When the carriage drove back to Yeliang City, it was already late, the city was lit up with thousands of lights, the streets were full of traffic, and the roadside stalls were filled with steaming steamers.
Recalling what happened just now, several people still feel a little unbelievable.
Yan Feijue couldn't hold back his words the most, and started chattering: "Do you think it's true? Could it be that we were wrong? How could someone build the ladder so high?"
"That's not a ladder!" Hai Shisan reminded him dozens of times, "It's steps."
It's just too long, too high, and too magnificent. At a glance, it looks like a ladder built by gods.
"But that, that... what place is it? How could it be in the sky?" Yan Feijue asked in great bewilderment.
Hai Shisan glanced at Ji Mingxiu. He always felt that the young master should answer such a wise question, but the young master looked contemplative and clearly didn't hear what they said.
Hai Shisan cleared his throat and replied, "It's too high, reaching into the clouds."
This answer obviously failed to tickle the itch in Yan Feijue's heart: "I really should go and see, who can build the city so high, so high..."
Hai Shisan also wanted to see it, but it was getting dark at that time, and they didn't get out of the mountains as soon as possible, and when the sky became dark, they couldn't find the way back even if there was a sign.
"Next time." Hai Shisan said, thinking of something, then asked Yan Feijue, "How is your injury? Is it better?"
Yan Feijue touched the bitten neck, no pain anymore, and said: "It's all good."
Hai Shisan felt relieved, looked at Ji Mingxiu who was sitting in the front seat, and asked softly, "Young master...but are you thinking about little General Mu?"
"What do you want him to do?" Ji Mingxiu said casually. He really didn't think about Little General Mu. That guy is not someone like him. What happened has nothing to do with him. What he was thinking about was about Ye Luo. Along the way, something important was overlooked by him, and this feeling became more and more obvious when he saw the city today.
Soon, the carriage arrived at the palace.
Earlier on the day Mu Wangye refused to go to the Colosseum, Ji Mingxiu thought he was faking illness, so he went to visit him, only to find out that he really had a cold.
Ji Mingxiu visited him "filially" first, brought some local products bought from a street stall, and then walked back to Fangcui Garden.
When he reached the entrance of Fang Cuiyuan, he suddenly felt a strange and powerful aura. Although there was not much killing intent in this aura, it was so powerful that it made people instinctively shudder.
Ji Mingxiu's eyes turned cold, he clenched the God-breaking crossbow in his hand, and walked into the courtyard vigilantly. As a result, he saw a man in black armor flying around the courtyard with his little fat man in his arms.
Everyone stood in the yard with indescribable expressions.
Only Shiqi's complexion was a bit stinky, he thought that only he could hold Wang Shufei, but he couldn't beat that ghost king.
Ji Mingxiu walked to Qiao Wei's side: "What's the situation?"
Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows and said: "Ask your baby girl, I went out for a while, and she picked up a ghost king when I came back."
"Ghost king?" Ji Mingxiu frowned thickly. No wonder his aura was so strong. He took a deep look at the ghost king. If he was not mistaken, this should be the ghost king in the queen's hand. It took less than a month to achieve two successes, and not only healed, but also broke through. This talent is so good that it is frightening.
Such a powerful opponent was "picked up" by his daughter.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he probably wouldn't believe it.
"Where did you pick it up?" he asked.
Qiao Wei said: "The imperial palace was almost discovered by King Yeluo. Fortunately, I found an excuse to escape."
Thinking of something, Qiao Wei said again: "Is it the dead man we met before?"
"En." Ji Mingxiu nodded.
Although Qiao Wei had some guesses, she was shocked when she heard it from Ji Mingxiu: "My God, it's him? The old witch has put so much effort into him, and now he's become like this." , isn’t the old hag dying of anger?”
Ji Mingxiu said, "It's right to be mad."
Ghost King: "Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho!"
Do you like it
Wang Shu: "Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho!"
Fly so high!
The two are not on the same channel at all, but both of them feel good about themselves. There is no such a wonderful combination.
Seeing that the two of them were almost flying, Qiao Wei happened to have all the food in the kitchen ready, so Qiao Wei asked the Ghost King to come down: "Senior, it's time to eat."
The ghost king ignored her.
Qiao Wei thought for a while, then said, "His Royal Highness, it's time to eat."
The ghost king is down.
The corner of Qiao Wei's mouth twitched, so you old man can actually understand people's language, right? I still think the name of the senior is low...
When the family entered the house, needless to say, they, the juniors, stood on both sides "obediently", welcoming His Royal Highness the Ghost King into the house.
Seeing the ghost king holding Wangshu and walking in front of her arrogantly, Qiao Wei couldn't help but slander again, you little fat man, did you pick up a ghost king or an ancestor
Qiao Wei was actually a little worried that if Wang Shu felt too much personally, Jing Yun would feel unbalanced. In fact, Jing Yun was extremely balanced. Said that the person is very powerful, very powerful...
He, he, he can pick up a better one someday!
Jing Yun, who puffed out his small chest, clenched his small fists, and entered the room with a majestic expression.
At the level of the ghost king, the face of a dead soldier is very scary. After seeing the real face of Concubine Rong's concubine, Qiao Wei no longer expected the appearance of any ghost king.
It seems that Lord Ghost King doesn't want people to see his face, but he just pulled his helmet slightly to reveal his mouth.
Qiao Wei still couldn't help feeling a little emotional, she was chased to death by the ghost king last time, and now she is eating at the same table with the ghost king, tsk, life, life!
The ghost king didn't like to eat, he only drank sweet soup, and drank ten bowls.
After dinner, several people went back to their rooms.
Because she was always worried that the Ghost King was a time bomb, Qiao Wei placed him far away in the West Wing. This room could not be said to be isolated from the world. To get to the upper room, at least one needs to go through Hai Shisan , Yan Feijue and Shi Qi's house.
After the servants made the bed for the ghost king, the ghost king still hugged Wangshu and refused to let go.
Qiao Wei smiled slightly: "His Royal Highness, it's getting late, you should rest, and she should also rest. If you don't rest, you will not grow tall and your health will be poor."
The ghost king curled his lips, and reluctantly handed over the "daughter".
Qiao Wei hugged Wang Shu who was already dozing off, then turned and went back to the room.
Ji Mingxiu was already sitting in the room waiting for her, facing the direction of the door, looking at the door with a smile.
As soon as she crossed the threshold, she bumped into this charming smile, her little heart trembled slightly, and as if nothing had happened, she stuffed Wang Shu into the bed and put it next to Jing Yun who was already asleep.
I should... I didn't reveal my secrets.
"Then what..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, Ji Mingxiu hugged her horizontally into her arms, gave her a dangerous look, and put her on the soft bed as well.
Qiao Wei didn't dare to look into his eyes, lowered her eyes, and distracted him in a self-deceiving way: "Did you go to Manghuang Mountain today? What did you find? Have you found any new traces of the camp?"
Ji Mingxiu leaned down, covering most of her body, pinching her cold jaw with his slender fingertips: "Ming Ye has already recruited."
Qiao Wei's eyes flashed: "What are you recruiting? I didn't hit him on purpose, who told him to..." Shoot me
Ji Mingxiu approached her slowly, his warm breath fell on her lips lightly: "You know that's not what I care about."
Qiao Wei's lips warmed up suddenly: "But I made him like that."
The corners of Ji Mingxiu's lips twitched slightly: "If you do something wrong, you should be punished. A sister-in-law is like a mother. You should beat him up."
Qiao Wei always felt that this was a sweet trap, but as expected, he said, "The husband guides the wife, you have done something wrong, and I should punish you."
If someone else said this, Qiao Wei punched him, but when it came out of his mouth, the gentle and ambiguous tone, the gentle and ambiguous eyes made people feel hot for no reason.
"You, how do you want to punish?"
It can be said that it is very spineless not to refute whether it is wrong or right.
"Guard Qiao seems to be looking forward to it?" He asked with a half-smile.
Qiao Wei's eyes widened: "No!"
He smiled lightly: "I hurt my leg, I won't move below, the top is mine, okay?"
Qiao Wei blushed.
"Where to start? Here, here, or here?" He said ambiguously, his fingertips lightly passed over her hand, her plump body, and finally landed on her delicate lips.
Qiao Wei only felt that everything he touched was like being electrocuted. The electric current crackled and collided in her body, making her heart run away, and her whole body wanted to be crisp.
His thumb pressed lightly on her lips, and his fingertips opened her mouth, stirring her soft and fragrant little tongue.
Qiao Wei thought of some indescribable things the two of them had done, and her heart became hot, and she became emotional.
Ji Mingxiu let go of her, she was panting heavily, he lowered his head and smiled: "Do you want it?"
Qiao Wei's face was so red that it could bleed, she nodded nervously and expectantly.
Ji Mingxiu didn't take advantage of her this time, the corners of his lips curled up, and he pulled the quilt to cover her: "It's good for healing."
After finishing speaking, he got up in a smooth manner, and left the house without a trace of procrastination, leaving only the burning leader Qiao Gang, biting the quilt resentfully, wanting to cry but without tears.