Situ Heng stared at Bai Zixiao, and there was an indescribable coldness and darkness in his dark eyes. He stepped forward and sat down on the chair of roses with openwork carved luan pattern that lay beside him. The moon-white brocade robe is attached to his body, which is glorious and noble, elegant and stable.

Seeing Situ Heng sit down, Situ Yuanche also slowly stepped forward and sat on the rose chair placed on the side. I don't know if it's a coincidence, but the rose chairs placed on this high platform are just enough for so many of them to sit, and there are two more.

"Qinghu, you have followed me for so long, you should have learned how to make tea with Acacia, there should be a tea set under this high platform, you go and make some tea first." Hua Qingmo looked at the green fox standing on the side, and her voice was gentle. Then, she glanced at the painting and commanded: "Painting the painting, go and help the green fox." ”

"Yes, young master." Qinghu and Shuhua saluted and retreated from the high platform.

At this time, Bai Zixiao reached out to pick up the hair left behind by Hua Qingmo's sideburns, and her voice was so cold that there was no temperature at all: "How does Mo'er know the scene below this high platform?" See? ”

His Mo'er has a special pair of eyes, and nothing she can see can hide from her.

"I didn't go out of my way to see it, I just thought you would tell someone to prepare these things." Hua Qingmo smiled lightly and replied in a soft voice.

Maybe she didn't fully understand Bai Zixiao, but after all, she cared too much, and she couldn't help but speculate about his thoughts.

"Compared to the first time I saw Qingmei Garden, Mo'er seems to have grown up a lot. Saving you that day is probably the right decision this Lord has made in his life. Bai Zixiao laughed out loud, and her beautiful face was like an illusory red flower in the sun, adding to the beauty of evil and sin.

When Hua Qingmo heard this, she just smiled gently, and her elegant and delicate face was like a bright moon. She shook her head slightly, with a hint of trance in her voice: "Maybe that day was fate, otherwise Mo'er would not be here at this time." ”

After Hua Qingning died, she became Hua Qingmo, she desperately begged for life and met Bai Zixiao. This qiē seems to be really destined by God.

She doesn't believe in fate, but she can't help but believe in fate, otherwise she and Bai Zixiao would not come together.

"It seems that there are many things that we don't know about the entanglement between the nine thousand years old and the Qinghe County Lord." Situ Yuanche sat next to him, listening to the words of the two, although his voice was as usual, casual and public, but it was a little more dignified.

"Well, it seems like there's a lot of them." Hua Qingmo muttered softly, her dark eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and her whole person seemed to fall into memory. But soon, she laughed out loud, and there was a hint of laughter in her eyes when she looked at Bai Zixiao. "Zixiao, do you have the mind to keep a pet now?"

"You and Yun Shu are enough to worry about the Governor, and there is no time to raise them again." Bai Zixiao glanced at Hua Qingmo, and her voice was much more indifferent than just now. He naturally knew the deep meaning of Hua Qingmo's words, he just spoiled her as a pet at the beginning.

"That's good, Mo'er is really afraid that you will suddenly be interested and have another cat." Hua Qingmo opened her mouth meaningfully, and her smile was full of things.

Looking at such a harmonious scene between the two, Situ Heng and Situ Yuanche's eyes seemed to be pricked by needles. No one can stand the fact that their loved one flirts with another man in front of them, even if that man is a eunuch.

"Nine thousand years old doesn't seem to have answered the words of this king, why are you meeting King Liang here?" Situ Heng said in a slightly cold voice, and his beautiful face seemed to be covered with a layer of gray, which looked particularly treacherous.

But soon, the corners of his lips slowly hooked, and the smile on his thin lips was like a peony that suddenly bloomed, full of enchanting and unqualified.

It doesn't matter, it's okay for them to grind like this now. Anyway, soon, soon, soon a qiē will change.

For Situ Heng's questioning, Bai Zixiao just slowly hooked the corners of his lips, and his bewitching smile was like the blue water floating in the light of the lake in June, the lotus leaves were infinitely green, and the sun was different red.

"Who is the king of the west as the lord of the governor, and when does the lord of the governor need to report anything to the king of the west?" Bai Zixiao's voice was full of indifference, he looked at Situ Heng, his dark eyes were like light ink painted layer by layer, dark and treacherous.

For Bai Zixiao's indifference, Situ Heng just smiled lightly, his beautiful face was like a condensation under the moon, noble and elegant, and jade brilliance. He raised his hand and attached it, his slender white hand brushed up a trace of black hair, and there was a hint of alternative enchantment in the beautiful movements.

Looking at Situ Heng like this, Hua Qingmo unconsciously looked at Bai Zixiao, although the two of them were very surprised on their faces, it can also be said that they were completely different, Situ Heng was surprisingly similar to Bai Zixiao sometimes, not in appearance, but in an indescribable sameness.

"Nine thousand years old naturally doesn't need to tell this king anything, this king is really overstepping today." Situ Heng spoke, his voice was as light as the wind and as warm as water. He looked at the soldiers who were constantly approaching around him, and the smile on the corner of his lips seemed to reflect the peony of tomorrow's brilliance, bewitching and beautiful. "Even if it is death, nine thousand years old is still nine thousand years old, and this king will choose a death method suitable for nine thousand years old, so as not to stain the dignity of nine thousand years old."

When Hua Qingmo heard this, her eyes couldn't help but narrow, she immediately looked around with her ability, and the approaching armies made her calm and peaceful gaze, like a stirring lake, with shallow ripples. Immediately, Hua Qingmo unconsciously clenched Bai Zixiao's hand, and her body snuggled up to him closer.

In fact, she already had a premonition in her heart about this situation, so she was not too surprised at the moment she knew. It's just that she is still worried about Bai Zixiao after all, even if she knows that all the Yiqiē is under Bai Zixiao's control, she still can't help but worry.

Love is the word, that's it. She believed him, but was more worried about him.

"The Lord of the West thinks so much about the Lord of the Governor, and the Lord of the West is really moved, but the Lord of the West has a wife and daughter to take care of, and I am afraid that he will not be able to follow the wishes of the Lord of the West." The smile on the corner of Bai Zixiao's lips did not fall, and his gaze slowly moved down from Situ Heng's face to Hua Qingmo's face. His dark eyes were bottomless, as if a black hole could be swallowed at the end of the universe, and if you look at it more, you will have the illusion of being swallowed up.

Immediately, Bai Zixiao reached out and attached it to Hua Qingmo's face, and her jade-luster fingers slid across her cheeks, and the coolness of her fingertips was as usual, and it didn't seem to change slightly.

"Hmph......" Situ Heng only sneered at Bai Zixiao's words, and there was an indescribable trace of contempt and ridicule in his laughter. He looked at Hua Qingmo's elegant and beautiful face, and in his dark eyes, there was a thousand differences from just now, and a trace of gentleness like moonlight and flowing water was unabashedly revealed. "There is one thing that I am afraid I forgot at the age of nine thousand, if it wasn't for the wrong marriage at the beginning, she is not your wife now."

"Really? How does this governor think that the wrong marriage was deliberately facilitated by God? Bai Zixiao didn't look at Situ Heng, but still stared at Hua Qingmo, the smile on the corner of her bright red lips seemed to contain the desert roses that would bloom tomorrow, the bright light, the thorny bloom, the blood touched, all of them were so lonely and beautiful, evil and mysterious.

Looking at Bai Zixiao's smile and gaze, Hua Qingmo just smiled faintly, the smile was like a hundred years of unchanged twilight drum and morning bell, as if the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas had not been moved for thousands of years, as if the sun and moon had risen and set for ten thousand years, so quiet, quiet to peace.

She held the hand of Bai Zixiao brushing her cheeks, and the smile on the corner of her lips carried a serious insistence that could not be shaken for years: "Mo'er likes this specially promoted mismarriage by God, no matter what her mood is, Mo'er at this time only knows who has always protected me, who spoils me, and who saves me." There are too many meanings of the word wrong, and in the depths of it, there is no one who is right or wrong. What is right? What's wrong? In Mo'er's view, the world is just right for what most people agree with and wrong for what is opposed. Mo'er married at the age of 9,000, the prince of the West thinks it's wrong, and others may also think it's wrong, but Mo'er thinks it's right, just like in your hearts he is a courtier and a treacherous evil, but in Mo'er's heart, he is a husband and the only person Mo'er entrusts for life. It's just that the position is different, and the angle of view is different. ”

Hua Qingmo's words made Situ Heng's face stiffen, and he looked at the beautiful woman with a faint smile, with deep pain and despair in his eyes. He liked her delicacy and calmness, and now she was like this, stinging herself with the places he liked.

I have to say that although she has grown and changed, in the depths of it, it is still exactly the same, so thorough that it tears his heart in an instant, and then allows his blood to run rampant and the pain spread.

"You are still the same as you were at the beginning, the people you care about are as heavy as mountains in your hearts, and the people you don't care about are nothing in your hearts. It's just Mo'er, you have to remember that the qiē in this world cannot be determined by a person's preference. Situ Heng's voice cooled down, and then he took out the tiger talisman and played with it in the palm of his hand, the voice was as warm as the wind when he usually did: "The tiger talisman is here, nine thousand years old must know what it means, now this king has 400,000 troops in his hands, Prince De has 600,000 troops in his hands, Liang Wang Ye has 600,000, King Ningjun also has 400,000 troops, nearly two million troops gathered here, what does it mean, nine thousand years old should know better than anyone else, isn't it?" ”

"It's clear that it's clear, but the lord of the governor is very unclear, the prince of the west can only use the army in his hand to deal with the lord of the governor, why do you want to come here to gossip with the lord of the governor?" There seemed to be a trace of doubt in Bai Zixiao's indifferent voice.

For this, Situ Heng just smiled faintly, and there was a beautiful and enchanting smile that could not be described. He clapped his hands, his voice as gentle as the sunlight that melted the ice and snow on a spring day.

"Bring the flowers."

With Situ Heng's call, two maids in the same pink dress walked up with Hua Xijin with a bulging abdomen.

At this time, Situ Heng slowly walked in front of Hua Xi Jin and personally helped her, Hua Xi Jin in a light purple lotus pattern dress and Situ Heng in a moon-white brocade robe looked very compatible, as if a fairy couple.

After walking a few steps, Situ Heng stopped, his eyes looked at Bai Zixiao, and the smile on his beautiful face was like an undefeated white lotus in midsummer. His lips moved slightly, and his voice was as shallow and moving as a breeze across a lake.

"The king thought that since the wedding was a mistake, it is time to make up for it. Nine thousand years old, can we change wives? ”