flapping wings

Qi Ping was stunned, this was the first time that Mu Xiaoque voluntarily expressed his heart to him, without coercion, without hesitation, this was a confession he thought he would never hear in his life.

Qi Ping couldn't help but leaned forward and pressed Mu Xiaoque's lips and kissed again, "I love you too."

He lay on the window and looked outside, one after another sky lanterns were running towards the Milky Way, Mu Xiaoque held the last one in his hand, stood under the firelight, reading the words on it.

Looking at Qi Ping, he let go of the last sky lantern in his hand, ran to the side wall of the carriage and entered through the window with his whole face, and gnawed on his face.

Qi Ping smoothed the hair that he didn't have time to tie up, and said with a smile: "You are really taking the initiative now."

Mu Xiaoque bit the tip of his nose, left from the window, got into the carriage, threw him on the quilt, and rubbed the corners of his lips with her fingers, "Because I am very happy."

"Me too." Qi Ping took his hand and rubbed it on the side of his face, "I hope time can stay at this moment forever."

The two lay hugging together, kissing each other from time to time, even though they were not separated at the moment, their thoughts flooded in like a flood, completely submerging them.

Qi Ping kicked his legs, turned around, inadvertently raised his hand to wipe the wet corners of his eyes, then cleared his throat, and said in a relaxed tone: "Que'er, go back, it's cold at night."

Mu Xiaoque wrapped her fingertips around his hair, picked up the hair tie that was placed aside and tied it carefully, "It will accompany you for me."

Qi Ping buried his face and laughed, and finally laughed until his whole body was shaking non-stop. After a while, he sighed with a slightly hoarse voice: "Why does it feel like the last night?"

Mu Xiaoque paused with her fingertips and rubbed the top of Qi Ping's head, "Maybe it's the penultimate night, we still have time to hang out."

"Que'er, let's go," Qi Ping rubbed his nose, "You drive, I'll rest."

"I don't want to go back," Mu Xiaoque looked at him with a serious expression, and even begged slightly, "I will hold you in my arms at night, so I won't be cold."

"Que'er, let's see," Qi Ping pinched his face, "See if God will give us another day."

Mu Xiaoque sighed heavily, wrapped the quilt around Qi Ping's body, went outside and looked at the long dark river in front of her, lamenting that the light and shadow will eventually dissipate, and the beauty will only stay in that moment forever.

Driving towards the city, Qi Ping stayed in the carriage all the way, and did not come out to trouble him. Mu Xiaoque listened carefully for a while, and could hear a few sobs that accidentally leaked out.

He lightly whipped his horsewhip, and the speed of driving increased. He couldn't wait to return to the stronghold, get the secret letter from the imperial court, and then set off for Beijing tomorrow afternoon.

He was very cowardly, and he only hoped that the parting would be quicker, so that Qi Ping could try to let go one day earlier and walk over earlier, instead of continuing to suffer.

Arriving at the gate of Yunhe City, Mu Xiaoque turned her head and looked at it affectionately, exhaled lightly, and showed the token to the guarding soldiers: "Open the door."

"You are back, Commander," the soldier smiled obsequiously. "In the afternoon, the boss told the younger ones to go back immediately when he saw you."

Mu Xiaoque tightened her grip on the whip, took out a silver coin from her pocket and threw it over, "Okay, got it."

The night in Yunhe City is dark and silent. The recent wars have brought disaster to the people in the city, and night activities have been canceled one after another, leaving only the sound of horseshoes on the road.

After arriving at the stronghold, Mu Xiaoque stared quietly at the gate for a moment, then turned around and gently opened the curtain, pursing the corners of her mouth, "Here we are."

Qi Ping had already put on his clothes at this time, looked at him quietly for a moment, and said with a smile: "God doesn't seem to want to see us get bored."

"God also wants to give us a push." ​​Mu Xiaoque wrapped his fingers around the long whip, lowered his head and said, "He is helping us to start the next journey of life early."

"You're so sore," Qi Pingshen pointed at his forehead, "If even one of us wanted to face the future with ease, I'm afraid we wouldn't be as deep as we are now."

Mu Xiaoque leaned into the carriage and wanted to hug him and get out of the car, but the moment her hands were around his waist, the strength in her body seemed to disappear suddenly, and she could no longer make the next move.

Qi Ping didn't urge him, but inserted his fingers into his hair which was blown messily by the wind, and clasped the back of his head close to his chest.

The door opened from the inside with a creak, and the mouse was stunned when it saw the carriage in front of it. Just as it was about to step back, Qi Ping quickly called him: "Find someone to drive the carriage into the courtyard."

Getting out of Mu Xiaoque's arms, Qi Ping touched his face, "Landscapes meet each other, God might not be willing to torture us, let's go, Que'er, tomorrow is a sunny day, let's say goodbye with a smile."

When he arrived in the yard, the mouse took out two letters from his pocket and handed them to Mu Xiaoque, "Commander, the insider of the Third Young Master's mansion has also sent a letter."

Mu Xiaoque was stunned for a while, the internal detective had been lurking in the third son's mansion for so long, but no information came out, why did the news suddenly come now.

After thinking about it for a while, he understood that the emperor was suddenly seriously ill, and he was about to die. It is estimated that he will die in three or four years. Anyone with a discerning eye can see it. Maybe the third son was impatient and made too much action , thus leaking the horse's feet.

He opened the first reply letter from the palace, in which he praised him, and ordered the affairs of the Zhou family to be handed over to the local government, so that he could return to Beijing someday.

"Return to Beijing some day," Mu Xiaoque smacked her lips, but it didn't say "return to Beijing quickly and leave immediately". It seems that everything in the palace is running smoothly now.

He turned his head to look at Qi Ping who was lying on his shoulder, and saw that the other party's eyes were shining brightly, which was completely different from before, and he couldn't help but soften in his heart, maybe he could really hang out here for a while longer.

He was also a little excited, so when he opened the second letter, his hands couldn't help trembling slightly, but the contents of the letter broke all illusions with a punch, and it was not an ordinary letter, but a blood book.

The letter: "The Mo Dao Wusurname Sect has close contacts with the third son, and the sky may change..."

I didn't even have time to finish the last word, and I was missing a pen.

Every single word seemed to exude a bloody aura, so the outcome of the spying was probably a foregone conclusion.

The atmosphere of you and me was broken in an instant, Mu Xiaoque held her hand tightly, her eyes were cold, "Get the horse and dry food ready, I will leave for Beijing tomorrow morning."

The mouse turned around and started to prepare immediately, Qi Ping looked at Mu Xiaoque worriedly: "I'm afraid that the third son gave the order to kill the Qi family, Que'er, do you want me to help you?"

"Don't worry," Mu Xiaoque took a deep breath, touched his face with her fingers, and said softly: "Your role in the matter of Beijing is limited, and this matter is too involved, so you can't do it. You go back to the room first, and I will almost there."

Although the tone was soft, it carried the meaning of being irresistible, Qi Ping's lips were completely stuck together by him, he didn't know what else to say, so he nodded obediently, and moved slowly towards the room.

Until Qi Ping's back disappeared, Mu Xiaoque never let go of her hand hanging by her side. Mo Dao's unexpected attachment to them turned out to be not Qi Ping's original ambition, but her own.

After figuring this out, all the weirdness can be unraveled. The anonymous reward for capturing Qi Ping alive is just a cover to kill two birds with one stone. kill him first.

He raised his foot and was about to walk towards the conference hall, but a hand suddenly stopped him. Xiang Qing'er stood in front of him with serious eyes, "I'll follow you to the capital."

Mu Xiaoque shook her head: "None of you need to follow me to take risks. This is a matter of the court, and has nothing to do with the world."

"Mu Xiaoque, don't pretend to be a fool with me," Xiang Qing'er frowned, "20 years ago, the Demon Dao suddenly wanted to dominate the martial arts world, and wanted to fight against the imperial court. The palace was worried about this, so they sent your master Mu Heng to set foot in the rivers and lakes. Leading the evil to break out into a big war, and now that I think about it, it is very likely that the Wuxing family provoked this matter, so it seems that the ambition of the Wuxing family is not small."

"Having been dormant for 20 years, now they are even more menacing, and even hide behind the prince's back to manipulate everything. Do you think that, with this blood book, at this critical time, the emperor believes in you or in his own flesh and blood?"

"So if you don't find evidence that the third prince is connected with Jianghu, how can you fight him? Who will help you? Is the wild sparrow and you all of one mind?"

"How do you even know about the Great War between Righteousness and Demons 20 years ago?" Mu Xiaoque looked at Xiang Qing'er curiously, "How long have you lived?"

"Speaking of business, why are you like that little love ruffian of yours?" Xiang Qing'er glanced at Mu Xiaoque with dissatisfaction, "You probably don't intend to reveal your whereabouts when you return to Beijing this time, you should go to the third prince's mansion to investigate secretly some time?"

Mu Xiaoque nodded solemnly, "I have a special status, and I really can't directly participate in the third prince. If I am not careful, I may be involved in the battle for the succession, so I may have to go back and collect clues secretly before making a decision."

Xiang Qing'er smiled confidently: "So you can't refuse me, and you can't change his identity. To put it bluntly, those of your subordinates are ultimately the emperor. It's all trivial matters, he can turn a blind eye and close his eyes, but you can't use them if you want to deal with people's sons, so the only thing you can use now is me.

Mu Xiaoque looked at her deeply, with guilt in her eyes, "Xiangqing'er, you are not worth it for me."

"Whether it's worth it or not is up to me, and it has nothing to do with you," Xiangqing Er waved his hand, turned around and left, with a sense of freedom and atmosphere on his body, "Mu Xiaoque, prepare the carriage, my mother can't stand this kind of long-distance travel." Bump."

"Also, remember the past as early as possible. If you want to leave without anyone noticing, don't make too much battle."

Mu Xiaoque was stunned for a moment in the courtyard, looking at Xiang Qing'er's back, feeling terrified.

He had never known Xiang Qing'er's feelings for him before, if it wasn't for Qi Ping, he might never have found out that this woman secretly cared about him.