Canghuan Seven Palaces

Mo..." Si Cangqing called out in a low voice, then bent down and kissed the man's dazed eyes for a moment, "You're awake. "

Closing his eyes meekly, Mo Qingjue listened to this man's familiar yet unfamiliar voice, and carefully felt the tenderness in his eyes.

"Ah Qing," he asked in a low voice, "are you here to pick me up?"

"Well," Si Cangqing left the man's face, lay on the bed sideways, and gently hugged him into his arms, "I'll take you back to the palace."

"Back to the palace?"

"Yes!"

"I..." He raised his eyes, slightly confused, "I can't figure out who I am." Just now when Si Cangqing called him Mo, he felt happy but also at a loss.

"No problem," Si Cangqing replied softly, "Whether it's Wen, Ao, Qiang Qingmo or Mo Qingjue, it's you."

Looking back at the other party in a daze, Mo Qingjue slowly pulled the corner of his mouth, "Really? Then you, do you like it?"

"like."

"I look ugly now."

"It's good that you live."

Seriously looking at the man's calm eyes, Mo Qingjue smiled lightly, "Well, let's go home!"

Hearing this, Si Cangqing helped the other person to sit up, and said softly: "I'll help you get dressed first." After finishing speaking, he picked up the clothes on the side of the desk, carefully put them on, and then He simply tied his hair for the other party.

"Don't hug me." Seeing Si Cangqing reaching out to hug him, Mo Qingjue pushed the other person's chest, and whispered: "Carry me."

"it is good."

Lying on Si Cangqing's back, Mo Qingjue hugged the man's neck tightly, resting his chin on the other's hair, squinting his eyes to meet the morning glow in the east, and said comfortably: "Ah Qing, carry me all the way down the mountain."

"it is good."

The final volume is final: the prosperity of the grand finale is a sigh

In the deep courtyard, there are towering ancient trees, or there may be rain of green leaves and flowers dancing with the wind.

Lying on Si Cangqing's shoulder, Mo Qingjue freed one hand, grabbed a fluttering petal, rubbed his thumbs, and the light pink color imprinted on his fingertips, and he bent his lips involuntarily.

With this person on his back, Si Cangqing strolled through this pure Buddha place with leisurely steps.

"What is cause and effect, and what is karma?"

Pausing his steps, Si Cangqing stared coldly at the old monk who suddenly appeared. The old monk was smiling, clasped his hands together, and muttered something.

"Blessings and misfortunes accompany each other, blessings and misfortunes are hard to disappear, and there are no blessings and misfortunes."

The shoulder and arm were suddenly scratched, Si Cangqing quickly looked away, turned around and walked towards the gate of Wuya Temple, walking briskly, leaving the old monk behind.

Firmly pinching Si Cangqing's shoulders, he was originally a contented person, his pale face turned blue, he said with difficulty: "Ah Qing..."

Mo Qingjue naturally heard the meaning in the old monk's words, the other party meant something, the so-called misfortunes and blessings, I'm afraid they were talking about Si Cangqing's death!He originally thought that after Qiang Chouci died, he would no longer bring disasters to this person!

"Mo." Si Cangqing said nonchalantly, "Why bother!"

Stunned for a moment, Mo Qingjue let go of his hands, then slumped his head on the other's shoulder, and asked muffledly, "The old witch... how did she die?"

"I was stabbed to death by a sword."

That's it... Mo Qing didn't speak again, and quietly lay on Si Cangqing's body, following the other person's pace down the mountain, looking at the lush trees on Luofeng Mountain, maybe it was still early, and this mountain road was secluded It's tight, no pedestrians come and go except them.

In a daze, it seemed that they had returned to the days in Boshui, where there was no one else, and they often went to the mountains to play together. Several times, it was Si Cangqing who carried him down the mountain.

Neither of them talked, it was very quiet.

Ears were filled with the delicate and cold sound of branches and leaves, Mo Qingjue was smiling, and curled up a piece of Cangqing's loose long hair with his fingers little by little, until it reached the root of the hair, and then let it go, repeating the process.

Si Cangqing looked indifferent, carefully treading the road under his feet, stepping on it without haste.Feeling that his hair was being pulled slightly from time to time, he just let this man play with his hair. He rushed out early this morning, and his hair was casually tied with a headband.

Finally tired of playing, Mo Qingjue settled down completely, without moving or making a sound.

After a long time, Si Cangqing suddenly felt a sharp pain in his scalp, and the person on his back pulled his hair fiercely, so he asked aloud, "What's wrong?"

Sending his hand away, Mo Qingjue rubbed his head behind Si Cangqing's shoulder without responding.

Suddenly remembered that this person slept for so long, he must be hungry, right?Si Cangqing opened his mouth and said, "Are you hungry?"

What responded to him was the rustling sound of Shanmu.

"……Um."

Just when Si Cangqing wondered if the man had fallen asleep, he suddenly heard a soft reply, "After going down the mountain, I'll go to Qiushuang Wanlou to eat something."

It took another long time before Mo Qingjue replied gloomily: "No."

After being stunned for a while, Si Cangqing persuaded him softly, "The imperial palace is too far away. You haven't eaten for many days. It's more convenient to stay in the Qiushuang late building." Living together in the bamboo forest for more than two months made him understand this very well. The other party is very picky about food, so he added: "The rice porridge and dishes there are very suitable for your taste."

"It doesn't fit."

There was imperceptible tenderness in his eyes, Si Cangqing glanced at the people coming up the hill, and several young people stood there dumbfounded, with their mouths wide open.

"When we arrive at Qiushuang Wanlou, shall I make it for you?" Although Si Cangqing asked, he knew that this person would be happy. Thinking back to those days, Mo Qingjue's favorite food was his cooking.

"I want to eat steamed crucian carp." Mo Qingjue made a request, ordering dishes in the ear of the other party in a low voice, "And roast chicken."

"You haven't eaten rice for many days, it's better to eat something light."

"……Oh."

Then, the two fell silent again.The mountain road was neither long nor short, Si Cangqing quickened his pace, Qiushuang Wanlou was still in the city, considering this person's body, it was better to go down the mountain earlier.

Most of the time, Mo Qingjue lay quietly on Si Cangqing's back, but if he didn't hear the other person speak for a long time, he would pull the person's hair or tug at the person's earlobe.So Si Cangqing would cooperate and say a few words.

Not long after, Si Cangqing rushed to the car at the foot of the mountain with Mo Qingjue on his back.The morning sun gave off a faint warmth. People came up the mountain one after another from the criss-crossing mountain roads. Everyone stared at the emperor who appeared here at an inappropriate time, and then saw that the other party was carrying a scarred man. The men behind were so startled that they forgot to kneel down to salute.

Si Cangqing naturally didn't bother to pay attention to these people, put down the people on his back, quickly carried them into the car, and walked away.

Letting Si Cangqing place himself in his arms, Mo Qingjue's eyes were glued to the other's face, and when he lay down comfortably, he suddenly smiled, "Ah Qing, I suddenly found that you look very handsome. Looks good! No wonder those girls were staring at you just now, reluctant to look away."

Staring at the man's gentle smile with lowered eyebrows, Si Cangqing subconsciously called out: "Wen?"

The eyes of the person in the arms were confused for a while, and then gradually cleared up, with a smile on the corner of his lips, he said in a low voice: "You still remember me...I, it's so strange now."

The carriage was slightly bumped, Si Cangqing added another layer of mattress under the man's legs, and asked patiently: "What do you mean?"

Raising his hand to caress his boss Cangqing's face, Mo Qingjue said softly, "I...sometimes I feel that I am Wen, and sometimes I feel that I am someone else."

Kissing the corner of the man's lips, Si Cangqing comforted softly, "Don't think too much, you are you."

"Is that so?" Mo Qingjue was still a little puzzled, but he didn't care too much, his lips curled up even more, "Then you like me called Wen the most?"

This question made Si Cangqing really think about it seriously. In fact... he has always regarded those people with different personalities as one person, and it doesn't matter which one he likes more.

"I don't know." Si Cangqing answered honestly.

Staring, Mo Qingjue turned over in displeasure, wanting to turn his back on this man, but his legs didn't have much strength at the moment, so it was difficult to move.

Si Cangqing hugged Mo Qingjue's body tightly to keep him from moving, and whispered in his ear, "Don't be angry, you are not in good health."

"You never called me by my name."

The person buried in his arms said this sullenly, feeling a little unwilling.As soon as the words fell, the man struggled again, wanting to get out of Si Cangqing's confinement.

"Ao." Si Cangqing called out kindly.

Mo Qingjue froze, and then said in a disdainful tone: "Who, who cares if you call me by my name."

Gently stroking the man's hair, Si Cangqing asked in a rambling voice, "Then what shall I call you from now on?"

"...Let's call it Mo!" The man hesitated for a long time before snorting, "I'm not Wen, it's like competing for favor." Anyway, they are all alone now...just at certain times , he will suddenly be in a trance, or suddenly think strongly that he is a certain person.

Si Cangqing didn't continue this topic, but just pulled people away a little, "Don't cover it, it will make you uncomfortable."

Hearing this, Mo Qingjue raised his eyes, stared at the man's handsome face in a daze, then reached out to touch the man's face again, and asked abruptly, "What day is today?"

"The sixteenth day of the fifth month of the third year of the Era." Si Cangqing said, "You have been asleep for ten months."

Mo Qingjue's expression was numb, his eyes glued to Si Cangqing's face, and he didn't give birth for a long time, until a noise from a distance disturbed the silence in the car, he said suddenly, "I want to kiss you."

"it is good."

Bowing his head, Si Cangqing kissed the other person's mouth, just as his lips were pressed against each other, he was bitten carelessly, and there was a bit of pain.Let this person suck, bite, and lick from time to time, and wait until Mo Qingjue is out of breath.