She smiled and said, "This Nanhe Yiqu is infatuated with the Prince. It is said that Wu Ying in this world is comparable to the Nine Nether Ghosts and Gods. Although she is born beautiful, she should not be born. No one dares to like it. As a dragon clan, Nanhe Yiqu is also an alternative."

Ling Tiansu dared not be interested in the aesthetics of the dragon clan, but this Nanhe Yiqu sucked the bones and sacrificed the soul. It is believed that the dragon soul must have improved a qualitative change. It is impossible for the Shenyou Realm to break through so easily because of a soul sacrifice that refuted the bloodline of the dragon clan.

However, such a Nanhe Yiqu is probably more than ten times more difficult than the battle in front of the city.

Rong Xiu packed up the bottles and jars and said, "This Nanhe Yiqu has a very deep murderous intent toward His Highness. At the moment when her cultivation injury recovered, Liancheng Long Yin roared for 30,000 miles, threatening that if you dare to appear at the palace meeting, you will definitely take your life and destroy your soul."

Her eyes suddenly became a little narrow: "Your Highness the Prince is indeed worthy of being Your Highness. No matter where you go, you have all kinds of love rivals, both men and women, so crazy."

Ling Tiansu's expression seemed to have eaten a dead fly: "Love rival? If you want me to fall in love with Wu Ying, then you will be considered a love rival, okay?"

Rong Xiu held his chin and looked at his delicate and feminine face, and smiled and said, "It's a bit difficult to fall in love with Wu Ying~ Your Highness the Prince might as well work hard, maybe it's okay."

Ling Tiansu: "..."

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A month passed in a flash, but the heavy snow in the mid-winter country of Yue never stopped. The heavy snow fell more than half a foot thick, and the world was misty.

The Yue Kingdom Palace, created with a solemn and solemn black tone, is like a black ferocious beast, sleeping in the middle of winter and evening snow.

The wheels rolled past, leaving two long traces of silence on the official road paved with white snow.

While riding in the same car with Li Qige, he didn't even have to pay the sign to enter the palace, and he traveled all the way.

Ling Tiansu was wearing a white fur cloak, and his snow-white fluff made his face look more delicate and beautiful. To show his low-key appearance, he symbolically held a small warm stove in his hand. He took out a winter snow cherry from the fruit plate, which was frozen so crispy that it was bitten and had a sweet and astringent fruity taste.

Li Qie played with a green jade folding fan in the singer, making a romantic and passionate style.

The slender and beautiful eyes kept looking at Ling Tiansu, as if watching an exquisite white cat eating. Just looking at this, you will get false satisfaction.

"You like to eat ice-crunchy cherry fruits. This year's Xuesheng, can I cool you down after I go back?"

Ling Tiansu decided to turn a blind eye to this sweet tone of pampering and turning aside, and changed the subject: "Your father is worthy of being the prime minister of the dynasty. Entering the palace is as casual as entering his own garden. The power in his hand is probably a bit powerful."

The lightly spinning folding fan in Li Qie's singer suddenly drew a slightly sharp jade sharp edge, but her smile on her face did not diminish at all, but there was a little more ridiculousness in her eyes.

"The little beauty really thinks that the authority in my hands is from my father now? Don't you know that in this Yue Kingdom, although my father is the prime minister of a country, he is also the biggest joke in the court."

Looking at the sarcastic smile in her eyes, Ling Tiansu frowned

He frowned and asked, "Just? Why?"

"You know that Yang Xiaobei is my brother, right? My surname is Li, and his surname is Yang. Naturally, he is the illegitimate son of the Li family. He is the mother's surname and is half-sister with me. My mother is the Prime Minister's wife and a well-deserved wife and mistress of the family. It can even be said that my father can become the prime minister of a country. All of them are my mother who devotes her family power to help him ascend to power.

In the Li family, my mother is the most noble woman, while Yang Xiaobei's mother is just the most ordinary and humble woman washing clothes by the river. During an autumn outing, I suddenly had an argument with my mother. I was a little bored with her. I occasionally saw Yang Xiaobei's mother by the river, so I transferred my anger to her and raped her."

When talking about this past, Li Qige was very calm, and even the sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth had not yet dissipated.

Ling Tiansu nodded, his voice faintly and did not show much interest.

Perhaps it was his attitude that allowed Li Qige to continue speaking more easily.

"My father ruined the innocent girl's body, but he didn't want to take responsibility. My mother's family is quite powerful in Yue Kingdom. Over the years, he only added a concubine, the childhood sweetheart who grew up with his hometown. Although my mother had a fight, she finally tolerated it. He never dared to accept other women.

It is precisely because of my mother's strength that the tragedy between Yang Xiaobei and his son was caused. My father is a cowardly person. He is afraid that my mother will get angry. This matter has been hidden for ten years. However, he did not know that if he had the responsibility to spread the matter clearly, he would definitely not make things difficult for an innocent person no matter how popular my mother has.

But he didn't say it, just kept it in secret for ten years. Think about it, a innocent woman from the people suddenly had a child without a father. How difficult it would be to live. The rumors in the world were like knives, just like knives, and Yang Xiaobei's mother died at the hands of my father in this life."

Ling Tiansu suddenly asked, "According to what you said, I think that logically, the relationship between you and Yang Xiaobei will not be so good."

"Of course." Li Qige raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I hate men and Yang Xiaobei, but I love my mother. I will listen to every word she says. When she was seriously ill, the woman in the clothes came to ask for help with her son who was seriously ill. My mother was very angry, but she told me that they were all miserable people and would not blame them. She had no strength and could not see what my brother looked like for me. She said that if the mother and son were good people, if they could, they would help, and good people would be grateful."

Li Qige's smile appeared with a few long-standing tears, and she chuckled: "If it were the past, my mother wouldn't have deliberately asked me to treat people. She was worried that after she left, I would still be as domineering as before, and there would be no real people around her."

Ling Tiansu said: "You thought you were very young at that time."

A confused smile flashed in Li Qige's shallow tears: "Yes."

Ling Tiansu held an ice crispy cherry in the palm of his hand, which was soft and warm in the stove. Although it tasted differently, it was a little sweeter, but he didn't eat it and handed it to Rong Xiu, who was sitting quietly beside him.

Rong Xiu smiled shyly, and came over like a kitten to take away the cherries on his fingertips. The bloody cherry juice dripped red from her beautiful thin lips, which made her delicate and slightly ordinary face look a bit bloody and enchanting.

Li Qige's eyes

Rong Xiu's face stayed on her face for a moment, and there was a little more distortion in her eyes.

Ling Tiansu wiped away the wetness of his fingertips and said, "Since you are very young, your mother must be very young, but you said she was seriously ill and critically ..."

Li Qige's eyes were slightly bright.

She found that this beauty was not only powerful, but also had a terrible IQ. She could capture so finely the subtle details, and she really gave people more and more surprises.

Li Qige also learned Ling Tiansu's movements and took an ice crispy cherry and roasted it in a warm stove. The flesh became soft and soft on her fingertips.

She played with soft cherries and told the past: "Beauty, you are so smart. Yes, my mother is an Anbo Mirror practitioner. How can human diseases kill her? She was poisoned by someone. What's ridiculous is that the poisoned person is not someone else, but the concubine she put in the house with a soft heart and kindness.

Although the concubine was born in secular life, she was very good at playing tricks. Not long after Yang Xiaobei's mother came to the house, my mother left. Under the instigation of the concubine, my father, the idiot, vented his anger on the mother and son."

"At that time, Yang Xiaobei suffered from a plague. People in the government office knew that those who were suffering from a plague and had no money to treat would throw them into mass graves and burn them together. My father refused to pay a penny. It was me who stole the money from the warehouse and helped the mother and son. I just listened to my mother and gave me a rare kindness, but I never thought that I would get a good brother who could protect me and love me to the core."

Ling Tiansu looked at her right hand that was obviously slightly deformed, and said, "I think it should be what you meant to let him protect you and love you to the core. Rather than saying that he is a good brother, you are a good sister."

The soft cherry that had been playing with was finally eaten. Li Qige subconsciously hid his right hand, feeling a little awkward, and always had a terrible illusion of seeing through the north.

Ling Tiansu did not care about her subconscious defense and vigilance, and continued: "Although the distortion of the hand bones affects the fluency of the elemental power, for an archer, it requires extremely strong finger perception. The deformed bones are difficult to stabilize the direction, and are destined to be above archery and are difficult to achieve anything."

Li Qige's face, which had always been frivolous and flamboyant, sluggishly smiled at Ling Tiansu, and his patient face finally became a little ugly and dark.

The next moment, Ling Tiansu pinched a gesture, which was a gesture she had never seen before.

The tail finger and ring finger are closed in the palm of your palm, the middle finger is half-replaced, and the index finger and thumb are in a hooked position. The distance between each finger exceeds the range of tension of the opening.

This kind of gesture is good for light bows. If it were a heavy bow, it would be possible to break your fingers without waiting for Zhang Xian to be full moon.

"What are you doing?" Li Qige looked at him with a strange look, thinking that he was mocking her as a disabled person?

Ling Tiansu smiled and did not answer. He raised his right hand to arch and opened the strings, and held the bow with his left hand. As his body twisted, a light wind suddenly erupted from the closed carriage.

The breeze is light, but it hurts like a knife when blowing on a person's face.

Rong Xiu didn't understand practice, but she didn't know how powerful the wind was. She just moved her beautiful lips and looked around, but didn't find any cherry seeds.

I thought to myself that the little fox didn't vomit even after eating cherries. Could it be that he swallowed it whole?
Chapter completed!