie, inform the rest of the Youyun Sixteen Horsemen to come, they are in the neighboring city, and they should be able to reach the East Customs in the evening." Hua Qingmo spoke again, her voice was gentle, but she couldn't hear a trace of waves.

"Yes, young master." The cloud demon immediately echoed in response.

Next, Hua Qingmo didn't speak again, just turned her head to look at the direction where Mo Mo had just left, and pursed her lips slightly. After a moment or so, her eyes suddenly went black, and her slender body fell to the side like a flower that had suddenly withered.

Seeing this, Yun Xie and the others quickly stepped forward, wanting to catch Hua Qingmo. But at this time, a person who suddenly came from elsewhere took a step ahead of them, caught Hua Qingmo, and held her in his arms.

"Mo'er, you're working too hard."

Hua Min looked at Hua Qingmo, whose face was pale, and the smile on the corner of her lips was extremely gentle. Turning his head to look at Yun Xie and the others who were approaching, Hua Min said unhurriedly: "Subordinate Beimin, is the secret guard arranged by the landlord beside his wife, and his subordinate is the secret sect of the landlord. ”

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Xuanyuan Pavilion.

In the room on the third floor, Yun Qianmeng sat by the window, staring blankly at the blue roof tiles around him, his expression as cold and rigorous as frozen ice and snow.

She was wearing a lilac embroidered moire Shu gauze robe, a light cyan fur cloak on the outside, delicate ears with white jade carved Lingxiao flower earrings, and a golden-winged phoenix with jade inlaid with seven colors of crystal on six sides on the cloud temples.

White crystal tassels adorn her cheeks, and the radiant edges and corners of her face reflect the beauty of flowers, which is incomparable.

"The gold and jade color dust heart goes, the Sichuan Dongting has come for a good month, Qingmo, I don't like Junshan silver needles very much." Yun Qianmeng muttered softly, and an indescribable soft smile slowly bloomed on the corners of her slightly pursed lips.

When I went to Wisteria Garden just now, the guy there suddenly said this poem to himself. In an instant, she thought of Hua Qingmo. I am afraid that she is the only one who can say this poem.

This is a poem that praises Junshan silver needle tea in modern times, and the people who know it are just like them. The guy there suddenly told himself this poem, it should be Hua Qingmo who told him that she had arrived at the East Customs. And the reason why she came down to the East Customs in such a form is probably because of herself.

Seeing Yun Qianmeng in such a trance, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old young master beside him said with some concern: "Queen Mother, are you okay?" Do you want to send the imperial doctor to come and have a look? ”

"I'm fine, Qian'er." Yun Qianmeng opened his mouth gently, and his calm and elegant smile was as bright and noble as the bright moon. She reached out and picked up the celadon gold tea bowl on the high table on one side, and was about to drink tea when there was a knock on the door.

Then the door opened, and the woman's coquettish voice followed.

"The concubines see the queen's mother, the mother is a thousand years old." The woman who saluted was wearing a bright red tufted rose neon robe, her body was delicate, her face was like a peach and plum, her skin was white and snowy, and a golden phoenix with a red gold silk and ruby was inserted in her noble Lingyun bun.

Looking at the person who came, Yun Qianmeng smiled faintly and said, "Sister Guifei doesn't need to be polite, now that she is outside, there is no need for those red tape etiquette." ”

"Yes, sissy." The woman stood up and looked at Yun Qianmeng, a trace of jealousy quickly flashed across her eyes.

Yun Qianmeng, the only woman in Dongsheng who has a status higher than her Nalan Yu.

Nalan Yu took a few steps forward and sat down on the rosewood rose chair on the side. Her hand gently supported the step on the top of Fuyun's temples, and her tone was very casual: "Queen Mother, I heard that the emperor left Niangniang in Wisteria Garden because he was going to see a woman, I don't know if Niangniang knows who that woman is?" My sister was really curious. ”

Regarding Nalan Yu's words in front of her, Yun Qianmeng just smiled faintly, her eyes were silent, and after a while, she said loudly: "The emperor often leaves his palace to go to his sister's palace, my sister should be very familiar with this kind of thing, why is she curious?" ”

Yun Qianmeng's words made Nalan Yu slightly stunned, and the smile on her face couldn't help but stiffen. But soon, Nalan Yu's demeanor returned to the same as before, and the smile on her face was as charming as a flower: "The queen mother said that she laughed, the emperor's favor for the concubines is not as good as half of the mother." ”

"Really?" Yun Qianmeng glanced at Nalan Yu, and the smile on the corner of her lips was deep and lonely. She picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of tea, and was about to speak when the knock on the door came again.

"Empress Xiaojing, Wenjing brought someone to see you."

Hearing this voice, Yun Qianmeng looked at Nalan Yu with a smile, and her voice was cold: "Sister, Gongzi Wen came to see the palace, and the palace will not entertain you." ”

"Yes, the concubine retired." Nalan Yu stood up, bowed to Yun Qianmeng, and turned to leave.

At the same time, the door of the room opened, and Wen Jing, dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, walked in with Mo Mo in his arms.

Looking at the child in Wen Jing's arms, Nalan Yu was stunned for a moment, and a bad thought suddenly rose in her heart. This kid won't ...... It can't be the emperor's child, right?