Compared with slowly drawing in Qianze City, coming to the imperial capital can really destroy the human race faster.

Ye Jibai never gave up on his plan.

In Ye Jibai's eyes, is she Meng Qinghe like a joke?

The day before the Midyear Festival, Ye Jibai did not return all night.

Meng Qinghe didn't sleep all night, at dawn, she changed into a silver-red skirt, a begonia with silver thread pressed on the cuffs, a slender waist was tightly tied, and the moon-white belt was also pressed with silver thread trim, full of green silk with cloud buns, obliquely inserted into a silver hairpin, and two strands of hair hanging from the sideburns, looking playful and bright.

She walks down the street, and passers-by can't help but take a few more looks.

The weather is gloomy and rainy, and the Baijuan lanterns under the eaves are swaying in the wind, which is gorgeous and dazzling.

Meng Qinghe walked towards Tianjie, she wanted to enter the palace and go to Ye Jibai.

She was thinking about something, and at the turn of the street, someone knocked her shoulder.

When she turned her head to look, the man walked forward without looking back, not feeling guilty for bumping into someone.

Meng Qinghe frowned slightly, but he didn't care.

But she quickly stopped, turned and chased after her......

Due to some delays, it was almost evening when Meng Qinghe entered the palace, and the gloomy sky was still gloomy, and the heavy rain never fell.

Meng Qinghe went to the Empress Dowager's Cishou Palace first.

It was the mourning period of the first emperor, and the Cishou Palace was white.

The Queen Mother was very happy to see Meng Qinghe, but she couldn't show that she was happy, after all, she had just died of her son.

So much so that the expressions on her old face were varied, which was very interesting.

In this palace, except for Princess Anyang, everyone looks a little sad on their faces.

The Queen Mother asked Meng Qinghe some questions about cultivating immortals, she was very old and very taboo about death.

She can be regarded as asking about Meng Qinghe's shortcomings, you must know that Meng Qinghe is in the Yunshan faction, and it is the most unlikely waste wood to soar.

Meng Qinghe used the knowledge of cultivating immortals learned in the Yunshan School to perfunctory the Queen Mother, and persuaded her to cultivate her self-cultivation and cultivate her temperament, and purify her heart and few desires.

At such an age, don't toss.

After arguing for a while, Meng Qinghe proposed to go to the side hall to take a look at Ye Hong.

Listening to Princess Anyang, Ye Hong has gone crazy.

In the side hall of Cishou Palace, the carved wooden doors are locked with copper locks, and the windows are nailed from the outside.

In such a sweltering weather, pushing open the creaking wooden door, a chill came out of it.

The palace maid held the copper lock and retreated into the distance, and Meng Qinghe raised his feet and walked into the side hall.

His Royal Highness the Prince, who used to be infinitely beautiful, is now standing in the dark corner of the side hall in filial piety clothes, unkempt and unkempt.

The sky was about to be dark, and the sky that came in from behind Meng Qinghe was gray and dim.

Rao is this light, Ye Hong also narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he saw the person clearly, his wooden expression seemed to be alive.

"Your name is Meng Qinghe?"

Where does this Ye Hong seem crazy?

Meng Qinghe nodded.

"You're from Qinghe Town?"

Meng Qinghe nodded again, "What else did Xiyu tell you?" ”

Ye Hong walked in front of Meng Qinghe from the gloom, and Meng Qinghe noticed that he was still holding a hairpin in his hand.

She said...... "Under the messy hair in front of Ye Hong's forehead, a pair of eyes stared at Meng Qinghe.

"She said that the best wine in the world is in Drunken Dream House in Qinghe Town, and she has a friend in Qinghe Town named Meng Qinghe, and Meng Qinghe often invites her to drink the best wine in Drunken Dream House."

"She said that when she becomes my queen, she will definitely invite Meng Qinghe to drink our wedding wine."

"She said that when she survived my father's death, she would be my queen......"

Meng Qinghe was still a little moved when he heard this, and when he heard this, he shook his head helplessly.

Succubi are by nature.

Friend?

It's just a drunken dream.

Xiyu didn't know until she died, and for several nights, when her fingers wrapped around Meng Qinghe's neck, Meng Qinghe knew about it.

Xiyu would not know that the news of the appearance of a succubus in Lianzhilin was released by Meng Qinghe.

Each for its own benefit, that's all.

From the day Meng Qinghe planned to use the succubus, it was impossible for her to be friends with the succubus.

But Meng Qinghe had to admit that Xiyu was indeed a good drinking friend.

This also made her a little worried when she crushed the Joyful Rain Demon Pill.

"Why did you kill my Yu'er?"

Meng Qinghe's expression changed slightly, "What do you mean by this?" ”

Ye Hong suddenly laughed, laughing like a madman, "You killed her, I know, you killed Yu'er." ”

How did he know?

If Ye Hong was in the imperial study at that time, it was impossible for Meng Qinghe not to know.

The dim sky flickered, Meng Qinghe was about to step forward, Ye Hong took the first step, and the sharp hairpin in his hand stabbed towards Meng Qinghe's heart.

"Just because of you, you also want to kill the deity?"

Meng Qinghe only turned sideways slightly, and Ye Hong fell headlong on the threshold, and blood was instantly seen on his forehead.

Meng Qinghe turned around and stepped on Ye Hong's back, bent down to grab his fluffy bun, and forced him to raise his head.

Ye Hong's eyes were gradually darkening the sky, and the dark clouds were suffocating.

The palace maid standing in the distance trembled with fright, and some of the guards had already heard the movement and ran towards it.

Meng Qinghe's voice sounded above Ye Hong's head, so cold that it seemed to condense into ice, "What else did Xiyu tell you?" ”

Ye Hong's scalp was torn and his face was deformed, but he didn't seem to feel the pain.

"Say, say it......" Ye Hong laughed, "Master of the Yunshan Sect!" ”

Meng Qinghe was slightly stunned, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Ye Jibai standing outside the vermilion gate of Cishou Palace.

Ye Jibai was still wearing yesterday's moon-white robe, his face was quite haggard, and he stood there coldly, standing in the night that had just darkened.

When did he come?

There are a lot of palace people coming in and out of this Cishou Palace, and it is impossible for Meng Qinghe to pay attention to everyone.

Did Ye Jibai just arrive, or did he stand behind the palace wall for a long time?

When Meng Qinghe was stunned, Ye Hong struggled violently, and kept shouting: "This palace is the crown prince of Tian'an Kingdom, and the future king of Tian'an Kingdom...... Yes! ”

Meng Qinghe let go of Ye Hong's hair, Ye Hong was unguarded, his head slammed forward, and he was slamming on the threshold, with a muffled sound.

You say he's not crazy, his words are crazy at the moment.

Meng Qinghe collected his feet, feeling unhappy, and just as he was about to leave, he crushed the back of Ye Hong's hand again.

Ye Hong loosened his fist in pain, and the hairpin took off.

Meng Qinghe stepped on the beaded hairpin, and the pearl tassel at the end of the hairpin shattered into powder.

Ye Hong cried out loud, like a child who had been wronged.

And Meng Qinghe is naturally the big villain who bullies children.

She was not a good person, and she didn't feel guilty when she heard Ye Hong's cry.

The palace man held the lamp, and the orange light in the white silk lantern was trembling slightly.

Today is the Midyear Festival, the palace wall is deep, hung with silk cloth and white silk, and the night breeze is together, there is a feeling of ghostly spirit.

Meng Qinghe walked in front of Ye Jibai, brushed the sideburns that the wind blew in front of him behind his ears, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Ye Jibai, I have something to say to you." ”

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