Blue Fall, Yellow Spring and Jun Sui

Qi Wuyou stretched out his sleeve to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and said to Yu Ri, "Master Yu is here until Miss Qicheng wakes up, and Qi will go back and look at the herbs."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yu Ri, who waved his hand, "Prime Minister Qi just wait, Yu knows more about medicinal materials than you."

After finishing speaking, he still didn't forget to give Qi Wuyou the first meaningful look, turned his hands behind his back, walked out with a smile, and said while walking, "Prime Minister Qi is not young anymore, it's time to get married."

Qi Wuyou petrified in an instant and was messed up in the wind.

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After Qingcheng got out of the small building, she walked out of the capital city, found a quiet and deserted place, took out a piece of piccolo from her sleeve, took off one side of the veil, put the piccolo lightly on her lips, and played a little tune leisurely.

The sound of the flute is very sad, sad and beautiful.

In the sound of the flute, there is a trace of loneliness and sorrow, with a trace of sadness and struggle, which makes people cry.

The sound of the flute is sometimes ethereal, sometimes sonorous and powerful, moving clouds and flowing water, sometimes complaining and sighing, endlessly like a building.

It's true that this song should only exist in the sky, and it's rarely heard in the world.

After finishing the song, put away the piccolo, put on the veil, and stood up straight, with a slightly thin figure.

That figure, like a snow-white orchid at the bottom of a secluded valley, exudes alienation and loneliness from the bottom of his heart.

A figure gradually approached in the distance, Qingcheng glanced at that figure, then lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

That figure approached slowly, it was a woman in a bright red long dress, with large embroidered peonies on the cuffs, a few auspicious clouds drawn out by silver thread, she turned her body gently to spread out her long skirt, her gestures were like willows blowing in the wind graceful.

The woman saluted lightly, her eyebrows were like willow leaves in early spring, her face was like peach blossoms in March, with a hint of coquettish moonlight, her slender waist was graceful, and her red lips were slightly parted, "Master."

Qingcheng looked at the woman, not knowing what emotion she was in, and said lightly, "Yeying, this is you, have you thought about it?"

The woman stood up slowly and said with a half smile, "Master, I've made up my mind."

Half angry, half smiling, charming into three points, really smiling and charming.

Without making any expression, as if it was commonplace, Qingcheng looked at the woman in front of him and said, "Yeying, no, it should be a Gu doctor, staying by Xiao Qingcheng's side, I have wronged you..."

Ye Ying's complexion changed slightly, she put away her flirtatious attitude just now, and said, "How did you know?"

He still replied in a nonchalant manner, "Although you and I have known each other for many years, when Qingcheng first saw you, he guessed that you were not simple, it seems that it is so..."

Ye Ying snorted coldly, "It's indeed a grievance to be your subordinate, but I have gained a lot over the years. You have been poisoned since birth. If you hadn't been suppressed by 'Ningbi', you might have been poisoned already. You are dead, and, you and that young master Wushuang are close relatives, don't you, Xiao...Qing...Cheng...?"

Qingcheng was startled, her thin body trembled slightly, but she still said in a calm manner, "Then you should know, what is the result of hurting someone Xiao Qingcheng cares about?"

Yeying smiled enchantingly, raised her jade hand to cover her face lightly, "Hehehe... nothing but death, but do you think I will be afraid?"

Qingcheng's eyes turned cold, and there was a hint of sternness in his eyes, intertwined with that exile-like temperament, and the hand under his sleeve was tightly clenched, "Hehe, the majestic king of poisonous poison, of course he will not be afraid, but Xiao Qingcheng will not be afraid in his lifetime. , will definitely make you... life worse than death."

Dragons have reverse scales, wolves have dark thorns, touch them and you will be angry, peep them and you will die.

"Life is better than death?" He asked back, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he stared straight at Qingcheng, "Ye Ying only knows that as long as it is cherished by you, Xiao Qingcheng, I, Ye Ying, will destroy it."

"Why?" A trace of doubt flashed in Qingcheng's eyes, "I have never done anything to offend you, why do you have such hatred for me?"

Yeying suddenly laughed loudly until tears started to appear in her eyes, "You have never been sorry to me, but that person you have been sorry for, Xiao Qingcheng, if it wasn't for you, he wouldn't have died, he wouldn't have died!" At the end , the flower-like face is a bit hideous.

Hearing this, Xiao Qingcheng's tender body was shocked, and she took two steps back unconsciously, a trace of grief and remorse appeared in her usually calm eyes.

"It turned out that it was for him."

Seeing Xiao Qingcheng like this, Yeying was satisfied, she smiled seductively, stepped lightly on lotus steps, and gradually disappeared before her eyes.

Xiao Qingcheng, you should go to hell.

Xiao Qingcheng was still standing, facing the wind, his clothes fluttering slowly.

It's just that the breath around him is colder than before, adding a touch of loneliness and desolation. The white clothes and black silk flutter in the wind, adding a touch of desolate beauty to this ink painting.

At this moment Xiao Qingcheng only had scenes from the past floating in his mind, that handsome and clean but not ordinary boy, who often had a childish face and a smile that was three points brighter than the sun, but because he left early, even a No complete body was left behind.

Thinking that he was still attached to himself just before his death, Xiao Qingcheng's heart twitched slightly, with a dull throbbing pain.

Close your eyes, a drop of tears slipped by, submerged in the veil.

Why, it wasn't me who died?But let them leave me one by one.

Yang Qicheng gradually opened her hazy eyes, stretched slightly, got up, opened the door and walked out.

When he opened the door, his sleepy eyes gradually cleared up. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he followed his line of sight to see Qi Wuyou standing straight in the courtyard.

"Worriless!" Rubbing her eyes, Qicheng shouted.

Qi Wuyou was just thinking about something, when suddenly Yang Qicheng yelled, he hurriedly turned around, staggered, and was about to fall, Yang Qicheng hurried to help Qi Wuyou.

For a moment, both of them were stunned, time was frozen, Qi Wuyou looked at Yang Qicheng, his little face was even more rosy and pretty because he had just slept.

quiet around

"Seven seven."

A cold tone broke the silence, Yang Qicheng quickly let go, Qi Wuyou also stood up for a moment, took two steps back, the two of them looked back at the same time, only saw Xiao Qingcheng slowly approaching.

Yang Qicheng's small face turned red instantly, and even her earlobes were slightly red.

Xiao Qingcheng glanced at the two of them, and then said, "Prime Minister Qi, since Qi Qi is awake, take us to see the medicinal materials!"