Mo Mirage stood quietly behind Qingli, seeing the bright red on her hair bun, which made her so attractive. He wanted to reach out to touch the black hair, but he could only froze in the air.
The warmth in the hut is strong, and there is no half of the winter cold. Mo Wei's cold voice came, "If you like it, it is better for me to ask Renzhi to leave Ningdian."
Qing Li's expression was cold and sensible, "Well, it's a pity that the hall is already a mess now." Mo Wei smiled tiredly, and slowly said, "Didn't I have people repaired? What else are you dissatisfied with? "
She interrupted sharply, and the sentence between her teeth was as cold as broken ice, "How dare I be dissatisfied, you are the emperor, the most noble symbol in this Southern Wind City, and you can say nothing to disregard your intentions."
There was a strong anger in Mo Mirage's eyes, and he said bitterly: "I don't want to quarrel with you here today. These few days are really exhausted. Can't you be considerate and considerate of me?"
Qingli thought it was funny, "Well, I'll just be obedient, and I will do whatever you say in the future. Is this good?"
Mo Mirage sighed long, "Fine, go back to the temple first, I will have someone send these red lotuses to you tonight."
Qingli lowered his head for a moment, with a calm breath. Without speaking, Lian Ye looked very sad from one side, but then changed his mind. If Mo Mirage knew that the red lotus was all because of Yu Chen...
She shook her head quickly, and felt terrible just thinking about it. Qingli saw that something was wrong with her, and said anxiously: "What's wrong with you, Ah Ye? Are you uncomfortable?"
Lian Ye said with a frown, "The slave girl is fine, just thinking about this red lotus, if it is moved back to the temple, will it not survive."
Qingli looked at her expression, and Yuemo could understand what she meant. He sighed in a daze, and said, "Otherwise, let's live a good life here. I want to see it in person in the future."
Mo Mirage came forward, put his arm around Qing Li's shoulder, and said faintly: "Qing Li." But she was hesitant to speak, she said "Um".
His gentle eyes were locked on Qing Li's body, his mouth was close to Qing Li's ear, and he slowly said in a very small voice: "Do you want to leave the palace?"
Qing Li frowned, her palms were slightly cold, and she was in a cold sweat. "What do you mean?" Mo Mirage said coldly, "Don't be crooked, I just want to take you outside the palace."
Lian Ye also heard these words, her face was joyful, and her Qingli expression was as sad as the reflection of a weeping willow, "Okay..."
This simple word contains many complicated emotions in it. Qingli did not return to Ning Temple, but went directly to Nanxiang Temple with Mo Mirage. She paced slowly in. After a few months, this place was already extremely strange to herself.
Lian Ye followed Qing Li with a worried expression. Mo Mirage dismissed the people in the temple and walked straight to the closet made of ebony wood. Qing Li immediately followed. There was a faint fragrance coming, which smelled very good. .
He stretched out his hand to open the cabinet, and there were two sets of folk clothes inside. Qingli was still curious, and Mo Mirage threw one of the water-red ones to her, "Go and change it."
Lian Ye hurriedly took it from Qing Li. She leaned to the side of the screen, but Mo Mirage snorted and smiled, "I've seen your body all over, it's still so naive."
Qing Li resisted the grief and hatred in his heart, and gently took off the Chinese dress. Lian Ye put on this regular dress for her, but it was very suitable for her upper body, like a specially made one.
After both of them had changed their clothes, Mo Mirage blew the whistle. After a while, several guards came in, frightening Qing Li. She hadn't seen these guards since entering the palace. .
It's not unsurprising that Mo Mirage appeared suddenly at this time. Mo Mirage turned to Lianye and said, "You just stay in this Nanxiang Hall. If there is anything in the palace, just go to Uncle Xian."
Lian Ye said hesitantly: "Miss, the slave girl wants to be with you." Qing Li thought for a while before slowly saying: "I'm fine, so many guards are following, don't worry."
An hour later, the two of them were already on the busiest street in Nanfeng City. Qingli looked at the bustling crowd around him, and the feeling of such a long absence made him feel a trace of sadness.
The dark guards silently guarded the place they couldn't see. Mo Mirage took her hand, very cold, and said in a slight self-blame: "Is the clothes I gave you too cold?"
When the cold wind blew, her eyes were slightly red, and she said, "No." He walked slowly, and the two of them were like the most ordinary couple in the world at this moment.
When passing by a tea stall, Qing Li froze. Her expression was a little dull. It was the conversation of a few people on a table that stimulated her.
"I heard that Yu Jiao has risen recently."
"Isn't it? The king has begun to take various preventive measures."
"Hey, think about the master Yu Chen, how awe-inspiring he was, but he ended up in a sad end."
"That's what deserves it, take the blame, who made him kill so many people."
Mo Mirage had already noticed that there was something wrong with Qing Li, so he hurriedly looked sideways, an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes, and he frowned slightly, "Qing Li, don't listen anymore."
There was despair in her eyes, and her throat overflowed with a choked sob, "Why are you taking me out, don't you know how uncomfortable I am after hearing this?"
He took Qing Li's shoulders, led her forward, and said, "You can't forget him like that? It's just a small piece of gossip in the city that can make you feel sad? You put me on. where!"
This sentence was so loud that everyone around them turned their eyes to look at the two of them, and Mo Mirage stopped speaking in embarrassment.
Until he walked into a small alley, he pushed Qingli's body heavily against the stone wall, but Qingli didn't seem to feel the pain. Mo Mirage hit her face with a punch, and the hard rock cut Mo On the face of the mirage, blood flowed down the narrow wall.
Qingli frowned, her expression very painful, her heart was instantly covered in ice and snow, "Why, want to kill me?"
A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Mo Mirage's mouth, "No, how can I be willing, you are my Qingli."
She closed her eyes and didn't want to look at his face again. She didn't hear his voice for a long time. Then she opened her eyes, but she called out with a cry of "Ah," she was actually standing in front of her.
She looked around in a panic. Except for the blood stains on the wall, there was no trace of a mirage in the other places. She looked at the person in front of her in panic, "Weisheng? Why are you here, this? What exactly is going on?"
Weisheng smiled as usual, plain and calm, and he slowly said: "What is important about these? The most important thing now is how to take you to Yujiao."
Qingli's face was already full of incredible, "Where is Mo Mirage? Where did he go?" Weisheng said with a brisk smile, "I have sent him to a safe place, and the dark guard didn't find it."
She was a little frightened in her heart and hesitated, "You, what are you here to do..." Weisheng clasped her hands, as if looking at Qingli carefully, she was seen as a little uncomfortable.
"Didn't you always want to leave him? Now that you have a chance, are you hesitating?" He said coldly. Qing Li took a deep breath, "There have been so many things happening in this moment, please let me settle down and say it again."
However, he raised his hand slightly, Qing Li looked down, and there was a faint blue light flashing on his palm, and the palm without any lines reflected the light. It was as bright as a bright jade, and a strange smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth , He raised his hand and dangled from Qingli's eyes.
Before she could say anything, she fainted in front of her, Weisheng stretched out her hand to embrace her slender waist, Qingli's head hung on his broad shoulders, but the light on Weisheng's hand spread, until the second The people made a circle.
When there were more passers-by, the alley was empty. Qingli felt pain all over her body. She opened her eyes, but the surrounding area was pitch black. She slowly got up, and every step she took was like stepping on a cloud.
She tried hard to see the road ahead, but she was helpless. She just fell to the ground, but she was in the air. She screamed, her body was falling rapidly...
She opened her eyes abruptly, and the cold sweat spreading over her head wet the hair on her forehead, she sat up, panting for air, and when she came back a little bit, she raised her head to look around.
At this moment, she was lying in a sea of flowers, endless, the sky was clear blue, and there were many fallen flowers standing beside her, and she stood up in awe.
Reaching out to take the slowly falling blue petals, she almost suspected that it was a dream. She curled her hands up hard, and there was a slight pain of nails piercing into the skin. It seemed that this was reality, but she changed her mind again. , Isn't this falling flower a tree from the West Bridge of Li Jin, and how can it be here
She paced slowly, there seemed to be someone walking in the distance, and she called out: "Hey! Is there anyone!" The person seemed to have disappeared. Qingli's doubts were dazzling, so she stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyes before opening again. When it opened, one person was already standing in front of him.
Wei Sheng looked at Qing Li with a smile on her face, but her expression was extremely plain. Although there were doubts in her eyes, she did not want to speak again. He was wearing a dark robe at the moment, almost covering his entire body.
Qing Li stared into his eyes. This person was obviously a microbe, but he always felt that something was wrong. He gently opened his lips and said, "Qing Li, do you think this place is beautiful?"
She was a little uncomfortable. This was the first time Weisheng called her own name. She used to respectfully call her "Niang Niang". She looked up at the blue sky again, and then realized that there was no wind here. However, it is even slightly warm.
It's definitely not South Wind City, this place where everything is recovering like spring, is about to melt her heart, Qingli nodded, still couldn't help asking, "Beauty is beautiful, but I always feel that something is wrong. Where is it here?"
Wei Sheng stretched out his arms, his broad black robe made his figure increasingly stalwart, and a soft voice came, "This is Yu Jiao."
Qing Li's eyes widened, but the person in front of him took a deep breath and said coldly: "Welcome back, Qing Li."