Canghuan Seven Palaces

Every time he meets him, Si Cangqing will suffer disaster; and when he meets the other party, nothing good will ever happen.

Immortality is their fate.

"No," Si Cangqing replied flatly, "I'll come and take you away."

Yes, he didn't intend to take this person away on the way he came, now. ． ． ． ． ．He didn't want to go against his own heart, he wanted to save the other party, and he wanted Mo Qingjue to live happily like those two months.

"Tell me," Mo Qingjue's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, "There is no relationship between us..."

Si Cangqing replied without hesitation: "That's a lie."

"You can also lie?" His tone raised slightly, and he seemed a little curious.

"Well," Si Cangqing responded, and said flatly, "I often lie."

Eyes narrowed, Mo Qingjue wanted to laugh out loud, but couldn't do what he wanted, so he could only whisper tiredly, "Then how do I know... Are you lying now?"

So, Si Cangqing was at a loss for words for a moment.He didn't continue to explain, but gently retracted his arms.

"I will take you back to the palace now."

In fact, I am not sure that I can save this person, but. ． ． ． ． ．He didn't want Mo Qingjue to die like this, and he didn't want to bring up his previous concerns.He, Si Cangqing, never believed in fate, only believed in himself.

He wanted Mo Qingjue to keep him by his side even if the other party brought him danger.

Death is unavoidable, so let's meet it head-on!

"Wait...wait," Mo Qingjue raised his hand, trying to stop the other party from getting up, "Ah Qing, don't go, talk with... me."

Si Cangqing froze for a moment, stretched out his arms to wrap his arm around the other's limp hand, and gently pinched it, "Okay."

"..."

Although they were talking, both of them were quiet people, neither of them opened their mouths for a while.

"Ah Ching..."

After an unknown amount of time, the person in his arms spoke again, the voice was so low that even Si Cangqing could hardly hear him, so he bent down, put his ear close to the other person's mouth, and heard the person say:

Don't forget me when I die.

After I die, take me. ． ． ． ． ．Go home and bury me in the bamboo forest.

Si Cangqing said, you will not die, when you recover from illness, I will transplant that bamboo forest into the palace.

The palace is our home.

Mo Qingjue smiled faintly, opened his eyes hard, and wanted to engrave this person's face in his heart carefully, so that he would never forget it forever.After a long time, he was suddenly tired, so he closed his eyes and slightly raised his lips:

"In the next life, we will go boating and fishing again."

Si Cangqing didn't respond, but tightened his arms little by little, hugging the man's decayed body, and remained motionless.

A strong wind suddenly blew, and countless dark brown bamboo seeds flew around.Si Cangqing hugged Mo Qingjue, turned around and was about to leave, "Xiang, hurry back to the palace!"

"Your Majesty," the assassin who broke into the palace that day suddenly stopped in front of Si Cangqing, with sad eyes, staring closely at the person in the other's arms, "The Shadow Master has gone, please don't disturb his rest."

Hearing this, Si Cangqing glanced at the other party coldly, the murderous aura all over his body made the man shrink back involuntarily, so he ignored it and strode away.

Without stopping, Qingying just stared blankly at the back of the young man in white holding his master and leaving, gradually disappearing into the bamboo forest.Slowly bending down, he picked up a small bamboo seed and sighed softly.

In the Huanao Hall, several people gathered together, all with uncertain expressions, all looking at the person lying on the bed.

"Brother Qing," Qiu Pingtian turned his gaze away and stared at Si Cangqing quietly, "Why did you bring him back?"

Si Cangqing didn't answer, but carefully pulled the man's clothes away, trying not to let the rotting skin on his body get on it. After a while, he looked up at Cheng Tianbi, "Bi, save him."

As soon as the soft words came out, everyone's eyes turned to him.

Cheng Tianbi walked over, bowed his head to check, and then responded in a low voice: "There is no way to return to heaven..."

Si Cangqing was startled, he thought. ． ． ． ． ．Mo Qingjue was obviously dying, but he held a glimmer of hope and asked Cheng Tianbi for help, but he didn't expect the other party to say "there is no way to recover".The implication is that this person is not actually dead!

"save him."

Si Cangqing spoke again with a firm tone.

Cheng Tianbi glanced at Mo Qingjue, then at Si Cangqing, for a long time, without answering.The others were all stiff as well.

The atmosphere in the house is suffocating and depressing.

"Snapped!"

Three steps and two steps came to Si Cangqing, Cheng Tianyang slapped him without saying a word.

The first volume of the final volume: How many helpless people in the world are there in the seven palaces?

There was dead silence, only the shallow breathing of the crowd could be heard.

A slight redness and swelling appeared on the cheeks, and Si Cangqing raised his eyes to look at the indifferent Cheng Tianyang, with a faint confusion in his eyes, and whispered, "Yang..."

Clenching his palms tightly, Cheng Tianyang stopped looking at him, turned around and strode away from Huanao Hall, without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

Before Si Cangqing could react, a figure on the other side flashed, and a burst of cold air approached him. He hastily waved his hand to block that person's attack.

"Si Cangqing!" Ran Shuang said angrily, flicked the cold whip, and the tent beside him was torn apart, "I said, I want to take his life with my own hands! Get out of the way!"

"Bi," Si Cangqing blocked Ran Shuangran, and said in a low voice, "Rescue him."

"You!" Ran Shuangran was suddenly furious, so he raised his whip and was about to throw it away.

Si Cangqing didn't dodge either, he knew that Ran Shuangran would never let the person who framed him go, but... no matter what, he must save that person.

The whip didn't come down after all, the moment Feng Lan stepped over to block it, Ran Shuang suddenly withdrew the cold whip, glared at Si Cangqing again, and disappeared into the room like a gust of wind.

The few remaining people were silent.

Si Cangqing was at a loss for a moment, he didn't quite understand why they all hated Mo Qingjue so much... He thought that before, because they were worried about Mo Qingjue's danger, they ordered these people to chase and kill that person, and now... Why?

Even if Feng Wufei divination said that Mo Qing must be his own death, but he doesn't care anymore, and he is confident that he can solve it, why are these people still gnashing their teeth? !Even Cheng Tianbi, who has the mildest temperament, refuses to let go of his mouth for treatment; Feng Lan, who is the most docile, refuses to look directly at her; Qiu Pingtian, who loves to laugh the most, also has a serious and cold face.

"Bi..." Si Cangqing was about to speak again, so urgent because Mo Qingjue couldn't wait any longer!

"Brother Qing!" Qiu Pingtian interrupted him at this moment, and he stared at Si Cangqing quietly, "Why do you have to save him? Mo Qingjue is dead, he, you, and us It's the best result...why do you need to save him?"

"Qiu," Si Cangqing replied softly, "When we were in Sishui, he and I were already husband and wife."

The implication is simple and clear.Just like Feng Lan, Qiu Pingtian, Cheng Tianbi, Cheng Tianyang, and Ran Shuangran, he would never let the other party die in front of him like this, and would come back right away after throwing everything at him.

In his heart, Mo Qingjue was already his wife.

"Haha, you... are husband and wife?" Qiu Pingtian suddenly smiled, his eyes were gentle and watery, "Is it more important than all of us?"

Si Cangqing was taken aback, "No..."

"No," Qiu Pingtian said warmly, "you can bury Mo Qingjue in the name of the imperial concubine."

He could allow that person to divide Si Cangqing's love, and he could forget everything that person had done, but... if he didn't allow it, Si Cangqing would be in any danger again.

Death Calamity... No one knows better than him.When he was in Tianwaitian, he experienced that despair; a few months ago, he fell into that panic again...

Even if Mo Qingjue was already Si Cangqing's wife, he would not allow such a person who threatened Si Cangqing's life to live in the world.

Slightly frowning, Si Cangqing looked at Qiu Pingtian for a while, then looked at Cheng Tianbi and Feng Lan who were silent, and after a long time, replied quietly but unquestionably: "I won't give up."

Seeing that the figures of several people were all shocked, he thought for a while and said: "If you are worried about the knot, I will be fine."

Qiu Pingtian suddenly opened his pupils, clenched his fists, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Qing, you are so disappointing! Even so, I have no right to stop you. Out of sight, out of mind , let’s leave!”

Watching several people leave one after another, Si Cangqing's eyes gradually sank, while he was still concerned about Mo Qingjue who was dying, but at the same time he couldn't rest assured of those who left.But without waiting for him to think about it, Feng Lan said in a low voice: "Master, there are still some things to do in the East Studio, and I can't help here, I'll go down first..."

After speaking, Feng Lan walked away without waiting for Si Cangqing to respond.

Cheng Tianbi was the only one left in the room, he kept lowering his eyes, looking at the man with a corrupt face, his expression was indifferent, showing no trace of emotion.

Raising his hand and rubbing his forehead, Si Cangqing came back to his senses, looked at Mo Qingjue who was no different from a private person, and frowned even more.

"The cold jade bed in the South China Sea can save his life." Without waiting for Si Cangqing to ask again, Cheng Tianbi suddenly spoke, and he said softly: "I may be able to take out the love-cutting Gu, but I can't undo his curse." , taking out the love-cutting Gu now will only directly kill him..."

Hearing this, Si Cangqing relaxed a bit, but fortunately, he got the South China Sea Cold Jade Bed by accident, and now that his father's health has improved, there is no need for it.

However, Cheng Tianbi's calm voice continued: "To save his life, we need to find a cool place with four seasons to put his body..."

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Si Cangqing fixedly, "Qing doesn't want him to die, I'll help you save him."