After the two left, there were two men in the attic preparing to get up. One of them was very handsome and well-dressed. He smiled and asked the attendant on the side: "Is this what you said Qingli?"
Fang Yi agreed: "It's true that her parents are the saints of Yu Jiao, and Yu Chen taught her martial arts since she was a child. It can be said to be intimate. Now the person in his heart is Qingli." The man hated him and said: "Yes, with her, this king can't take that Yu Chen down if he doesn't believe me, let's go! Keep up."
Qingli had already walked to the door of his house, but remembered that the sword he had ordered to build was made today, so he summoned Lianye to go back and fetch it together. This turn of the head was the beginning of an endless nightmare.
"Aye, let's hurry up, it's getting late, I'm a little flustered, I don't know what's wrong."
Qingli said, Lianye patted Qingli's back, and said as she walked: "The lady must have worn less clothes yesterday, for fear of catching a cold, the maidservant went back to give the lady a bowl of hot ginger soup to drive away the cold."
After saying that, the two of them also accelerated their pace. When they walked to the house, the lantern that was supposed to be hung by the door went out. There was no sound in the courtyard, and they could not help but palpitate. They pushed open the door vigorously, and the scene in front of them But it made her unable to move for half a step.
There were corpses everywhere, and there was a piano in front of the main hall. A man sat in front of the case, composing a song of infinite tenderness, and said: "Young girl, you are back, this king is waiting here. How long, how is this meeting ceremony, are you still satisfied?"
With that said, there was a beautiful smile at the corner of her mouth. Lian Ye covered her mouth. She was frightened and tears kept falling. She couldn't make a sound and she had to stare at her eyes. Qingli was expressionless at this time and only asked faintly. A sentence: "My parents, where are you?"
Mo Mirage's hands did not stop, the tune turned into a sad and sad voice, hovering in Qingli's ear, he smiled: "Yes, this king has forgotten, come here, invite the young girl's parents to come up. "
After that, I saw two dark guards dragging a corpse, and the blood flowed continuously along the trail until it was placed in front of Mo Mirage. At this time, Qingli's parents were like two dying fishes. , Motionless, Qing Li slowly walked forward, squatted down, and raised his hand to caress the two cheeks.
His hands were shaking uncontrollably, and he slowly closed his parents' eyes. When he got up, he looked only at Mo Mirage's eyes. Two lines of clear tears slipped down. There was no brilliance in his eyes, and he said quietly, "Why? .. .." There are only two simple words, and there is no more to say, Mo Mirage looked up at Qingli, and was stunned for a moment. The woman in front of her was cold and pure, like the spring water in the mountain stream.
Mo Mirage stopped playing the piano with his hands, stood up, and sighed: "Naturally, it is for this king. How can I invite you to the young lady if you don't remove the saint?"
Mo Xun approached, Qingli had to back up, and suddenly turned to Lian Ye, who had already been paralyzed on the ground, and shouted, "Aye, go! Go tell Achen, you go! Go!"
Lianye seemed to have recovered a little bit, and stood up tremblingly, and said vaguely: "The slave and maidservant go to the son, miss, wait for me, wait for me..."
After that, he ran out. Li Yi, who was beside Mo Mirage, said anxiously: "Master, go and chase her back." Mo Mirage waved his hand and said, "No, let her go. The king who saves me will have to go there in person. ."
Turning to look at Qingli, she saw her face as gray as death, and she looked at herself resentfully and said, "You will be condemned by the heavens. Even if I die, I will appear in your dreams day after day, disturbing you!" As if he heard a big joke, Mo Mirage said, "Why would I let you die? If you die, what else will the king use to threaten Mo Mirage, isn't it, young girl?"
Qingli was anxious, but before he could speak, his eyes became black and unconscious.
Inside Mowang Mansion
Qingli had a splitting headache, and was about to call Lian Ye, but remembered that this was not his home, opened his eyes, slowly got up, remembering the appearance of his parents' tragic death, and couldn't help feeling stunned.
The door squeaked open, Mo Wei stood with his hands behind him, and behind him was Lian Ye who thought he would never see each other again. Qing Li couldn't help looking at Lian Ye with disheveled hair and blood on his face. Sobbed: "Aye, Aye..."
Lian Ye crossed Mo Xun and walked in front of Qing Li with a trembling body. Qing Li hastily reached out to hold her and said, "Who is it, who beat you like this? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not good, I shouldn't let you go. ."
Lian Ye shook her head, stroked Qingli's hand, mourning, and wept: "Miss, son, no longer a son, the slave and maidservant went to look for him, but he said that he didn't know the slave and the slave was beaten out. ."
Lian Ye took a deep breath and continued: "Later, the slave and maid talked about the young lady, but the son unexpectedly said that he didn't know anything about Qingli. His eyes were full of murderous intent, and the slave was afraid, so he could only return to look for the lady."
Qingli's eyes were full of disbelief, and he kept saying: "Impossible, Achen, is it Qing Shang? How can he, how can he..."
Mo Xiang sighed: "Oh, it seems that you are nothing in his heart anymore. What a pity, what a pity." Qingli's eyes were nothing but silence, but his mouth was still muttering: "He doesn't remember anymore, Ah Ye ,What should I do."
Mo Mirage clapped his hands, and raised Lian Ye and threw it to the guard outside the door, saying, "Take this little maid down to heal, otherwise, the young girl's heart will hurt. Haha"
Qing Li said bitterly: "Don't fake compassion, people like you have no intentions at all!"
Mo Mirage stepped forward and grabbed Qingli's neck, exerting enough strength in his hands, Qingli's tears continued to fall, one by one on Mo Mirage's hands, he hesitated, he should have let this useless woman just like this The one who died, but slowly let go of his hand at this time, Qingli was busy stroking his chest, breathing non-stop, and Mo mirage said angrily: "You give this king a point!"
Qingli only kept calling Yu Chen's name, and again and again, she, who was already in tears, was struggling to crawl outside the house. Mo mirage squatted in front of her, pinched her chin, and said : "If you don't want your little maid to die too quickly, just stay here, don't think of death!"
Having said that, he waved his sleeves and left the house, and when he walked to the main hall, seeing Li Yi waiting here, he said, "It's time to act. How are your arrangements?"
Li Yi bowed his head and said: "It was the negligence of his subordinates. Last night, he sent a dark guard to spy. Unexpectedly, they all died in Yu Jiao Jiao. I heard this morning that Yu Chen seemed to have gone crazy and killed the Jiao Jiao. People are not in the minority, maybe he remembered the young girl?"
Mo Mirage took a sip of tea, and said: "That's right, this king was still thinking about how to deal with that woman before, but now it's useful, you go and arrange it properly. It seems that you want to take the head of Yu Chen's Xiangshang. It’s not that difficult, haha!"
At this time, the laughter was trembling. The horror of a person has nothing to do with the means or personality, but the person, who is unintentional.
At this time, Qingli fell on the cold floor of the house, like an immobile wooden sculpture, his eyes looked outside the house, but the blue sky looked like endless darkness. The breeze blew over the branches, making noises, and the green leaves slowly falling. Entering the room, staying on Qingli hair, she closed her eyes.
Since I can't see that day, that cloud, I just want to be with the dust, and if I am covered with my heart, there will be no more sorrow, quietly recalling the bright smile, which has quietly passed away, and the sorrow is greater than the death of my heart, and let the wind Take away everything, including, all love...