"What a natural pair, Wen Jing really thinks that Qingmo speaks, every sentence is prickly, but every sentence is tightly listened to." The gentle voice as the wind came, Hua Qingmo slowly raised her head, looked to the side, and just happened to see Wenjing standing not far from them.

As in the past, he has never changed, wearing a moon-white brocade robe, graceful and elegant, and the flowing cloud patterns embroidered by silver threads on the robe seem to have a strange sparkle at this time, shining but dark between fluctuations. On the waist, he wears a piece of white jade with a square carved phoenix pattern, which is luster and warm, elegant and calm. The handsome and elegant face looks like a lush purple bamboo at this time, so casual, so light, so beautiful.

The arrival of Wenjing was expected by Hua Qingmo and was also calculated. Tonight, she wants to reveal Yiqiē, her secret, the secret of King Ningjun, and the gentle son in front of her.

"Uninvited, is this the work of a gentleman?" Hua Qingmo spoke, and her voice sounded like a trace of dissatisfaction.

And Wen Jing just smiled lightly and didn't say a word. He walked to the rest of the Zen chair where the crimson cloud dragon held the longevity mattress and sat down, reached out and picked up the lychee in the jade plate, and began to peel it.

"Zi Xiao doesn't like this thing, and so does Qingmo. Putting Wenjing's favorite things, isn't this just inviting me here? Wen Jing opened his lips and took a bite of a lychee, his movements gracefully as if a literati were depicting a landscape painting on paper. Then, he looked at Hua Qingmo and said, "What a gentleman does, that's what a gentleman does, Wenjing is not a gentleman, so naturally you don't have to follow it." ”

After finishing speaking, Wen Jing took another bite of the lychee and praised: "It is worthy of the lychee that Yongzhou paid tribute to, and the taste is really good." Zixiao, do you have it there? Give me something to satisfy my cravings. ”

"If you are still in the mood to satisfy your hunger tomorrow, the Lord of this Governor will have someone send it to you." Bai Zixiao didn't look at Wenjing, but just reached out and grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the jade plate and began to knock them.

In this way, Wen Jing chuckled, and his elegant face was still as unchanging as the mountains and mountains. He continued to peel the lychees, his movements were skillful, and his warm eyebrows and eyes seemed to reveal a clear and moist landscape-like atmosphere.

After a while, Wen Jing looked at Hua Minzhi behind him, who was pointed at the acupoint, and said loudly: "Eldest son Wang, I heard that you have studied martial arts with the old man Tianji this year, and your martial arts must have made great progress, right?" ”

"How do you know?" When Hua Minzhi heard Wen Jing's words, she was stunned for a moment, and looked at him very puzzled. It is impossible for ordinary people to know about the person who learns martial arts with the old man of Tianji, and he is even a pseudonym apprentice, and there are very few people who know it. But how did the person in front of him know?

"When I went down to see the heavenly machine, I saw the eldest son of the king once, so I knew about it." Wen Jing only replied very plainly to Hua Minzhi's inquiry, and he couldn't see anything else.

For the words of the two, Hua Qingmo's expression remained unchanged, and she just looked at Bai Zixiao: "Who is the old man of Tianji?" ”

"The people of the Tianyuan Dynasty are now in the territory of Fusang Kingdom, and they have known Wenjing for many years, and the Lord has also met a few times, and that person is very interesting." Bai Zixiao opened his mouth with deep meaning, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, with an extreme seduction and charm.

He hugged Hua Qingmo tightly and looked ahead, where they were, they were all ready, and they could see all the scenes in the mourning hall.

Watching a play and watching a play, it is natural to see it clearly.

At this time, a few people slowly walked in from the door of the main hall. These people are, Situ Heng, Hua Xijin, Hua Hanxi, Situ Yuanche, Hua Dying Ge, Ye Zhen, Hua Xiyao, Pei Tianyou, Hua Rongying, in addition to Hua Mohan and his wife, the fourth young master Hua Jinglan, the son of Zhao Wu who rarely appears in the palace of Ningjun County, and Chu Yunhua and Chu Yanqian's brothers and sisters.

"Except for Mo'er and Hua Lingwei, it's already together." Hua Qingmo looked at the people in the mourning hall and opened her mouth faintly.

"Indeed, everyone who should have arrived has arrived, and the drama should begin."

"Well, it's time to get started."

Hua Qingmo turned to look ahead, with a slight smile on the corner of her lips. Her eyes looked at the people who were ambushed around her, and they immediately understood what Hua Qingmo meant, and came out of the shadows.

Situ Yuanche and the others never thought that there was still a brocade guard in ambush in this spiritual hall, and they suddenly showed surprise. Chu Xiangbai and the others didn't do anything to them, just surrounded them, and then spoke very calmly: "The overseer and the lady have asked you to move to the back of the mourning hall." ”

Seeing that it was Chu Xiangbai and the others, Situ Yuanche was also relieved, he turned to look at the huge inscription in the mourning hall, and then said, "I don't know what the nine thousand years old move? ”

"It's going to be a show." Chu Yanqian guessed a little bit of the inside story, which was naturally easier to accept than everyone else. There was great interest between his eyebrows, and there was an indescribable smile on his handsome face. Turning his gaze to Chu Yunhua, he said softly: "Yun'er, if you are still worried about Qingmo's girl, go to the back and have a look, there will be a surprise!" ”

"Surprise?" Chu Yunhua obviously didn't understand the meaning of Chu Yanqian's words, but since he said so, Chu Yunhua also listened to Chu Yanqian's words and walked to the back of the mourning hall. Seeing this, Jinyiwei did not stop him, but gave way for Chu Yunhua to walk.

Walking behind the huge laying cloth, Chu Yunhua saw Hua Qingmo sitting on the lap of the white purple flute at a glance.

"Mo'er." Chu Yunhua walked over with some surprise, but still saluted in front of Hua Qingmo and Bai Zixiao: "I've seen nine thousand years old, I've seen Princess Xiao!" ”

"Sister Wan, you don't have to be so polite." Hua Qingmo saw Chu Yunhua, and her face softened a little.

"Etiquette is like this, my sister is not a person who doesn't know etiquette, so it should be." Chu Yunhua replied softly, wanting to get close to Hua Qingmo, but he was afraid of Bai Zixiao.

Hua Qingmo could naturally see Chu Yunhua's fear, she smiled gently, and then stood up from Bai Zixiao's arms and walked in front of Chu Yunhua.

"It's been a long time, Sister Wan." Hua Qingmo spoke.

"It's been a long time, but what kind of trick are you playing, girl? Didn't you say you had poison in your body? You are like this now, my sister really can't see what it looks like you are poisoned? Chu Yunhua was slightly annoyed in her heart, after all, Hua Qingmo deceived herself. But when she saw that she was safe, the anger in her heart had unconsciously dissipated.

Hearing this, Hua Qingmo just smiled and said as a matter of course: "I pretended." ”

As soon as the words "......" came out, Chu Yunhua suddenly didn't know what to say.

At the same time, Chu Yanqian, Situ Yuanche and others all came over. The moment he saw Hua Qingmo, a hint of joy appeared on Situ Yuanche's face, but the moment he saw Bai Zixiao, it dimmed.

As for Situ Heng, although there is no change in his face, his eyes are like a night that is slowly darkening, gloomy and a little weird.

"Seventh sister, are you well?" Hua Ran Ge stepped forward, her voice soft, and her smile gentle and delicate.

"Well, it's fine, it's just pretending to be a lie." Hua Qingmo looked at Hua Dye Ge and responded very casually.

Then, for some reason, no one spoke, and there was a moment of silence around them, which seemed particularly eerie, but in this silence there was one untimely sound after another, and it sounded even regular, as if it had been calculated every time.

Following the prestige, I saw that Bai Zixiao was idly knocking melon seeds, and the thin black silk on the hat hung down, and his whole person seemed to be spreading the demon that belonged to him in the black haze.

The voice continued for a moment, and everyone still didn't know whether to say something good at this moment, or to remain silent like this. Everyone hesitated for a moment, but they saw Bai Zixiao, who was staring at the front, looking sideways, and when his gaze returned to the front, his voice had already sounded coldly: "Come here." ”

"Oh." Hua Qingmo replied in a low voice, with an elegant and gentle smile on her face. She walked back to Bai Zixiao's side, sat on his lap again, and then picked up the jade plate with melon seeds on the high table, and handed it to Chu Yunhua and the others: "Do you want to eat?" ”

"Eat." Wen Jing stretched out his hand directly, and when he was about to take it, Hua Qingmo moved the jade plate away: "The lychee paid tribute by Yongzhou is enough for you to enjoy, don't be greedy." ”

"Qingmo, I think I help you more than hurt you, don't be so stingy when you eat some melon seeds! Zi Xiao has always disliked stingy women, if you go on like this, Zi Xiao will dislike it. Wen Jing smiled and spoke, his eyebrows still as warm as the wind.

Listening to Wen Jing's words, Hua Qingmo only smiled silently, she looked at Chu Yunhua and motioned for her to do it herself.

Of course, Chu Yunhua understood what Hua Qingmo meant, but in this case, if she did it, she would always feel a little strange.

But Chu Yanqian was much more chic and casual than her, directly grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and began to knock up. Situ Yuanche is also a casual person, so naturally he is indispensable, and the others are standing still.

Everyone actually has doubts in their hearts, on the spiritual pond, behind the curtain, the nine thousand years old sitting here, and Hua Minzhi, who is sitting on the ground and can't move, and other things, all of them add up, all of which make people puzzled.

It's just that no one dares to ask more questions in front of Bai Zixiao.

"The hour is almost up." After a while, Hua Qingmo suddenly spoke, her voice full of coolness. She looked sideways at Hua Minzhi, her eyes were cold: "Eldest son Wang, Qingmo, this poisonous woman, will let you see how kind your father treats me." ”

Hua Min stopped here, silent, just staring ahead, his eyes were extremely empty.

After that, not long after, there was a sound above the mourning hall, and it was the subordinates of the Ningjun Wangfu who carried the seriously injured Ningjun King into the mourning hall.

"Alright, you all go down!" King Ningjun's voice sounded very weak.

"Yes, Lord Commander."

After the servants left, the only person left in the entire mourning hall was King Ning Jun, who was lying on the chaise longue, his face was extremely pale, and his lips were also abnormally white. It's just that those eyes float like pearls, this warm but deep brilliance.

He raised his head slightly, looking at the two black lacquered coffins placed in the hall of the Ningjun Palace, and there was a trace of pain in his eyes.

"Mother, leisurely, it's me who is sorry for you, I have failed you."

As soon as such words were spoken, the hearts of those behind the curtain moved. It's nothing that King Ningjun came here when he was seriously injured, after all, tomorrow the princess of Laojun and the palace of Ningjun will be buried in the earth, and it is common for him to come to see them off.

It's just that this sentence of sorry, plus the word disappointed, makes people think about it.

Everyone continued to watch, and at this time, King Ningjun was holding the chaise longue in his hand, trying his best to get up. But the wound in his abdomen was not fatal, but it made him unable to move freely, and after struggling for a while, he had to give up and continue to lie down.

At this time, a person walked in outside the door, and he came to King Ningjun, and his handsome face was full of worry: "Father, are you okay?" The child advises you to rest in your room, why are you still here? Isn't that all in vain? ”

"Min'er, my father wants to give your mother and grandmother their last ride." King Ning looked at the handsome young man in front of him, his eyes were very loving. However, he couldn't imagine that what was in front of him at this time was not his own son, but Hua Minzhi, who Yuyang was pretending to be.

"They must be disappointed when they die at the hands of Mo'er."