Casually responded "Okay", Nan Shiyan chuckled, his eyes flashed with inexplicable light, and he replied "farewell" to Gong Zhaohui in a faint voice, that is, he looked directly at Xuan Tong in front of him, nodded at him, and a strange light crossed the bottom of his eyes.

Nodding his head, he understood what Nan Shiyan meant, Xuan Tong also nodded, and patted his hand lightly on the head of the spirit lion.

After receiving the master's order, the spirit lion responded in a low voice, his body moved, the spiritual power around his body lingered, and an enchantment was silently generated, steadily protecting several people on his back, and the soft golden hair on his body seemed to exude a faint halo, with an obvious temperature, dispelling the chill in the night.

In just a few breaths, the huge body of the spirit lion disappeared in place, blending into the night, and the wind was cold, softening the edge.

Until he couldn't feel the breath of a few people, Gong Ling Guifang retracted his gaze, his face was slightly moved, and he lightly swept the Xu sleeve cigarette not far away, Gong Lingyu and Caihe glanced at it, their eyes moved, flashing a little inexplicable light, but their faces did not show any difference, and they still looked like they didn't care at all.

"Father."

took a few steps forward, came to Gong Zhaohui, and leaned over him slightly, Gong Linggui paused and spoke in a deep voice.

"Erchen will also go to Hanyue Hall to see first, the mother concubine is there alone, and today's things are too chaotic, Erchen is not at ease."

"Go ahead."

Nodding, Gong Zhaohui gently brushed his sleeves, his brows furrowed, and a deep thought was condensed between his eyebrows, with a little worry, and he sighed deeply, with an obvious sense of melancholy.

"Hanyue Hall is too deserted, Ah Yue is there alone, and there are few people in the palace, which is really not good."

"But Ah Yue is too stubborn and refuses to accept the palace people I sent over, and I can't force it, if Ling Gui has time, let's go and accompany her more."

Gong Linggui lowered his head, respectfully responded "yes", and turned around directly, raising his feet to leave the place that had already been stained with blood, without the slightest hesitation.

Looking at Gong Linggui's unrelenting back, Mo Qing's eyes moved, and with a thoughtful gaze, he inadvertently swept a glance at Xu Sleeve, who was indifferent and stubborn not far away, as if he understood something, he flicked his wide clothes, came to Gong Zhaohui, and arched his hand at him.

"Your Majesty."

Mo raised his head lightly, his face remained unchanged, as if everything here had nothing to do with him at all, and it could not affect him in any way, and his eyes were full of a sense of openness and swaying.

"It's light and I'll go back to the post house first."

"Okay."

Waving his hand casually, Gong Zhaohui raised his head slightly, looked at the night, and nodded: "I'm really sorry for this palace banquet, which frightened King Sheng." ”

"It doesn't matter."

Shaking his head, Mo chuckled softly and spoke slowly with a soothing meaning.

"It's a light to disturb Your Majesty."

Saying that, Mo Qing leaned over slightly to Gong Zhaohui and bowed, and his low voice carried a bit of respect.

"Thank you very much for the palace banquet that Your Majesty held for you today."

"It doesn't matter."

Hearing this, Gong Zhaohui smiled heartily, his eyebrows and eyes were full of ease, and he completely lost the gloom of Fang Cai.

"King Sheng likes it."

"Your Majesty's words are serious, Your Majesty bothered to hold a palace banquet for Light, and Light naturally likes it."

Mo laughed lightly, bowed slightly at Gong Zhaohui, and said softly: "Your Majesty, then go back first." ”

"Okay."

Nodding, Gong Zhaohui instructed in a deep voice: "King Sheng walks slowly, be careful on the road." ”

"Definitely."

Nodding, Mo smiled lightly, as if under the cold moonlight, that piece of fine and warm jade exuded a faint halo.

Arching his hand at Gong Zhaohui, Mo said "farewell" lightly, that is, he gently flicked his sleeves, turned around, stepped lightly on his toes, and his slender figure disappeared in place.

The cold wind whistled in his ears, and Mo tilted his head slightly, as if inadvertently, his eyes lightly swept over Xu Sleeveyan's indifferent face, his eyes without a trace of emotion, many thoughts appeared in his heart, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he smiled inexplicably, and he couldn't see his emotions.

With a "hum" in his mouth, Mo moved lightly and sped up, but in just a few breaths, he had disappeared into the deep night.

Feeling that the breath of Mo Qing and the others gradually disappeared, Gong Zhaohui's eyes sank, narrowed his eyes, and slowly looked at Xu Sleeve with a substantial weight.

Feeling the change in this king's mood, Xu Sleeveyan's complexion remained unchanged, his aura around him was extremely stable, and his indifferent and cold gaze looked directly at Gong Zhaohui's eyes without the slightest wave.

The moment their eyes met, it seemed that two extreme edges collided, stirring up a cold wind and murderous aura.

Taking a few steps back, Xu Sleeve Yan approached Gong Lingyu in Caihe's arms, leaned down slightly, stretched out his pale and slender fingers, and gently rubbed the hair in front of Gong Lingyu's forehead, the ghostly coldness between his eyebrows and eyes dissipated, and his voice brought a mother's unique softness.

"Yu'er, are you afraid?"

"Mother, don't worry."

Gong Lingyu shook his head vigorously, reached out and patted his chest, looking amazing, but it made Xu Sleeve Yan's eyes red at that moment.

"Mother."

The scarred little hand grabbed Xu Sleeve Yan's trembling hands, and Gong Lingyu's pair of crystal clear and inexplicable eyes looked straight at Xu Sleeve Yan's eyes, and opened his mouth word by word, the words were sonorous.

"Yu'er is not afraid."

"As long as she can be with her mother, Yu'er is not afraid of anything."

His eyes moved, and his gaze was gradually covered with a layer of mist, Xu Zhiyan took a deep breath, stabilized his breath, and his slender fingers carefully straightened the hair scattered on the side of his face for Gong Lingyu, and spoke gently.

"Yu'er is so good."

Hearing this, Gong Lingyu couldn't help grinning her lips, smiled sweetly at Xu Sleeve Yan, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, at that moment, she seemed to be still that innocent and pure little girl, unstained with the dust of the world.

Looking at the daughter in front of him who worked hard to conceive a baby and gave birth but couldn't love well, Xu Sleeveyan only felt a surge in his heart, and a complex emotion gushed out, drowning himself at a very fast speed, breathing heavily, with a feeling of suffocation.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Sleeve Yan tilted his head slightly, and looked at Cai He, who had always protected Gong Lingyu and was covered in scars, and his face was slightly moved.

"Caihe, I'm sorry for you."

It's me who Xu sleeve cigarettes are useless, and I can't protect my palace people.

Now, the palace people who have taken care of them in their own palace are only left to pick lotus.

She was the only one left.

However, the current situation

Picking lotus, I'm afraid

"Mother."

A soft voice sounded in her ears, Xu Sleeve Yan raised her head and looked at Cai He, but she saw her dragging her bloodstained body, kneeling down to herself, and bowing respectfully to herself.

"Lotus?"