As soon as the door was opened, a person rushed forward, hugged himself very tightly, and giggled very excitedly.
Qi Ziyan smiled and pulled her down: "Sister, how are you doing these days? Go and enter the house."
Maybe it was Qi Ziyan who treated her well, Qi Qinqin listened to Qi Ziyan's words very much and let Qi Ziyan take her back to the house.
"Mung bean cake..." Qi Qinqin lifted up a face somewhat similar to Qi Ziyan, stretched out his palm and asked her for something.
Qi Ziyan had been prepared for a long time, took out the mung bean cake from her arms and handed it over.
When she saw it, she snatched it over, opened it and stuffed it in her mouth.
"Eat slowly, sister." She reminded her with a smile.
She stretched out her hand to caress her forehead, causing the other person to raise her head and smirk at her, then continue to eat.
"Sister, I'm leaving, but don't worry, I will come to see you again as soon as I have time. You must take good care of yourself, know?"
"It's delicious.... It's delicious..." She didn't seem to listen to what Qi Ziyan said, just raised her head and smiled at her silly.
"If it tastes delicious, eat it slowly. If you eat too fast, it will soon disappear."
"Okay, eat slowly, I eat slowly." As soon as she heard that there would be nothing soon, she immediately slowed down, changing from gorging to a chicken pecking rice, and immediately amused Qi Ziyan.
Really like a child, carefree, as long as you eat what you like, you will be extremely satisfied.
After she lay down after eating, Qi Ziyan locked the door and ordered to go down the mountain with Yumei who had prepared her things.
A flying body fell into the palace and quickly entered the palace.
"master."
I looked up and saw the man standing under the moon by the window turning his face slightly.
"Say."
"Back to the master, as expected! Once confirmed, the person withdrew."
Hearing this, the person's eyes sank, revealing a profound sense.
"Haha... Haha... Alright! It seems that some people dare to deceive my palace! Since I don't want my palace to know, I don't know it, huh, but soon, the lie will tell the truth on its own." Suddenly, his smile became cold, and the hand that punched the frame revealed his anger.
"I didn't expect that God gave me such a good opportunity!"
"Then I don't know the master, what should I do next?"
"She continued to stare there, and this..." he said, suddenly throwing a small jade bottle away, and the man in black quickly took it.
"Know how to do it!"
"The subordinate knows, the subordinate retires." He took something into his arms, and he disappeared like black smoke.
When Qi Ziyan and Yumei came out of the gate of the palace, the steward Xu who opened the door invited her in with excitement.
"Wang Concubine, you can count as coming back, these days, the prince is talking about you every day!" The latter sentence, he leaned in Qi Ziyan's ear and said softly, as if he was afraid that Teng Kun would suddenly appear and be blamed.
When she heard the words, she couldn't help but curled up the corners of her mouth to laugh.
The scene of Teng Kun pacing back and forth in the room seemed to have appeared in his mind, muttering to himself a bad woman.
"Qi Ziyan..." was fantasizing before arriving in the atrium when a clear but slightly anxious and excited voice greeted her.
Turning his head and looking around, who is not Teng Kun
"Teng Kun." She smiled and watched him greet him quickly.
"What a heartless, stinky woman, still smiling?" Teng Kunjun frowned, his expression unhappy.
"Didn't I come back?" She still smiled.
"I also know that this is the palace, you are the princess, where is this prince's woman? Qi Ziyan, you are simply..." When he arrived, he seemed to have a stomach full of complaints about to vent, but he saw Qi Ziyan's clear pair with an earful voice. His smile, all the words swallowed back.
"What am I?" She was reluctant, as if she liked watching Teng Kun in a hurry.
"You... stinky woman! That's all, I don't care about you because of a lot of my lord." He glanced at the beginning with an angry face.
That angry look, where is the shadow of the arrogant and arrogant Teng Kun before, in Qi Ziyan's eyes, it is simply extremely cute.
Another one couldn't help it. She held Teng Kun's extremely beautiful enchanting face in front of everyone, and coaxed: "My lord is really getting more and more magnanimous, and the angry look is so cute! "
Everyone's eyes widened when a word came out.
The words of the princess seem to be a bit too dismissive of the prince’s prestige!
lovely?
Teng Kun's eyes widened and became even more annoyed.
This dead woman, in front of her, coaxes herself like a child? Is she showing them to see their own jokes
"You stinky woman, why are you talking so much nonsense? If you don't return for so many days, I will go to dinner with the king now!" He was so angry that he suddenly hugged her and walked directly to the living room.
Yumei and Steward Xu looked at each other, and after a smile with ambiguous eyes, they lowered their heads to keep up.
"Eat more. I haven't seen you in six days. I think you have lost a lot of weight." Teng Kun put a piece of meat on her, and there was no anger on her face. Instead, she focused on her own words, without realizing that she was talking too much. It's like a little old man.
Qi Ziyan nodded perfunctorily, and couldn't help laughing as he listened to his continuous words.
"I said the three princes, you can also eat something, you can also talk after dinner."
"Do you think this king is annoying?" Hearing what she said with a smile, Teng Kun frowned, put down his chopsticks, and couldn't help being authentic.
"Yes, you are very annoying." Qi Ziyan did not expect to respond calmly.
"You... kindly act as a donkey's liver, you are the king's woman, and you must listen to what the king says." Finally, he started to end her ridicule with domineering.
She was taken aback for a moment, and slowly sat up straight from his arms, but did not turn her head.
"I've said it. When it's time to say it, I will definitely tell you everything. It's not the right time yet." She carried him on her back and stood up.
Teng Kun's eyes sank slightly, and his eyes moved quietly from her back to the bright moon in the sky, but he couldn't see whether it was joy or anger.
Qi Ziyan's eyes turned slightly, and she was a little surprised to see that Teng Kun was not anxious to herself before.
Suddenly the wind picked up, and the fallen leaves on the ground were rolling in the same direction. Qi Ziyan was wearing a single coat. The wind was a bit cold, and she folded her arms.
Teng Kun discovered this subtle movement of her, that is, to get up, take off her coat and put it on her.
She weighed on her shoulders, and there was a peculiar scent of his body. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but bend, and the remaining warmth of his coat took away her chill through her clothes.
"It's cold outside, let's go back to the study." An arm was put on her shoulders, and the wide body behind her blocked all the wind behind her. She couldn't help but leaned back, happily enjoying his gentleness and warmth.
Teng Kun hugged her tighter, but his eyes flickered slightly, revealing some complexity.
The two cuddled up and walked into the house.
The moonlight outside began to fade slowly, and the wind blew a large cloud of dark clouds to obscure the moonlight.
Soon, the wind became stronger and stronger, causing the plants in the courtyard to stagger, as if a heavy downpour was coming soon.
Outskirts.
A figure stood on the pebble beach under a broken wall.
The moonlight is blocked, and the night is darker.
In the environment where the five fingers were out of sight, a white paper lamp was on.
The candlelight in the paper lantern was swaying constantly because of the wind brought by the sudden change of the sky. Under the flickering candlelight, a face with bowed head was reflected by the candlelight. It was not known whether it was because of the shadow or because it was too thin. Both sides are slightly recessed, but the facial features are erect, nearly forty years old, but still handsome.
A black cloak was flipped constantly by the wind, and there was a humming sound.
And his deep eyes stared straight at the pool of dried blood that had become black.
Just looking at it, many of them didn't move.
Finally, he suddenly squatted down, slowly stretched out his hand, and walked towards the pool of blood as if touching the ground. Stars flashed out of his eyes as deep as a black pool, and there seemed to be emotions flowing, but he couldn't guess it.
Suddenly, with a hand in the air, his eyes were slightly squinted, and his body was already exuding a powerful aura.
Under the candlelight, there was a stream of air flowing under his open palm.
The palm of his hand moved slightly, and slowly, the dried blood on the pebble stall was like dust from the ground. It broke away from the surface of the pebble and turned into purple-black powder, which was sucked into his palm by the airflow.
"Although you are dead without a corpse, these blood powder can replace your ashes and let you build an anonymous monument." The man's thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was cold and low.
After a stick of incense, the blood on the stone slowly disappeared, turned into powder and sucked in his palm.
The wind is getting stronger and stronger. Fortunately, he harvested it in time. Otherwise, after a rain, he won't even have the last bit of bone and blood left.
Opening the columbarium, he put the blood powder in and covered it.
Picking up the white lamp that was set aside, he pulled up the cap of the cloak, only half of a handsome face appeared, and the other half was buried in black.
Holding the jar in his arms with one hand, the white lantern swayed in the wind, providing him with flickering light.
When he walked into the woods in silence and found a good place, lightning flashed, and after a thunder, there was a sudden heavy rain, which instantly extinguished the lantern in his hand.
The heavy rain that came down drenched him completely.
He didn't care. After squatting down on the spot, he began to dig the soil with his bare hands.
After digging for half an hour in the rain, he put the jar into the deep hole, then moved the wet soil to bury it deeply.
It wasn't until the half-person-high pile of soil was piled up that a few stones were pressed.
Standing in front of the mound, standing in the rain, he left after two full hours, and the rain became smaller.
The next day, after a heavy rain, the air in the yard was fresh.
Qi Ziyan and Teng Kun were sitting in the hall for breakfast together. Their sweet looks made Yumei anxious to marry herself, so that she would not be a light bulb.
"Haven't Mo Bingxian found yet?" She ate a spoonful of porridge and asked, raising her eyes unintentionally.
Teng Kun didn't look up, but shook his head and replied: "Well, he seems to have disappeared. This king has sent many people to find him, but he hasn't heard from him yet."
"This Mo Bingxian has always been like this. If someone can find him easily, he won't be Mo Bingxian." Qi Ziyan nodded.
Teng Kun raised his eyes, could not see anything unusual from Qi Ziyan's calm face, and said: "Yan'er, do you have a way to find Mo Bingxian?"
The stirring spoon in her hand stopped suddenly, and she raised her eyes in a little surprise: "Teng Kun, you have sent so many capable assistants to find him, but why do you think I have this ability?"
"Mo Bingxian appeared to save Lin Xiang last time, wasn't it because of you?" At this point, Teng Kun, who was good at first, played with the child again, his face sank, and put down his chopsticks.
"But I told you that I didn't know him so well! Why are you so small?" Ignoring his careful eyes, Qi Ziyan looked down and continued to eat her own.
Perhaps, he left with that huge sum of money long ago, guessing secretly in his heart.
Teng Kun raised his eyes and glanced at her, and suddenly got up a little annoyed and said: "This king is running out, we are going to go up."
Qi Ziyan raised her eyes to look at him, her face was indifferent, which made Teng Kun anxious and turned away.
"Miss, why did you make the prince angry again?" Looking at Teng Kun who was leaving, Yumei couldn't help but blame her.
"It was he who mentioned Mo Bingxian first, and he was angry because he was too careful." Qi Ziyan ate the porridge slowly.