Feng Guang raised his hand and raised his forehead, "I never thought of killing people, you don't need to compare with him in this aspect."
"No need to compare." Mo Qing's eyes slightly curved, "He is not my opponent."
"Confidence...is a good thing." She didn't expect that Mo Qing, who seemed to be quiet, seemed to be a different person when she encountered something related to Duanmu Xuan.
Mo Qing smiled, "Now the result of their discussion has come out, do you want to hear it?"
"Yes!" She looked at him expectantly.
"Kiss me once, and I'll tell you."
Feng Jing was startled, and glared at him, "You really know how to pick the time to negotiate terms."
Having said that, she still stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips. The kiss was over, and she was about to leave, but she was hugged by him, which further deepened the kiss.
After a long time, Mo Qing stretched out her tongue and licked her lips, her blushing cheeks were reflected in his eyes, he was in a good mood, "Duanmuxuan said that he would take Qiao Ling back to the palace and put him in custody until the yamen made another move." When it progresses, let's talk about whether Qiao Ling is guilty or not."
"Take it back to the palace... and take it into custody?" Isn't that just taking it back to Haosheng to take care of it
Mo Qing said: "People in the yamen are afraid of Duanmuxuan's status as the fourth prince, so they can only let Qiao Ling leave temporarily."
Well, this result is not unexpected. Since Duanmuxuan is there, she can be sure that Qiao Ling will be fine. Now that the excitement is over, she has no interest in staying here, hugging him arm, she said sweetly: "Then let's leave."
Mo Qing nodded, because the people in the yamen had already left, they didn't have to be as cautious as when they came here, and because Ruan Ruanxiang died suddenly, all the girls and servants were listening to Qiuniang's teaching in the hall Woolen cloth.
Holding hands, Fengjing and Mo Qing walked unhurriedly on the deserted corridor, when a man rushed out unexpectedly, Fengfeng was startled, and shrank away from Mo Qing.
Mo Qing touched the top of her head to comfort her, "It's payment."
Sure enough, it was Fu Xiang who suddenly fell to the ground with lightness kung fu. He walked over and wiped his eyes in disbelief when he saw a man and a woman so intimate in front of him.
Mo Qing had already asked, "Is there something wrong?"
"I, I, I..." Fu Xiang stammered, "Brother Mo, I didn't bring this girl out on purpose."
"En." Mo Qing's attitude was very cold.
Fu Xiang was not sure if he blamed himself, so he said cautiously: "I came to find Qiao Ling, but I didn't expect..."
Fu Xiang talked to Mo Qing, and Jing Jing didn't bother to intervene. Suddenly, a cat huddled by the wall attracted her attention. She let go of Mo Qing's hand, and Mo Qing saw that she was just squatting aside. After playing with the cat, I feel relieved that I don't care too much.
The corner of the wall was full of weeds, and Fengjing casually pulled a piece of dogtail grass to tease the cat. After a while, the cat meowed, perhaps feeling annoyed. It stood up from the ground and walked around the corner away.
Mo Qing, who never relaxed and stared at her, reminded, "Scenery, don't go far."
"Oh..." She agreed, and at the same time walked to the corner of the long corridor, leaning against the wall, bent down and stretched out her head to look, and just looking at it, she suddenly called out.
Soon, she was hugged from behind, Mo Qing covered her eyes, and whispered in her ear: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Fu Xiang, who followed, also saw the scene in front of him. Rao, the second village owner of Heifeng Village, was used to seeing strong winds and waves, so he couldn't help being surprised, "This is... what?"
The dim and desolate scene in front of me is different from the bright and gentle village separated by a wall. This is a desolate and desolate cemetery. The cemetery is not terrible. What's even more weird is that on each tombstone, there is a worn-out doll, some silk threads have fallen off, and the doll has fallen on the dirty ground.
On the cemetery where the wind blew, and even the weeds did not grow, another doll broke its thread and fell on the soil.