Ji Xin raised his head when he heard this familiar voice, and the person in front of him had a jade crown and his hair tied up, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, and his demeanor was difficult to find in the world.

"Qinghe."

Ji Mo Qinghe walked towards her and took the Qionghua in her hand.

"What is the king thinking?"

A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately smiled lightly.

"Twenty years ago, the witch doctor clan suffered, will it have anything to do with my father?"

Ji Xin looked up at him, this secret, maybe it was the cause and effect.

Ji Mo Qinghe looked at his king deeply, and his voice was soft and firm.

"The minister has never seen the king of Suiyuan, but the world praises his Ming Jun and is the society of the country, even if there is, it is not a sin."

Ji Xin sighed lightly, the truth is not completely traceless, but who will bear the consequences of the truth, no one knows, trade-offs are the first thing that people in high positions must learn.

"Qinghe."

Ji Xin seemed to be a little tired, and she hugged Jimo Qinghe's waist.

"I want to hear you play the piano."

"But there's no instrumental music here."

Jimoqing and the warm and clear voice soothed the anxiety of Ji Xin.

"I've brought the dream."

Ji Xin buried her head in his chest, and she clearly heard Ji Mo Qinghe laugh from his chest.

"Okay."

Dreaming of a piano, dreaming of three lives, the salary in the palace waited for Jimo Qinghe to open the gray cloth covering the piano like a girl, and she held her cheeks with a smile.

The body of the piano appeared, but Mo Qinghe stopped his movements as if he had suddenly stopped, and the piano was ......

"Night after night, the morning light is silent, and the rivers and seas share this life."

After a while, he stretched out his hand and touched the words engraved on the guqin like a lover.

Ji Xin sat beside him and looked at his expression with a smile on his cheeks, this word was carved by himself on the way to the east, in order to be the appearance of Moqing and the current distraction.

"Qinghe ......"

Before she could say anything, Mo Qinghe's face was already within easy reach of her.

"Hmm......"

The rest of the words were sealed in this kiss, that is, Mo Qing and the kiss were stormy, and Ji Xian was a little paralyzed when he couldn't breathe, he took Ji Xian, brought her to his chest, and slowed down the rhythm slightly.

After a long while, the two separated, and Ji Xin's face was flushed, and Mo Qing gently wiped the corners of her lips.

"I love it."

He was getting up and tried a few notes with his fingers on the strings.

It's still "Zidu", Ji Xin has heard Jimo Qinghe play this song, this song is sonorous and powerful, but today, Jimo Qing and Zidu between his fingers are full of depression.

The sound of piano music in the hall was endless for three days, but the night of looking for a salary outside the door was stopped by Shuoge.

"Night King, at this time, there is some inconvenience."

Shuoge whispered.

I listened to the sound of the piano inside.

"Inside, is it Jimo Qinghe or Zheng Xize?"

"How could it be Lord Zheng? Naturally, it is the left phase. ”

Shuoge whispered.

"Yes, yes."

Nodding his head in a deliberate manner.

After the song was finished, Mo Qinghe stood up.

"This qin is a tribute to the king, and now it sounds a little scary, but the minister is brave, can you ask the king to give this thing to his subordinates again."

He knew that he had engraved verses on the piano.

"Since Qinghe has this heart, then take it, and if this king wants to listen to it, he will always play it to this king."

Jimo Qinghe bowed slightly, wrapped the guqin with a gray cloth, and then carried it to himself, and bowed to the salary before walking out of the hall.

When he left the temple, he met the night.

"The Night King."

That is, Mo Qing and bow his hand.

"I'm no longer in the court, so I don't need to be polite."

Su Ye stretched out his hand to hold it, but Mo Qinghe suddenly shrank back, and Su Ye's hand froze in mid-air for a while.

"Retreat first."

Ji Moqinghe's voice was very low, and he turned around and left without waiting for the night to speak.