"Mother, Daddy called you. ”

The painting heart was still shaking in Qing Ge's questioning, and as soon as she heard Qing Chu call her, she immediately sobered up.

Dusty was calling her.

At that moment, she was delighted, but as if she had condensed into an ice sculpture, she was suddenly nailed to the spot, and she did not dare to step into it.

As Qing Ge said, she was afraid!

In addition to the deep guilt that suddenly rose for Junyi, she was even more afraid of repeating Junyi's mistakes with Guang Tongchen!

There was a gentleman who loved her.

Of course, she didn't deserve to be as affectionate as him.

And with the light and the dust, as it is.

"Mother" didn't see the painting heart come in for a long time, and at the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, his little head poked out of the crack in the door, his eyes were teary, and he cried, "Mother, Daddy is dying, he called you ......"

Going to die?

The painting heart was shocked, his heart twitched, his eyes were black, and he almost fell to the ground.

Without thinking about it, she wanted to break into the house, but was stopped by Qing Ge, "When it comes to this, the emperor is still obsessed?

With a sharp look in her eyes, she grabbed her wrist and twisted it hard, and said viciously, "Didn't you hear that he was going to die?"

Qing Ge didn't fight back, but he didn't back down either, "The dust has its own little fairy to save it, don't bother the emperor!"

"Why should I believe you!" the painting was furious.

To her surprise, Qing Ge's body was also extremely weak, obviously also seriously injured, no wonder she hadn't made a move today, she thought she was taken by her Diwei, but now it seems that she is just powerless.

Qing Ge stopped in front of the door, and slowly spit out a sentence towards the painting with a white face, "Xiaoxian is willing to die for him!"

Huaxin's hand faltered, and just as she slowly lowered her hand to give up, a call as low as a gnat came from inside the door, "Heart......"

It's almost inaudible, but Huaxin and Qingge still hear it.

The hand that hung down in the painting heart was raised again, and with a divine power, he pushed Qing Ge away, and said sideways, "I'm sorry, you are his bride, but he is the father of the early Qing Dynasty, and he is also the benefactor of this seat, and this seat must see him okay today!"

After a pause, she said word by word, "This seat is also willing to die for him!"

Then, with one palm, she pushed open the half-hidden door.

When Huaxin entered, the room was burning with a strong medicinal fragrance, and the smoke was wrapped in layers between the sleeves of her coat, until her skull was half crispy.

And with the light and the dust is lying straight on the couch, like a sharp sword out of the sheath.

His face was still calm and beautiful, but the red robe was so bright that it pierced her heart.

After a long time of being out of her mind, she was stunned, "Dusty ......"

The man on the couch turned pale and did not respond, apparently in a coma.

The painting heart raised his eyebrows, and suddenly became angry. Hurriedly stepped forward and gently probed the pulse of Heguang Tongchen, only to see that the breath in his body was disordered, the qi and blood were churning, the three souls were floating, and the seven spirits were uncertain, and he couldn't help but look back at Qing Ge suddenly, his eyes were outrageous.

"What the hell did you do to him?"

In the face of Huaxin's questioning, Qing Ge didn't say a word, just laughed, kept laughing, and smiled at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Qing Chu staggered onto the couch with the light, and when he turned around, he saw Qing Ge smiling lazily, and sighed in his heart that she was going to be miserable!

Sure enough, his angry mother had already choked Qingge's throat when she turned around, and used her wrist to lift her beautiful face up until the back of her head was against the wall, distorting the smiling face.