Canghuan Seven Palaces

Recklessness, like a natural barrier separates this lonely world.

The continuous mountains should be connected to the Tianshan Mountains!Feng Lan looked over there with some nostalgia. During the two years in Xueding Mountain, he and Si Cangqing were completely isolated from the outside world in this way, only each other existed...

During those two years, Si Cangqing accepted his approach little by little.Looking back, it was a god-sent opportunity.

Feng Lan sighed slightly, he really missed the master!After the injustice of the Lan family was vindicated, no, it should have been earlier, Si Cangqing was the only reason why he survived in this world.

That man is his god.

Bowing her head and gently stroking the jade pendant with phoenix pattern around her waist, the smile on Feng Lan's lips deepened.This time, at the critical moment of life and death, he suddenly realized a lot.

He thought he didn't care about life or death.

But at the moment when he thought he was going to die, he suddenly felt a lot of reluctance.I can't bear to part with this world with Si Cangqing.At that moment, he really, really wanted to be able to survive and return to Si Cangqing's side; at that moment, he suddenly wanted to laugh out loud, laughing at his cowardice, his hesitation, and his indecision; For a moment, he suddenly realized that facts are facts, there is no room for retention, worrying about gains and losses will only make tomorrow another miss.

Whether it is pain or sadness, you should not be lucky or regret the choice you make.If you missed it in the past, you can only accept that imperfect regret today.

At the critical moment between life and death, what he thinks about the most is actually the pair of cold eyes that burn in his heart.

Fortunately, he survived.Feng Lan was grateful from the bottom of her heart, he would carefully guard this opportunity like a rebirth, and never leave any regrets again.

"Master Lan is thinking about...the emperor?"

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden question, Feng Lan raised her eyes to look at the other party, she was a little embarrassed, and gave a vague grace.

The man laughed, "Mr. Lan and the Emperor are really in love with each other like folk rumors!"

Feng Lan's face turned red, and she denied it, "Young Master Mo, don't make fun of it, you can't believe the rumors..." He suddenly stopped talking, and stared blankly at a black shadow flying over in the mountains and forests in front of him.

master……

Realizing that Si Cangqing was coming, Feng Lan immediately used her lightness kung fu and ran over there.

"Hey, Mr. Lan—" The man didn't have time to stop, and saw Feng Lan just flew under the tree in front, and was hugged by someone who came.

"Master!" Feng Lan called out happily, regardless of the unhealed internal injury caused by too much excitement just now, she followed the other party's movements and couldn't wait to wrap her boss around Cangqing's neck, "Why are you here?"

He thought that Si Cangqing must have come to pick him up because he didn't have time.

Si Cangqing hugged the person who had lost a lot of weight in her arms, and fell to the ground, stabilizing their bodies, and said softly: "Pick you up." As she spoke, she raised her hand to caress Feng Lan's cheek. A not-so-shallow wound, covered with dark green herbs.

With a faint hostility in his eyes, Si Cangqing suddenly picked up Feng Lan and walked towards the way he came.

"Master..." Feng Lan hurriedly said, "Thank this family before leaving!" Leaning on Si Cangqing's shoulder, he whispered, "These days, in order to heal my injuries, Father Yun, Chopping firewood early in the morning and selling it in the dark, and Mr. Mo also put aside his original schedule..."

"As you wish," Si Cangqing replied nonchalantly, and carried Feng Lan to the courtyard, but his brows were barely visible.

In this deep mountain and old forest, there are still people?

Si Cangqing intuitively felt something was wrong.

◇Cang ◇ Huan ◇ Seven ◇ Palace ◇

"The grassroots see the emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

As soon as he entered the door, before Si Cangqing could react, he saw a young man kneeling down to salute him.This person... knows his identity?

Si Cangqing stopped, silently looking down at the person kneeling on the ground respectfully.It wasn't until Feng Lan quietly pulled Sicangqing's sleeve that he said slowly, "Excuse me."

No longer staring at this person, Si Cangqing secretly remembered it in his heart.

"Master, he was the one who saved me by the stream." Feng Lan said softly, "If Mr. Mo hadn't known medical skills, I'm afraid my injury wouldn't heal so quickly..."

"The empress is polite." The man lowered his head slightly, never looking directly at Si Cangqing, "When someone is in trouble, naturally he should help as much as he can."

Si Cangqing frowned slightly, this person... seems to have seen him somewhere?In my heart, there was a sudden alert.

It's not that he is suspicious, his intuition has always been sharp, and... too many things have happened recently, he and Feng Lan have encountered accidents one after another, and the person behind the scenes who is calculating everything has not yet been found.What's more, the place where Fenglan falls off the cliff is still quite far from here. Although it is said that the cold pool is connected to the river outside, he always feels a little weird.

"Ah, master, I forgot to say." Although Feng Lan sensed that something was wrong with Sicangqing, seeing the awkward atmosphere, she deliberately found a topic, "Mr. Mo and we once met once!"

Hearing this, Si Cangqing turned his head to look at Feng Lan, and heard him say, "Master, do you still remember that when the floods hit the execution ground in Zhaoyang City, you gave the order to release the person who was going to be executed, and he was right there?" in……"

After saying this, Si Cangqing sized up that person carefully, "Mo Qingjue?"

But seeing Mo Qingjue's expression slightly reserved, he replied respectfully: "If you go back to the emperor, it is the grassroots. The grassroots were young and frivolous and almost made a big mistake. If the emperor didn't give the order in time, I am afraid that this life will have gone to hell. "

Si Cangqing didn't reply, but lowered his eyes slightly.This person seems to be the scholar who led the refugees to make trouble, but now this person has obviously changed a lot.

"Why are you here?" Si Cangqing asked in a low voice.

"Return to the emperor, the grassroots are here to join the army." This question seemed to arouse interest, Mo Qingjue's tone was slightly passionate, and Lang Lang said: "Since the beginning of the year, Hong Chengguo has frequently acted against our country, with evil intentions. The ambition of the wolf is self-evident. Therefore, the grassroots want to donate their own strength to the country, to quell the war as soon as possible, and to restore peace to our world!"

Si Cangqing said indifferently: "I remember, you are a scholar."

"The ancients have said that a man should die on the battlefield! Although Caomin is a scholar, his heart is on the frontier," Mo Qingjue replied solemnly, "If you can fight in the battlefield, defend the country and protect your family, you will die, and you will have no regrets! "

What he said was completely the declaration of a passionate man.

Si Cangqing didn't ask any further questions, and only ordered, "You just follow me!"

"Your Majesty?" Mo Qingjue was slightly taken aback, and asked inexplicably, "Why..."

Si Cangqing interrupted him in a cold voice, "My Canghuan has a strict army, and no one can enter at will."

A merciless sentence made Mo Qingjue blush slightly, and he whispered in embarrassment, "Ah, I, Cao Min... thought..." Seeing that Si Cangqing's attention was completely off him, he changed his words: "The emperor and the queen have a good rest, and the grass people are going to make medicine for the queen..."

After Mo Qingjue left, Si Cangqing slightly let go of the person in his arms, frowning slightly, and stroked the other's back with his palm - this person suffered serious internal injuries, and his pulse was a little confused.

Feeling a wave of true energy being sent into her body, Feng Lan quietly leaned on Si Cangqing's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, master." Thinking of Si Cangqing's strangeness just now, he asked, "Master is suspicious Mo Qingjue?"

The voice of the question was so low that only they could hear each other.

Si Cangqing didn't deny it, and nodded slightly, "After leaving, send someone to investigate everything about him from childhood to adulthood, especially the last time the refugees rioted."

Somewhat startled, Feng Lan suddenly understood what Si Cangqing meant, "Master thought he was..."

"I don't know." Si Cangqing replied flatly, "From appearance to demeanor, to look and breath, it's not at all." However, when he was in Tianwaitian last time, the person he met was also similar to the person who was on the battlefield of Luomen Pass. It looks completely different.

"Then why would the master..." Feng Lan was slightly puzzled, and looked up at Si Cangqing, who had never paid such attention to a completely unfamiliar person before.

Si Cangqing was silent, he just intuitively felt that the person was a bit strange, but he was not at all sure whether he was the person he was looking for.However, it is always good to take precautions before they happen.

Knowing what Si Cangqing meant, Feng Lan didn't ask any more questions, and quietly lay on his shoulder again, and said in a low voice: "Master, I miss you very much..."

Obviously he is not a person who likes to express, but he can't help but tell this person the emotions and thoughts that are surging in his heart.

Without saying anything, Si Cangqing just slowly moved away the hand that was healing Feng Lan, and held it on the man's waist, then lowered her head, and gently pecked and kissed the light-colored lips.

With her eyes closed, Feng Lan raised her chin slightly, feeling the pecking kisses one by one, leaving a touch of warmth on her lips, like fine raindrops, penetrating into her heart little by little.

Wolf smoke rises from the south and wild geese fly to the north (end of the second volume)

Autumn rain and wind, the sound of the ears.

There was a wisp of smoke on the incense burner, and Si Cangqing was playing with the letter in his hand, without saying a word for a long time.

"Your Majesty," Luo Shan who was standing below broke the silence, "Are you going back to Beijing? We will send someone to escort you at the end."

Glancing at Luoshan, Si Cangqing slowly folded the letter into his sleeve and said, "No need." Picking up the teacup on the table in front of him, he lowered his head and took a sip before saying, "Luoshan, You bring Mo Qingjue to your barracks."

Looking down at Luya swaying in the tea, Si Cangqing added, "Be careful with his every move."

Luo Shan felt slightly at a loss, and asked, "Mo Qingjue? Why, such an arrangement?"

Si Cangqing pursed her lips slightly.Since the man wanted to join the army, let him go in, so that he could be monitored in the open.For him, there is always a bit of a weird feeling, although the news from the shadow guard