Qi Qingyi didn't plan to confront Qi Shiyan on the spot, but Qi Shiyan prepared a bowl of white fungus soup for Xue Ling. may be in Qi Shiyan's eyes, as long as Xue Ling dies, this old case will be able to settle the matter, and the world will still be peaceful. But I didn't know that after a few peonies cut by Princess Sanssouci were crushed into mud, they had been stained with the plackets of several people's clothes in circles.

And so, everything was opened. In the middle, it was added with oil and vinegar, and it was even more colorful. Qi Shiyan was shocked that Qi Qingyi knew Xue Ling's identity earlier, but he didn't discuss it with him, and he didn't care about the lives of his family. Qi Qingyi couldn't accept that his father was killed, and he was righteous afterwards.

Actually, there are none. Neither of them, but neither of them was at a loss. That night, the father and daughter said absurd words that ended with Qi Shiyan falling to the ground. Qi Qingyi didn't take advantage of half a point, but Qi Shiyan didn't want Xue Ling's death to be too obvious, and the medicine was very light, otherwise that mouthful of white fungus soup was enough to kill.

The beads on the ground are finally finished, in fact, there are not many, only eighteen sons of the Buddhist family. Except for the one Xue Ling had already picked up, only seventeen were left on the ground. Qi Qingyi groped on the ground for half an hour, picked one up, and rested for a long time. I put them all in my palms and squatted for a long time before I stood up. This move is indecent, she has lived all these years, and she has not lost her temper like this a few times.

Xue Ling just touched his peace and didn't speak, and let Qi Qingyi toss on the ground for most of the day. At this point, she had nothing to say, and besides, she was not good at comforting people. What's more, she also somewhat doubted Qi Qingyi's intention to let Princess Yongle talk about worry-free. If he didn't think that Qi Qingyi was still good, he would almost certainly be trying to test Wei Long. If this is the case, no one is to blame for the cycle of cause and effect.

Qi Qingyi sat back on the chair, emptied a dim sum plate, and sprinkled the handful of jade Bodhi into the plate one by one, and the sound of porcelain and jade colliding was crisp, like a bell and a chime.

All the beads in his hand were placed in the saucer, and Qi Qingyi stretched out a hand and pushed the saucer in front of Xue Ling. "It's nice to be in Luo'er". She sighed in a dumb voice, and said with a smile: "If you want to come to the Qi family, you can come to the Qi family, and if you want to enter the palace, I coaxed me to bring you into the palace, and now I want to go to the Jiang family, I'm afraid I want to go by myself." She lowered her eyes and said, "Do you really want to help me keep the child?" Swallowed back into his stomach, turned his mouth, and said: "Unlike me, I can only embarrass my father." ”

Since you Xue Ling can go wherever you want, if you really want to help me keep the child, you can also keep it.

Xue Ling looked at Qi Qingyi and remembered Qi Qingfei's sentence "The skin is not smiling". Sure enough, it is very expressive, this Qi Qingyi, no matter how he laughs, there is no change above the nose, the eyes are still the same eye, and the eyebrows are still the same eyebrows. It's just that the corners of the two mouths move slightly, if you are happy, you will be upturned a little, if it is just a strong face, it will be so gently flickered. The similarity is that no matter how you look at it, you can't help but feel that her smile is endlessly sour.

Xue Ling picked up a jade Bodhi, thinking that it would be good for Qi Qingyi and Mrs. Su to synthesize, these two people were all fine, and they pulled out a smile, but Mrs. Su's smile made you feel uncomfortable, and Qi Qingyi made you feel sad how you looked. If you want to talk about sorrow, how can you be the most sorrowful, this day passes, it seems that she has become the most comfortable one. Xue Ling couldn't stand others like this, and said, "I came to Qi Mansion at that time, just to ask what happened, but I didn't do anything."

"I know". Qi Qingyi quickly answered, but his tone was still that sad. Of course, she knew that Xue Ling didn't do anything to the Qi family. After all, in the palace, she had seen those methods. I didn't think it at the time, but now that I think about it, if Xue Ling really wanted to put the Qi family to death, it would have been over a long time ago. Losing his father, Baba accepted a righteous daughter, and thought it was a lucky star from heaven.

Xue Ling pondered for a moment, and did not say the sentence "I will kill Princess Yongle for you sooner or later". When Qi Qingyi first had a miscarriage, she had this plan. No matter who did it, she must have blood spattered. But the truth of the matter is really beyond her imagination. Moreover, Princess Yongle was implicated in Xue Yihan's matter, and Xue Ling could not guarantee that he would really be able to do it without scruples.

"It doesn't matter". Qi Qingyi suddenly raised his voice, I don't know if this sentence is okay to Xue Ling or to himself. She patted her cheek and came to her senses, "I'm sitting here just because there's nowhere to go in the house." My mother is angry with me and disobedient to my father, and the rest of my sisters don't do anything, I have to take care of myself, and I have to make up all kinds of nonsense to coax them, it's better to be here, so I can tell some truth, and Luo'er doesn't dislike it." She didn't lie, Mrs. Qi had a happy life, and she didn't have the skills to deal with this disaster at all. A few younger sisters have not been stormy, except for crying and asking how to be good, there is no use. In front of Xue Ling, she could still take off her mask, reveal her anxiety, and in front of others, she had to force a smile.

Xue Ling thought in his heart that he was "very disgusted", but he only replied bluntly, "This is Qi Mansion, you can do it yourself." She didn't want to sit with Qi Qingyi anymore, so she got up and walked to the soft collapse, thinking that she was going to spend the night on it tonight. It's good that she doesn't pick a place.

Qi Qingyi sat alone at the table for a long time, occasionally pouring himself a sip of tea and pouring it into his mouth. She obviously wanted to laugh, but she couldn't stop crying. Xue Ling, who looked at the soft collapse with teary eyes, had already taken a pen to trace the post. The girl is always the simplest bun, a plain hairpin is fixed, and a few strands of hair hang down on the side of the face and ears, reflecting the candlelight, which is more delicate. is not as rich and glorious as the daughter of the daughter in Beijing, but like an orchid in the valley, it blooms quietly, and her fluttering appearance is pitiful. In fact, it is very tough to take root in the rocks and break the rocks, standing between the rocks.

Qi Qingyi didn't need to walk over to know that the third sister's pen was probably the surname of this hundred families. She had seen Xue Ling write this thing several times. I didn't think much about it before, but now I can't help but think about it. The sons of the Xue family, not to mention Wen Taowuluo, should also be a book to read. When Xue Yihan was convicted, Mrs. Xue was hanging, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, where did she go and what did she go through, so that she would attribute all the knowledge in the world to that work of children's enlightenment?

Lu Yu went to Qi Qingfei's courtyard and came back, and when he saw that there were people in Xue Ling's house, he retreated without saying a word. Xue Ling didn't leave anyone behind, he only glanced at it, and didn't carry anything, that is, Qi Qingfei accepted the bag of snacks. Then he turned his head to look at Qi Qingyi, who was still sitting there in a daze. For no reason, she remembered that night Ming County ran away at night, holding a bunch of moldy steamed buns and sitting under a tree.

She let out a long sigh, and after sighing, she realized that she had been sighing all the time for the past few months. Then he continued to trace the booklet on the table, "Happy to Shi Fu, Pi Bian Qi..", described here, Xue Ling's pen stopped, and he didn't put down the pen for a long time, and the thick ink dripped a little bigger, just falling on the word "Qi".

This freshly written Qi character is tightly covered by ink stains, and there is no more.