The sky is high and the water is green, and the flowers and plants are fragrant.
A four-wheeled carriage was walking slowly on the mountain road, creaking and creaking.
"—I said, at least you have to tell me, where are we going?"
The person who asked the question was a little girl with low brows and pleasing eyes, with a sad face - Gu Qingqiao.
"Hmph, as long as you follow me, it doesn't matter where you go?"
With disdainful eyes and defiant eyes, the one who answered was the legendary evildoer—Skylu Zizhengsang, who is uncomfortable if you don't scold him.
Ugh.
Qing Qiao sighed and looked around sadly.
In this rickety carriage, there were two other beauties sitting: Lu Zizheng was enjoying himself, relaxed and happy, while Shao Yi was full of resentment, and he refused to even look at her.
Strange, I didn't do anything? He has been serving the little prince with good food and drink, for fear that he will be wronged in the slightest. It's just that I accidentally said a few days ago that I had eaten Yuanxiao in the middle of the night and I didn't have an appetite for dinner, so the little Zhengtai's face has been stinking until now.
Alas, don't guess the boy's mind, you can't figure it out after guessing.
"Where does Sister Ding Ding want to go most?"
Lu Zizheng turned his head suddenly, and the flickering lights and shadows were projected on the center of his face, which made people's heart skip a beat.
"Me?" Qing Qiao was taken aback, then said subconsciously, "I want to go home... no, I want to go to Shangqing Temple!"
Recently, Shao Yi has begun to eat regularly, and her complexion has improved a lot. She guessed that Di Ling's whereabouts are hopeful, and planned to have a briefing with Master Kong Kong first, and maybe have another brainstorming session.
.
"—Why do you want to go to the temple?" Lu Zizheng raised his eyebrows, the joy on his face faded, "Could it be because there are monks there?"
"Hahaha..." Qing Qiao stammered with three black lines hanging on his face, "Is it because there is a monk there..."
"My good sister, you like people with short hair, and you don't like it that way!" Lu Zizheng interrupted her abruptly, with a sign on his face that the storm was about to come, "—besides, it's not every day." All the monks shaved their heads!"
yeah? Qing Qiao was stunned, Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, not sure why he said that, so he had no choice but to agree: "Yes, what the hero said is very true."
But I couldn't help thinking, oh my god, is there still a monk with long hair fluttering in this world
Lu Zizheng sighed, patted her on the shoulder magnanimously, and a faint shadow flashed in his eyes: "As a human being, you should take a long-term view and broaden your vision!"
Qing Qiao nodded hastily, for fear of disobeying this perverted hero.
"Come on, tell Brother Dangdang, who are you still thinking about?" Lu Zizheng began to be persuasive again.
"Well, I...I miss Dongxi very much." Qing Qiao had a mournful face, and suddenly remembered something, and her pupils lit up, "By the way, there is also Meow, where did you get my Meow? ?!"
Lu Zizheng burst out laughing: "Do you still remember? I thought you had forgotten about this little meatball."
Qing Qiao glanced at him: "You still haven't done it for me to see? Could it be..." She suddenly remembered something, her face turned pale, and she tightly squeezed Lu Zizheng's wrist: "Could it be that Miao Miao was stoned to death? "
Lu Zizheng touched the nine-turn voiceless bell in her hand, glanced sideways at Shao Yi, turned his head and whispered comfortingly: "Good boy, as long as you wear this bracelet, Miao Miao will definitely appear again."
Qing Qiao listened in a cloud of mist, and received Shao Yi's prying eyes from time to time, so she could only shut her mouth resentfully.
At noon, Lu Zizheng settled them on a hillside, said that he was going to prepare some food, and told them not to leave the carriage
.
"...you like him?" Looking at Lu Zizheng's leaving figure, Shao Yi suddenly spoke, his face was calm, without any disturbance.
"Me?" Qing Qiao turned her head in surprise and joy—after so many days, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was finally willing to speak to her.
She waved her hand and explained seriously: "No, he's just a friend of mine, or...a benefactor!"
In any case, the Nine Turns Qingyin Bell was obtained from him, and if he could really go home, he would not only have three points of credit but also one point of hard work.
"... If you don't like him, why are you willing to abandon everything and wander the world with him?" Shao Yi asked again, with a strange light on his face.
Yeah yeah yeah
Qing Qiao's jaw almost dropped when he heard that: "I didn't... I went with him only because I couldn't beat him, and you were kidnapped by him too..."
"If he dies, will you be sad?" Shao Yi lowered his eyelids, and there was a fleeting sharp light in his pupils.
ah
Qing Qiao stared blankly at the young man in front of her.
Will the demon man die? This is something she never thought of. Although she didn't have any special feelings for him, he can be counted as a quarter of her benefactor. If he dies one day in the future, this...
"—You can't bear him." Shao Yi looked at her for a while, and then quietly concluded his words, his tone extremely calm.
"... People, human life should not be taken lightly, Your Highness, it's better not to make such jokes." Qing Qiao laughed a bit awkwardly.
Today's wife is too weird, she thought.
Shao Yi pursed his lips slightly, turned his head and looked outside the carriage, his gaze far away: "You don't have to have illusions about him, just now was the last time you saw each other."
"What are you talking about, Your Highness? Could it be that you have a fever?" Qing Qiao walked up to him and reached out to touch his forehead.
"Ah!" She screamed, her wrist was pinched tightly, and it hurt.
Shao Yi looked into her eyes and said deeply: "... Chunjiao, I gave you a chance, don't blame me
. "
Then he took her hand and jumped to the hillside outside.
The sun was shining brightly, splashing lightly on the vegetation, standing on the slope and looking down, Qing Qiao was already dumbfounded.
The foot of the mountain was full of heavily armed soldiers, and a sea of people surrounded the small hillside, densely packed like smoke and dust, coming in a turbulent and unpredictable manner.
Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, and it seemed to be completely dark.
There are so many people, everyone is holding a bow in their hands, the arrow is on the string, ready to go.
And the target of each arrow seems to be... her.
Surging waves hit the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. Standing on the top of the cloud, she felt as if she was a small boat on the top of a sea of people.
Fluffy, insignificant.
"Chunjiao, do you have anything to say?" Shao Yi let go of her, with a serious face and flying long hair.
say what? what can I say? With such a grand momentum, do you want me to jump up and down and greet the sky and shout "How are you friends on the other side of the mountain? Please wave your light sticks!"
She smiled wryly, and her eyes drifted out along the group of archers.
Then she saw him.
At the end of the group of archers, on Zuo Qing, he raised his head and looked at them from afar.
Brocade clothes and belts, yushu facing the wind, an all-too-familiar figure. He is still so domineering, with a haughty look in his eyes, as if he is sitting on the Three Thousand Worlds.
"... Escort Duan Yu came late, and was ordered by His Majesty to arrest the traitor Du Chunjiao!"
When she heard his weak voice, she felt her throat tightened, and she vaguely saw butterflies flying in front of her eyes, fading away, and she couldn't see the light.
"...Regardless of life or death, whoever catches it will be rewarded!"
As soon as the wind blew, the words blurred and melted.
Not even an echo left
.
"slow!"
Suddenly someone waved his hand and stopped the thousands of troops who were about to burst the dike: "—she doesn't know martial arts, so you don't need to go to war."
Qing Qiao turned her head in a daze, and found that it was Shao Yi who spoke.
He was looking at her with complicated eyes, with countless clues, like pity, and sadness.
"Follow me down obediently! If there is less resistance now, in the future..." He hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "...there will be less pain in the future."
Then he directly took Qing Qiao's hand, walked across the mountain road in full view, and came to the front of the archers.
That only takes a few minutes.
But for Lu Qingqiao, it has been longer than a century.
As soon as the two of them reached the front of the arrow formation, soldiers rushed forward and pulled Qing Qiao away from Shao Yi abruptly.
Push, shove, pull, mercilessly.
Shao Yi stood there quietly, a little dazed.
"Your Highness is frightened!" A soldier knelt beside him to plead guilty, trembling.
However, he didn't hear anything. He just stared blankly at the girl's back going away, and watched her petite body being held up by the soldiers, walking forward step by step.
He noticed that she glanced back, but not at him.
At that moment, her face was like a mist, with an expression that made people unable to see clearly, it was as light as a layer of smoke, and it dissipated as soon as it was touched.
He raised his palm—her hand was still here just now, he remembered the touch, soft, smooth, with a faint fragrance.
She is so delicate, she must not be able to endure hardship.
As he thought silently, his heart suddenly tightened, gray aura surged from all directions, and dust flew up.
Gu Qingqiao was escorted in front of Zuo Qing
.
Duan Yu was still sitting on the horse, condescending, with an indifferent expression, as if he didn't recognize her at all.
"Du Chunjiao, are you convicted?"
This was the first sentence he asked her, his face was expressionless, only two dark fires were reflected in the waves of his eyes, shining with a cold light.
—He was completely planning to deny her.
The horror was like crushed snow, and it hit the sky and covered the sky, the cold was piercing to the skin, and it came so quickly that even the air was frozen.
Looking at the alienated man in front of him, Gu Qingqiao felt very frightened, his eyes began to heat up, scalding hot, and the eye sockets were so hot that they hurt.
"If you want to commit a crime, why don't you have excuses?" With a pale face, she bit her lower lip lightly.
"You don't have anything to say to me?" Duan Yu raised his eyebrows, his eyes piercingly pierced into her dilated pupils.
After thinking for a moment, she finally raised her face and forced a smile at him.
"... Long time no see, my lord, you are still such an asshole!"
This time Duan Yu's gift to Qing Qiao was a cold prison.
Absolutely cold, absolutely icy, and absolutely empty.
In the dark and confined space, there is only a narrow stone bed covered with a thin layer of straw, and a dark quilt is placed on the head of the bed. The cold wind that came from nowhere kept passing by her side, huh-huh-
Frozen in place for a long time, Qing Qiao didn't know what to do.
"Grass, grass, straw mat..." She stared dumbfounded at the "furniture" in front of her, "Black, black, black heart cotton..."
She seemed to be able to see that there were countless Xiaoqiang and Xiaomite rolling happily and freely in this space; she could even imagine the conversation between them greeting each other——Xiaomite flatteringly said: "Hey, Brother Qiang, recently Okay? You are a big star in our insect world!" Xiaoqiang sighed, and his tone was very deep: "Oh, busy! Recently, I have to go to Zhou Xingxing's house to make a show every day, day and night just to make a living. Brother, to tell you the truth, being a worm is hard, and being a famous worm in the entertainment industry is even more difficult!"
—oh, no~~~~~~~ Don’t do this, you can’t do this
! How had she, who was always spoiled, ever seen such a battle? With a deflated mouth, he burst into tears on the spot: "Author, you pervert, do you have to torture me like this?"
As soon as the words fell, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, crackling!
Trembling, she quickly jumped to the stone bed and squatted up in fright, looking up in a dazed state of incomparable comfort: "Ah, how lucky I am! Not only can I meet countless beautiful men here, but I can also visit thousands of beautiful women for free. Years ago in the sky prison, life is like this, what more can I ask for! Alas!"
After finishing speaking, he quickly picked up a stone, and carved a line of words on the stone wall obliquely - "resolutely learn from Ye Ting's spirit, and vow to pass through the prison!"
The thunder in the sky hummed twice, and finally fell silent.
So dangerous, so dangerous, she secretly let out a breath and wiped off her sweat.
Suddenly hearing footsteps approaching the cell, she quickly jumped out of bed and stood by the door neatly.
There were two people who came, an old man with white eyebrows, and a young man in fine clothes.
"Du Chunjiao, are you guilty?" The old man glared at her as soon as he entered the door, his voice was sharp, and he wished to cut her into pieces.
Here we go again, are you annoying? Why does everyone ask this sentence when they meet? Qing Qiao rolled her eyes and said angrily, "I know, I know! What crime do you want to punish me for? Improper bodyguards? Kidnapping and trafficking? Or fleeing privately with the national treasure?"
The white-browed old man didn't expect her to be so bold, his beard trembled in anger, and he raised his eyebrows: "You, you witch! How dare you betray the imperial court and collude with the Demon Cult! Thinking about the strict deployment in the valley that day, you can still be on our side! He snatched the prince away under his nose, and said! What kind of sorcery did you use? What is your intention?"
Ah, "witch"? What a glorious name, in ms martial arts novels, you usually have to be a super beautiful woman to be entitled to be called that. Qing Qiao was a little intoxicated, so she tossed her hair cooperatively, and said in a very sexy way: "Oh, don't you know? People in our business must have professional ethics. The so-called doing what you do and loving what you do, how can professional secrets be taken lightly?" Leaked outside?"
The white-browed old man shook his body and began to imitate Xizi holding his heart. He probably spit out blood from his anger.
"Prime Minister."
The handsome young man in Chinese clothes suddenly spoke, his tone was extremely calm
.
"Go and wait outside, I want to have a few words with this young lady alone."
"My lord!" the white-browed old man panicked, "This, this is not right! This witch is probably a spy sent by the demon sect, if she knows witchcraft..."
The young man waved his hand with a slightly impatient expression on his face.
The white-browed old man stopped talking, turned around and prepared to leave.
"Prime Minister!" Qing Qiao was afraid that the old man would not remember her position once she left, so she hurriedly called out affectionately: "As a witch, I solemnly prophesy to you that in the future your family will produce a unparalleled hero! He He has the same white eyebrows as you, and he also has absolutely wonderful and romantic skills. When people mention him, they will all praise him——dao, what kind of sword is it? Gold silk big ring sword! Sword, what kind of sword is it? Shame lightsaber! Move, what kind of move..."
However, the white-browed old man left after all, without even looking at her.
Qing Qiao sat down resentfully on the stone bed, pouted and said nothing.
There was a dead silence in the dungeon.
"Little Qiao." The young man in fancy clothes knelt down to look at her, smiling like a spring breeze, "Are you angry with me?"
"How dare I?" Qing Qiao raised one eye to look at him, gritted her teeth, and said loudly, "Duan, Wang, Lord!"
"—I'm really angry." Duan Yu's face was as gentle as I expected, "Little Qiao, I don't recognize you today, it's for your own good..."
"All right, all right." Qing Qiao waved her hand, very magnanimous, "I know you don't want to expose my identity in front of the prince, you have to worry about the feelings of many people... It's okay, it's okay, you hurry up and find a chance to let me go gone."
"... I'm afraid, I can't." Duan Yu took a step back, looked at her, and shook his head slightly.
"Duan, what do you mean?" Qing Qiao stood up abruptly, telling her intuitively that something was really different.
"—You once told me that you have five red dots on your hand, which are plum blossom seals that you see once in a hundred years."
He stared at her arm, and said lightly: "Now that things have happened, do you really think it's just an ordinary birthmark?"