I saw that the blood gourd instantly became larger, and smoke burst out from the mouth of the gourd, and then a tall figure smashed into Qiao Yiqing's eyes.

Su Zhuo was full of spiritual power, with a cold expression and a steady temperament, only the joy in his eyes could not be concealed: "Master, I succeeded!" In ten days, I have cultivated to the Spirit Emperor, and I am finally qualified to stand by your side. ”

Qiao Yiqing looked at the reborn Su Zhuo, and bowed her head with relief: "Yes, you did it, you will be my secret guard in the future." ”

When Su Zhuo heard this, he calmly clenched his fists and took the order: "The subordinates will never live up to the expectations of the master." ”

Qiao Yiqing looked at him with satisfaction and found that he had a qualitative change from the inside to the outside, so he settled down.

"In the future, until the point of last resort, don't show up casually, I will call you if I look for you."

"Yes!" Su Zhuo clenched his fists, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the shadows.

Qiao Yiqing took the blood gourd, thinking that Zizhu was still inside, and she didn't know what happened to her, so she couldn't help but worry.

At this moment, the palace maid hurriedly came over again and said, "Miss Qiao, the patriarch's wife is invited." ”

When Qiao Yiqing heard that it was the patriarch's wife, she frowned reflexively, and asked unhappily: "What's the matter with her?" ”

The palace maid was scolded by her, her body trembled in fright, and she lowered her head in fear: "Eh-slave maid doesn't know what to say-"

Qiao Yiqing was helpless, and glared at her unhappily: "Let's go, I want to see what tricks she wants to play!" ”

When the words fell, Qiao Yiqing threw up her sleeves and left-

Under the guidance of the palace maid, Qiao Yiqing came to the main hall of Changchun Palace, and as soon as she stepped in, she saw the patriarch's wife sitting on the top and drinking tea elegantly.

Before Qiao Yiqing could speak, she opened her mouth: "You're here—sit down—"

Qiao Yiqing sat on the side, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why did Madam come to me today?" ”

The patriarch's wife took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and looked at Qiao Yiqing seriously.

"Do you know the cold situation of Lu Dao in the past few days?" As soon as Madame came, she got straight to the point, and her angry tone couldn't help but make Qiao Yiqing suspicious.

"I haven't seen him since the last riot, and I don't know how he's doing."

Since the last time, Cang Hanlin seemed to be deliberately avoiding her, and he didn't return to Ziyun Palace for several days, and Qiao Yiqing didn't even have a chance to see him, let alone know about his situation.

The patriarch's wife nodded, and said in a solemn tone: "Yes, he has been living in Changchun Palace for the past few days, drunk like a waste, and keeps shouting your name in his mouth, do you want to see him?" ”

Qiao Yiqing coldly refused: "No need, I will only make him more painful, it is better not to see him." ”

"Just take a look outside and see how obsessed he is with you." The Patriarch's wife got up and walked towards the inner sanctum.

Qiao Yiqing took a deep breath and followed her to the side hall.

As she walked outside, she heard her name—

"Qiao Yiqing - Qiao Yiqing - Qiao Yiqing - Qiao Yiqing -"

"Woo-woo-woo-Qiao Yiqing-"

The patriarch's wife pointed to Cang Hanlin, who was sitting at the table, holding a wine glass and constantly pouring wine: "In the past few days, he has been drunk like mud, no one can persuade him, he doesn't listen to anyone, his mind is full of you." ”

Qiao Yiqing saw that lying on the table, graceful, handsome and dashing, no longer existed, and all that was left was just a shell that had been pulled out of his heart, and his heart twitched inexplicably, and a sense of guilt hit his heart.

Cang Han Rin was originally free and easy, and since the first time she saw him in the forest, she knew that this man was uninhibited.

The evil smile at the corner of the mouth, the banter in the eyes, the frivolity of the tone, and the bewitching appearance can all make a woman smit.

But he was planted in her hands.

Scenes from the past come to mind. Every help, every sacrifice of life, too much touching too late to count. Now, she has harmed others as ghosts and ghosts, has lost her former bearing and chic, and has become a waste person who relies on drunkenness to numb herself.

"You see, my beloved son is now like this. I am both heartbroken and angry, angry that you don't love him, but you want to be close to him, and you don't accept him, but you want to give him hope. Leave—leave the Canghan Clan completely, and don't appear in front of his eyes again. ”

When Qiao Yiqing heard this, she raised her eyes and looked at the patriarch's wife, "If you say so much today and let me see so much, just tell me to leave." ”

"Yes! If you don't leave, he will never be able to come out of your shadows. There are so many good girls in the Canghan clan, my son deserves better. The patriarch's wife looked at Qiao Yiqing, and her cold tone was a little tough.

Qiao Yiqing didn't refute this time, looking at the sluggish Cang Han, she was silent.

She did cause him too much trouble and caused him significant damage.

Perhaps, leaving is really the way to do a good job.

If it weren't for taking care of the child in her belly, Qiao Yiqing would definitely not stay in the Canghan clan for so long.

Now it's really time to leave—

Thinking about it, Qiao Yiqing nodded and looked at Mrs. seriously: "Don't worry, I will." I can't repay the love I owe him in this life, so I can only leave and let him forget me-"

The patriarch's wife breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, and her face softened: "Very good, I am relieved to hear your words." I'll prepare your luggage and carriage for you, so let's go today. ”

★★★

"Master, where are we going?" Doudou was thrown into the carriage by Qiao Yiqing and asked suspiciously.

Cuihua saw that Qiao Yiqing's face was not good, and immediately reached out and slapped Doudou's head: "Stupid, don't you see that the master is unhappy, and he doesn't care if he speaks!" ”

Qiao Yiqing ignored the two of them, and ordered the coachman who was driving: "Let's go-"

When the coachman heard this, he immediately raised his whip and drove the carriage away.

I don't know how long it took, Qiao Yiqing was a little drowsy with the child, and at this moment, there was a sonorous sound of swords outside.

Qiao Yiqing asked in a deep voice, "What's going on outside?" ”

The coachman was frightened enough, and said in a trembling voice, "There are many people out there chasing and killing a girl, let's turn around and go-"

Looking at the scene of swords and swords, the coachman suddenly waved his whip to rush back.

When Qiao Yiqing heard this, she thought that it had nothing to do with her, so she simply let the coachman move, but at this moment, a crisp female voice suddenly rose-

"Someone—help—"

When Qiao Yiqing heard this, her expression was shocked, and a sense of familiarity instantly surged in her heart, and then she stopped it sharply: "Slow!" I'll come out and take a look. ”

With that, Qiao Yiqing walked out of the carriage.

She looked around and found a woman not far away who was trying her best to fight the man in black, and her eyes widened in shock.

"Ice smoke!! How are you? ”