A smile crept up on the corner of Qingqing's mouth, and said with a yearning face, "Qing'er heard her husband say that her father is a hero of the world, and she admired it in her heart, but she couldn't hold back and went to see the army enter the city!" ”

When the words fell, everyone's hearts were cold, a powerless princess can come and go freely in this palace!

Concubine Li is not here, even if Qingqing pierces the sky, the princess doesn't say anything, and no one dares to say a word!

The princess glanced at her again and didn't ask, but the county lord of Zhaojing looked at her coldly on the side and didn't speak.

It's just that after waiting for a long time, I didn't see the prince and Xiao Heng return to the house, and it was almost noon, and a little servant came to report, "The prince has military affairs, so he won't go back to the house for dinner!" ”

The women sitting in Yaoguang Yuan were all envious when they saw Qingqing's eyes, the princess was really lucky, and the princess sent someone to tell her if she didn't return home.

Xiao Heng will not return to the palace, Xiao Heng and the prince are together, and the prince will naturally not come back.

The princess told the aunts to go back to their courtyard, the huge Yaoguang Garden, and it was empty after a hula.

Only the princess, Qingqing and Zhaojing were left, and the princess looked at Qingqing and then at Zhaojing, she always felt that there was something strange between the two of them.

Zhao Jing took the lead in getting up and said, "Mother, Zhao Jing has gone back to the courtyard first!" ”

After saying that, the county lord of Zhaojing raised his feet and walked out, and Qingqing followed closely behind and walked out of Yaoguang Garden.

"Zhaojing!"

A crisp call came from behind him, and the county lord of Zhaojing paused, looking back at Qingqing who had caught up, his eyes were full of disgust.

Qing Qing pretended not to see it, and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth and said, "Zhao Jing wants to go out of the house to relax?" ”

The county lord of Zhaojing glanced at Qingqing, did not answer, and continued to walk forward.

Seeing this, Qingqing chased after him, his tone was slightly urgent, "Zhaojing, let's talk!" ”

Lord Zhaojing's footsteps paused, the disgust in her eyes was even worse, she glanced at Qingqing again, and asked in an unkind tone, "What does sister-in-law want to talk about?" ”

Qingqing coughed lightly and said, "My fourth sister, that is, the concubine of the prince of Ping, is now sent to the family temple by my father when she returns to the Hou Mansion, do you know about this?" ”

The county lord of Zhaojing was stunned for a moment, and then said, "What do you have to do with the county lord?" ”

Qingqing couldn't do this kind of thing by lying, she took a deep breath, tried to calm her mind, and continued, "Don't you want to know the reason? ”

Zhao Jing glanced at her coldly and said coldly, "It has nothing to do with this county lord!" ”

After the words fell, she was about to walk again, Qingqing hurriedly said, "Sister-in-law asked herself if she deceived you, and now you actually believe the words of a person who wants to kill her husband, and you don't believe the words of your sister-in-law!" ”

Zhao Jing's footsteps stopped, Qingqing saw this, and continued, "Lin Qingyun is vicious, she can't see the good of others, and she is calculating and provoking everywhere, if you believe her words, you have fallen into a trap!" ”

Zhao Jing's footsteps fell, wrinkled his eyebrows and thought deeply, without looking back, and continued to walk forward.

Qingqing didn't chase after her anymore, she knew that Zhao Jing needed time to think, and she also needed time to heal her wounds.

She thought as she walked towards Mo Zhuxuan, he had been restless for the past two days, was it really because of Lin Qingyan's appearance?

Be! It doesn't seem to be!

It seems that in the dark, there is a thread pulling itself, and this thread has become more and more obvious in recent days, but I don't know, what is this thread?

Also, it seems that the internal force in my body is getting less and less, and some pictures often float out of my brain, why is this?

Xiao Heng seems to know a lot of things, but he doesn't tell himself, why is this?

He said that he didn't tell his life story so that he could be with him.

If she is really the granddaughter of Lord Su who abandoned the city and fled twenty-three years ago, and she and he have no enmity for killing her father, what is it impossible to be together?

Father's revenge? Impossible! In recent years, Da Xuan and Nan Li have not fought a war, and he will never have a grudge against him for killing his father!

Thinking about it, she arrived at Mo Zhuxuan, she glanced back at Bi Liu, and asked softly, "Is Wei Li's injury healed?" ”

Biliu nodded and said, "It's all skin trauma, Brother Wei Li said it's not in the way!" ”

Qingqing nodded and stepped into Mozhuxuan.

After finishing lunch, she went into Xiao Heng's study.

Holding her special pen, she drew on the paper, and on the drawing paper, she gradually showed the mansions, which had appeared in her mind.

There is also a picture of blood flowing all over the ground and corpses all over the field, with a man in white, standing in front of a girl in white with a sword.

She couldn't see the faces of the two of them clearly, but she could clearly feel the despair and sadness of the woman in white.

By the time these are finished, they are already in decline.

Qingqing opened Xiao Heng's drawer, and the embroidered handkerchief was no longer in the drawer, and he didn't know where it was placed?

Within reach of the drawer was an envelope, the collaborator letter that had imprisoned Yong'an Hou last year.

Qingqing picked it up with his bare hands, opened the letter, and unfolded it against the afterglow of the sunset, and the shadows of poppies appeared in front of him.

She whispered, "Poppy? Poppy! Does it have anything to do with the poppies in the mountains behind Biyun Temple? That flower seems to be the only one that has ......."

Just as she was thinking about it, the door of the study creaked open, and Xiao Heng stepped in with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Qingqing put down the letter in his hand and said softly, "Husband is back!" ”

Xiao Heng nodded, his curious eyes fell on the letterhead on the desk, his handsome eyebrows frowned almost undetectably, and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Qingqing shook her head slightly, "If you have nothing to do, find some books to read!" ”

Immediately, she asked as if unintentionally, "The flower garden on the mountain behind Biyun Temple is the same as the print on this letterhead, do you know where this flower comes from?" ”

Xiao Heng nodded and said, "The flower garden in the mountain behind Biyun Temple was brought back from Nanli Country for my husband a few years ago. ”

At this point, Xiao Heng's voice was slightly stunned, "When you saved your husband, you heard "Guangling San" when you were in a trance, and after waking up, you saw that there were a lot of these small flowers planted around you, but you didn't see the woman in white who saved me!" ”

Qingqing whispered, "The woman in white? ”

She rummaged through the paintings she had been painting for an afternoon, and finally found one, handed it to Xiao Heng, and asked, "Is it this woman in white?" ”

When Xiao Heng's eyes touched the drawing paper, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he asked in surprise, "Qing'er, have you remembered everything?" ”

Qingqing shook his head, handed all the drawing papers to Xiao Heng, and said softly, "There are only some pictures, I remembered them when I accidentally fell off the cliff last time I went to Biyun Temple!" ”

Xiao Heng's eyes turned, with a solemn look, he held Qingqing's head, pressed it on his chest, and said softly, "If you can't think of it, don't think about it!" ”

Qingqing was in Xiao Heng's arms and nodded obediently.