Hua Qingmo's unchanged tone, unchanged demeanor, and unchanged eyes are all like today's empty blue, both initially and now, nothing has changed.

It's just that when the years go forward, what does not change is the sky, what does not change is the earth, what does not change the sun, moon and stars, what does not change is the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, but only people can never change.

Hua Qingmo's words will disturb the mood of most people here. When the cruelty of reality forces oneself to do something that one does not want to do at all, Yiqiē is like a bottomless whirlpool. When you fall into it, you can't get out, and no matter how hard you try, it's just in vain.

At the moment of silence, Chu Yanqian's hand was attached to Hua Qingmo's head again, his fingertips moved slightly, and his warm skin seemed to become much colder under the slightly cool touch of Hua Qingmo's long hair.

"A little girl, don't fight and kill all day long, we men should do these things." Chu Yanqian opened his mouth, and the smile on the corner of his lips was presumptuous.

Hearing this, Hua Qingmo glanced up at Chu Yanqian and chuckled: "Cousin, there is no distinction between men and women on the battlefield, and there is no distinction between men and women on the battlefield. ”

"Really? Then why don't I see a woman go into battle to kill the enemy? Chu Yanqian's tone was still extremely casual, like the wind, and there was no trace to be found. He seemed to deliberately avoid the end of Hua Qingmo's words just now, and only focused on mentioning the battlefield.

Hua Qingmo naturally noticed the intention of his words, and knew that he still didn't want to regard himself as an enemy, so she didn't say anything more. She looked at Chu Yanqian, and suddenly felt that he seemed to have a slight difference from before.

He was dressed in a white brocade robe, which was not embroidered with any patterns, except for the cuffs that were made extremely tightly and clinging to his wrists. He wore a belt of the same brocade silk around his waist, with a blood-red gem embedded in it, and in addition to the brocade robe, he wore a tulle cloak of bamboo leaves and blue, and the cloak carried with the wind, like a floating grassland, elegant and quiet.

Chu Yanqian's dress was not much different from ordinary moments, except that he wore a long sword around his waist, and the scabbard was hollowed out and carved with extremely special patterns.

The moment she saw this sword, Hua Qingmo just smiled and still didn't speak. Chu Yanqian didn't have the habit of wearing a sword, he would wear a sword, just because he was about to make a move.

Seeing that Hua Qingmo didn't say anything, Chu Yanqian didn't say anything more. Just patted her on the head and put her hand down. Immediately, he looked at Hua Xijin and laughed. "Yo, isn't this the princess of our Western Prince? I haven't seen her for many days, and the princess is really becoming more and more beautiful and moving, and I can't help but feel moved when I look at it. ”

"I haven't seen you for many days, Chu Shizi is still the same as at the beginning, he likes to joke and speaks improperly." Hua Xijin just smiled at Chu Yanqian's words, her tone was not friendly, and even a little prickly.

After saying this, Hua Xijin didn't pay attention to Chu Yanqian anymore, her gaze, her eyes all fell on Situ Heng's body.

This is the only man she cares about, but hates.

Situ Heng is still dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, glorious and noble, and his beautiful face is like a blooming peony under the light of tomorrow, which is extremely beautiful. His demeanor was the same as before, with a shallow smile on the corners of his beautiful lips, and his dark eyes looked warm and peaceful, but there was a sharp light in his eyes.

A gentleman is like jade, and he is safe.

At this time, Hua Xijin suddenly felt that even if the Hua Dynasty was about to fall and the glory was no longer there, Situ Heng was still high, the elegance was still the same, and Hua Qingmo was too, and Bai Zixiao doted on her and loved her, and regarded her as a treasure in her palm. But he turned the world upside down, fell into the infernal hell, and was tortured.

All her pain and misfortune are brought by them, there is no reason, they are happy, and she suffers alone.

"Situ Heng, Situ Yuanche, Situ Yuanyou, Chu Yanqian." Hua Xijin glanced at the four of them separately, and her eyes finally fell on Situ Heng. Her words seemed to be for the four of them, but it was more like Yu Situ Heng listening alone. "Situ Xuan should have already made the decree, whether you decide to follow the decree or something else. I believe everyone can guess, who are the people who have conquered the world of the Hua Dynasty with Linyue these days? ”

Hua Xijin's words unabashedly debunked the reality that several people didn't want to uncover, the bloody, desperate and painful reality.

Yes, they all know who their enemies are to the ground?

It's just that before people believe in reality, they always have extravagant hopes.

"Princess Xi is really joking, Mo'er is nine thousand years old, so we don't need to be nosy. As for our enemies, aren't they obvious to all? It is King Liang and Linyue. On Chu Yan's humble and elegant face, his smile was calm and calm, and he was extremely calm and said nonsense with his eyes open.

As soon as the words fell, Hua Xijin laughed coldly, with a mocking expression. She slowly turned sideways and looked at Hua Qingmo, her voice was crisp and pleasant, but it contained the meaning of killing coldness: "Seventh sister, Chu Shizi's temperament, you know, he didn't speak a few words to convince people, I don't know how you feel about what we just said?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes fell on Hua Qingmo. Gentleness, helplessness, pain, alienation, resentment, you name it.

For everyone's attention, Hua Qingmo didn't seem to know, she just stood still, silent, looking ahead, her expression was like a mountain surrounded by mist, far away and lonely.

Naturally, Hua Qingmo wasn't thinking about anything, she was just delaying time, waiting for the arrival of the Youyun Sixteen Horsemen. Although there are still people in the shadows to protect her, but at this moment, she doesn't want to use the strength in Bai Zixiao's hands, she wants to use the strength in her hands to thwart them.

For those people in the Hua Dynasty, she knows very well that once they make up their minds, they will inevitably discard the cruel actions they once made to themselves. Now it seemed like only these people were in front of her, but there were so many people hiding in the shadows that she found it funny.

Everyone's attitude towards feelings is different.

Such as the white purple flute, creating a country in troubled times to calm her.

Like a thousand dreams, he contradicted between love and hate, and finally chose hate.

If the wind is sparse, for the cat can die for himself.

Like Chu Xuanxiao, after all, he chose to grow old with Yun Qianmeng alone, but it was too late.

Some people can discard a qiē for the sake of love, but some people can't. Situ Yuanche and them have taken on too heavy responsibilities and the expectations of their ancestors, they can't live arbitrarily like Bai Zixiao and others.

Perhaps, this is the sadness of this era.

Compared with one's own heart, one's own feelings, responsibilities and expectations are always the heaviest.

After being silent for a moment, Hua Qingmo raised her eyes slightly, looked at Hua Xijin, and smiled softly.

Her smile is gentle and warm, but with a touch of coldness, like a white plum, elegant and quiet. The woman's face is as white as winter snow, revealing a clear and faint brilliance, like the clear moonlight under the blue night sky, like the soothing piano sound in the mountain flowing water, like the saffron blooming alone on the broken peak of the mountain, like a flat boat fluctuating in the tidal waves, like the white snow that reflects the sun at the dawn of the early spring, magnificent and peerless, indifferent to the bone.

"Yes, indeed, it was I who captured the territory of the Hua Dynasty with Linyue." Hua Qingmo's gentle voice was the same as before, and her calm and quiet tone did not change in the slightest. "The husband sings and the wife follows, he wants the Hua Dynasty, and I naturally want it like him."

After Hua Qingmo finished speaking, she took a few steps back, separating herself from Chu Yanqian a little distance.

They are still enemies now, and if they get too close, they may bring misfortune to Chu Yanqian.

Although Chu Yanqian acted in an improper style and spoke improperly many times, Hua Qingmo knew that he cared about himself very much. Maybe you won't be able to talk and laugh like you once did, but at least, don't hurt Chu Yanqian because of your blood relationship.

"Is this to distance yourself from your cousin? Even if it had to be done like this, what was so urgent? Chu Yanqian looked at Hua Qingmo and asked with a smile, his tone and demeanor still unchanged.

At this, Hua Qingmo just nodded.

"It's always like this, it doesn't make any difference between earlier and later."

Seeing Hua Qingmo like this, Chu Yanqian didn't say anything more, his eyes looked at Feng Yin, and he saw Feng Yin gently bowing his head to him.

Alas, today he must be called a traitor, a traitor. What to do? He's so nervous!

"Hua Qingmo." At this time, Situ Yuanche, who had been silent, spoke, he walked towards Hua Qingmo, and stopped at a similar distance, not far away, not close, extremely suitable.

"Is there something wrong with Prince De?" Hua Qingmo looked at Situ Yuanche and asked him with a very relaxed smile.

"Hmm." Situ Yuanche nodded, his expression extremely serious. A trace of darkness crossed his handsome face, and he lowered his eyes and spoke: "Before we really become enemies, I want to ask you, who is Nine Thousand Years Old?" ”

"He is who he is, who is it? Prince De's words are really funny. Hua Qingmo's demeanor didn't seem to change, and the calm smile on her face didn't fade by half a minute. It's just that her eyes sank a little, and the fingers hidden in the sleeve robe couldn't help but move.

Situ Yuanche asked, why? Did he know something?

"Is it funny?" Situ Yuanche's expression was more solemn than at any other moment, and his dark eyes were as dark as ink, and there was no trace of light to be seen. The dark robe on his body was gloomy and boundless, and the gold thread embroidered on the robe added an indescribable heaviness and weirdness to the gloom.

He looked at Hua Qingmo, his lips were tightly pursed, and his expression seemed to be a little more solemn. For a long time, a dark white appeared on his lips, and then he spoke again.

"The nine thousand years old of the Hua Dynasty, the sixth prince of Linyue, these two identities don't seem to have any conflict, but ......" Situ Yuanche's voice fell, and his eyes looked to the side. His hand slowly stretched out from his sleeve robe, and his delicate and white fingertips looked indescribably pale at this time.

He raised his hand and moved slightly, the guards who had come with them before, but did not come close, walked to this side, and when they approached, the person in front made Hua Qingmo's body suddenly freeze

That's Grandma Fang, and it's also Qingxian.