The Qing Dynasty's Mingyue's Heart of a Good King

Feelings are hard to comprehend, but how to act rashly, one person guards the water and the mountains are heavy.If there is an afterlife at the end of a thousand kalpas, I owe you a cup of deep tears. ……… Title: Qingliang

Facing Ling Ziqing's angry reprimand and questioning, Zhang Liangyan knelt down towards her.His heart ached and longed: "Zifang knows that everything is Zifang's fault, and Zifang doesn't ask Qing'er for forgiveness. Zifang only asks Qing'er not to leave, not to leave Zifang."

"As long as I think that Qing'er is going to leave Zifang and no longer belong to Zifang, Zifang can't help but go crazy. Woo... I just ask Qing'er not to leave, I just ask Qing'er not to leave... Woo..." Zhang Liang knelt on the ground and cried like an abandoned child.

Ling Ziqing's eyes were red, and she burst into tears.

"Why? Why did you treat me like this? This is why..." Ling Ziqing cried out in grief.

Scenes of grief in the past reappeared, but this kind of Zhang Liang made her feel like she couldn't even hate him, and she couldn't bear the heart of resentment, as if her heart was being cut open one by one by that bloody knife. Come.

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A night of complaining and crying made Ling Ziqing, who was already weak and now pregnant, even weaker.

"Hmm..." She was a little dizzy, and frowned slightly uncomfortably.

At this time, a pair of warm hands gently massaged her temples on both sides.

Ling Ziqing, who knew who it was, did not avoid him, nor did he speak, and Zhang Liang remained silent.

"Master, madam, you can have breakfast," Yulan said after knocking on the door.

"Bring it in"

Time flies by with the wind, another spring is coming, and winter is passing.Fu Nian and the others, who have been searching for a month without any results, are sitting in the inn having refreshments.

"Did Zilu ever think that Zifang might bring Ziqing back to his homeland?" Fu Nian asked after thinking for a long time.

"Brother means..." Yan Lu guessed more or less after hearing this.

"Maybe we should go there and see" He had a hunch that there must be someone they hadn't been looking for.

"So we follow what our brother said"

"Where is our next destination?" the elf asked Xiang Yanlu.

"Ovary's Homeland" Yan Lu smiled lightly.

"Then I'll send the message to the little master." The elf jumped away from the table in a burst of excitement, and began to use magic to engrave words on the plum petals and pass them to Mo Chen's hand.

Mo Chen, who had been on his way, suddenly stopped, because it was not clear, so he looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Mo Chen brought up a smile on his lips: "Maybe we will see Mother soon."

"Really" Tianming's eyes lit up.

"Yu Jian?" Mo Chen frowned.

"Okay! It's just for you to see your elder brother and my sword control skills." Tianming patted his chest and said.

"Hey~ I'm afraid you can't even compare with those Confucian disciples?" Mo Chen poured cold water on him.

"What?" Tianming's exaggerated big eyes put his hands on his waist: "Those bastards can also compare with my majestic Mohist giant Tianming? Uh... Where are people?"

"It's time to go, if you keep grinding, you'll miss the time." In the blink of an eye, Mo Chen's figure was already walking on the farthest road.

"Bastard, I won't call you brother or me when I leave." Tianming ran after him without hesitation.

"Aren't you working hard, so why bother to interrupt you..."

"You're an excuse, you don't know how to respect your brother and me at all." Tianming pressed his tall body on Mochen's back in dissatisfaction.

Feeling the gravity on his body, Mo Chen walked forward without changing his face: "Go down"

"Do not"

"Are you a man or a child?"

"I'm a man in front of you, but I'm a child in front of my mother," Tian Ming said without hesitation.

"Excessive words"

"This is a fact"

On the far road, the figures, one big and one small, one red and one green, walked further and further away under the sunshine.