Tsing Yi Dance: Apricot Blossom Sky Shadow

"That's not me, so I won't have that... memory..."

Tsing Yi's last words were cut off by the image in his brain. He always thought that he would never recall the memory of Feng Yunqing again, after all, he is not him.

But intermittent images began to appear in his mind, and the incoherent feeling made him almost want to knock his brain open, tearing out those images and reassembling them.

"Qing'er, you have to remember that you are the crown prince of the Feng family and the emperor of the future No. 18th generation. You must keep this letter safe and open it in a safe place! Also, Qing'er, take good care of your younger sister. From now on, you will depend on each other for life!"

A woman in a bright yellow and vermilion costume, with a crumbling phoenix crown on her head, looked at the child named Qing'er with a look of reluctance, and a milky little girl stood beside her, innocent and innocent. smiling.

As soon as the picture turned, a young man was lying on a wooden bed in a dark room, and a man covered his face with a black veil, with only his eyes exposed, was burning dozens of silver needles, drawing on his back like embroidery, kneeling on the bed The girl with the head was sobbing non-stop, wiping the sweat off the boy's face.

The scorching pain from the needle point piercing the skin seemed to allow Tsing Yi to experience the scene through memory. He hugged his head in pain and fell to the table, but the memory in his mind was like a slide cut into the raging fire. stop calling.

"Brother, save me! Brother, save me!"

The woman in the phoenix crown, the girl in the fire, and the boy in the dark room who was stabbed on Tianhe's suicide note, the three faces merged together and slowly overlapped, it was so imaginable.

"Ah~~~ Mother, it's my fault, I didn't take good care of my sister! Ah~~~"

Tsing Yi, who was suffering from a splitting headache, was stopped by Jun Mohan in his arms. He had no idea what he said as he was struggling with his head in his arms, and Jun Mohan, who was holding him, was shocked and almost couldn't stand up.

Who is the person in his arms?Is it Tsing Yi?Or Feng Yunqing?Isn't Feng Yunqing dead?

While Jun Mohan was in a daze, Tsing Yi had already broken free from his embrace, swept the tea set on the table to the ground, and staggered to the ground full of debris.

After hearing the news, Yingniao broke in and brought back Jun Mohan's thoughts. Seeing that Tsing Yi was about to fall into the rubble, Jun Mohan hugged Tsing Yi and rolled to the side, successfully making Tsing Yi avoid it. However, his right arm was scratched seven or eight times.

"Master!" Shadow Bird rushed over nervously.

Jun Mohan waved his hand, pinched the back of Tsing Yi's neck lightly with his fingers, and Tsing Yi immediately fell silent.

"I'm fine, what's going on with Shaoqing?"

"Report to the leader, Gu Hufa has gone out, and he said that he has something to look for him in Wanhualou!"

Yingniao touched his nose in embarrassment. In fact, if he was not afraid of Xiang'er scolding him, he would also like to go to Wanhualou with Gu Shaoqing to have a look.

"Well~ Don't worry about him! As long as he doesn't use his internal injuries, it's fine, and let him do the rest!"

Jun Mohan hugged Tsing Yi horizontally, he still has a lot of problems here, but he has no time to comfort others' heartache.

But Yingniao responded, but didn't intend to leave.Jun Mohan sighed helplessly, "Say! I don't have time to waste!"

Yingniao touched his nose, hesitated for a moment and said, "Well, Yasui hasn't come back yet!"

Although he wanted An Jing to never come back, but for Mr. Tsing Yi, alas!In the end, it was their leader who was unhappy, and he and Xiang'er were the ones who were unlucky, so he had better say it earlier!

Jun Mohan nodded, although he also hoped that this was Anjing's self-knowledge, but he knew that Anjing would never leave so easily. "Leave him alone!"

Yingniao responded, and suddenly turned his gaze to the bed behind Jun Mohan.Jun Mohan also followed Yingniao's gaze and turned around to look back, only to see that Mo Ling woke up at some point, looking at this side with tears in his eyes.

"Shadow Bird, let Xiang'er come over!"

Jun Mohan glanced at Xiaoshizi, gave Yingniao a word, and walked out with Tsing Yi in his arms.

Without Tsing Yi, he might hate Mo Ling like Shaoqing. Although the Mo family didn't intend to kill the Jun family at the beginning, the Jun family died for the Mo family. Jun Mohan didn't think that his family deserved to be the Feng family. Funeral.

After Jun Mohan left with Tsing Yi in his arms, Mo Ling got up from the bed.In fact, he woke up for a while, and he heard some of what Jun Mohan and Tsing Yi said, but he didn't speak.

Scanning around the room, there was no aura that made him feel at ease.Mo Ling supported the furnishings in the room, walked around the piece of rubble that was smashed by Tsing Yi, and walked to the door.

"My lord, it's not suitable for you to get out of bed now, it's better to stay in bed and rest!" Xiang'er stood at the door holding a bowl of dark soup.

Prince, heh~ What a familiar yet unfamiliar title, does it mean that he will be sent back to that gorgeous cage again?No, he's going to find Brother Shaoqing, he's going to explain to Brother Shaoqing that he didn't hide his identity on purpose.

Moreover, the death of Brother Shaoqing's father was only the hatred of the previous generation, why should it be imposed on himself?Didn't his mother and concubine also die in that war?

"No! I'm going to find Brother Shaoqing!" Mo Ling shook his head at Xiang'er with a pale face.

Xiang'er rolled her eyes, and said impatiently to Mo Ling: "You think I'm willing to stop you, anyway, I told you, it's up to you whether you listen or not."

"Do I hate it?" Mo Ling's voice was a little low, as expected only brother Shaoqing would be gentle to him.

"Anyway, it's fine if you don't like it, you drink this medicine before leaving!"

With Mo Ling's pale face and red eyes, Xiang'er couldn't bear to speak harshly, and muttered a word, and sent the soup in her hand forward again.

Looking at the pitch-black bowl of soup, Mo Ling thought that Gu Shaoqing was also worriedly chasing him to drink the soup, and would even pickle some licorice preserves for him as a reward.

Thinking of this, the tears in Mo Ling's eyes could not help but start to swirl again. Picking up the soup in front of him, Mo Ling smiled sweetly: "Thank you!" Then he downed the bowl of soup in one go.

Mo Ling's sweet smile and crying voice made Xiang'er dumbfounded. She didn't understand how the other party could still smile at her nonchalantly when she was so unfriendly just now.

After leaving the inn, Mo Ling asked about the direction of Wanhualou all the way. With his bloodless lips, every time he asked others, he was cast with strange looks.

"Young man, with such a complexion, why do you want to go to a brothel and indulge yourself!" an uncle who sold irons kindly advised him.

Mo Ling smiled and shook his head, "Uncle, just tell me where Wanhualou is!"

After finishing speaking, Mo Ling pulled out a white jade hairpin from his head and handed it to the uncle selling irons.

Without the hairpin to tie her hair, Mo Ling's black satin-like hair immediately slanted down, her pale face and black hair looked like those silk puppets in a juggling class.

"Okay! It's because you don't listen to persuasion, it's not that I'm greedy for money!"

The uncle who sold the irons took Mo Ling's hairpin and looked through it for a long time before reluctantly agreeing.Seeing that it wasn't getting too early, he closed his stall and took Mo Ling to Wanhualou.

Mo Ling, who was staggering all the way with a smile, gave the iron seller a chill down his spine. If he hadn't looked at the early morning sky, he might really have thought he had encountered a ghost.

"Here~ Wanhualou is in front of you!" The uncle who sold the iron pointed to the brightly lit Wanhualou not far away, and fled away, not even listening to Mo Ling's thank you.