Qing Ge stood outside the window, his heart turned back and forth, his white lips pursed tighter and tighter, and the knuckles pulling the cuffs were flushed with blue and white.

After a while, she took a deep breath, and the dull pain in her heart was so clear, as sour as if she had been soaked in thousand-year-old vinegar.

"That...... Monk, do you recognize the wrong person, your daughter-in-law is outside, I ...... I'm a painter. Huaxin lay in Heguang Tongchen's arms, still in disbelief, she remembered something, raised her finger and pointed at Qing Chu, "Also, this is my son, not you." ”

Seeing that Huaxin didn't even bother to wipe the blood in his heart, but he was full of cranky thoughts, he took a long breath with Guang Tongchen, ripped off a piece of his own dirty clothes, and gently bandaged her.

He looked at her fixedly, very clear, "The poor monk knows it's you." ”

"Then what other intentions do you have?" Huaxin blinked, puzzled, "As you wish, the Xuanyin lamp has been extinguished, and your daughter-in-law has also come out of the Nine Shadows Seal, ...... What are you still doing with this seat?"

With the light and dust, the "......" misunderstanding seems to be a bit big.

I don't know where to start explaining.

Braincase pain......

He glanced out the window, consciously or unconsciously, and he knew that Qingge was there.

In that sleepy night, what he dreamed most was not the painting heart he thought about, but the Qingge in his pure and dustless memory.

After this, although that memory was still so confusing that he couldn't figure it out, he probably had a clear understanding of Qingge's and pure dust-free past.

But he is destined to fail her, because he will never let go of the dust and hurt the painting's heart.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze from the window, held Huaxin's hand, and looked at her very seriously, "Xin'er, you remember, everything the poor monk does is for you, never for Qingge." ”

Every byte passed so clearly through the window lattice into Qing Ge's ears, and the sourness in her heart suddenly jumped to the tip of her nose.

Before the tears fell, she hurriedly turned around and left, knocking into Mu Changge, who was waiting outside the door, staggering, and she disappeared into the shadows of the flowers slowly, losing her usual fairy demeanor in a hurry.

Mu Changge hesitated for a moment between asking the painter Xinxing to ask for guilt and comforting Qing Ge, and finally chased after Qing Ge.

And the painting heart, looking at each other with the light and dust, the light of the eyes flowed, and they were speechless for a while.

She went around in her heart, and finally only one sentence came to mind: Could it be that he really had a hidden disease...... Can't give birth to ...... So figure her son?

Thinking about it in Qingcheng, he didn't even do anything to her after eating the best aphrodisiac drunken dream death pill.

And there were so many days and nights in Yaoling Village, lonely men and widows in the same room, and even sleeping together in the end, he had never had that kind of mind about her.

If you want to say that she is too ugly, he can't do it...... No one believes it!

So...... It's really suspicious......

Thinking of the charm at that time, although nothing really happened to him, Huaxin still blushed.

He Guang Tongchen looked at the charming woman in his arms, and suddenly couldn't help but want to get closer to her a little more, not only did he stop hugging, but he found that there was also an obstructive Xiao Qingchu hanging around his neck.

A gentleman like him would naturally not do anything inappropriate for a child in front of the Qing Dynasty like the old rascal of the Red Shadow.

So he had no choice but to suppress the lust that rose in his heart again.