"No!" Qiao brought the soup made in the kitchen to deliver it to Prime Minister Ke to the study. Unexpectedly, she heard the conversation between Prime Minister Ke and Ke Ziqian and his son. In a panic, the tray in her hand slid from her hands, and the soup bowls and porcelain jars fell all over the door of the study. "Don't take her life, she's already miserable enough, why bother to take her life away?" Qiao knelt in front of Prime Minister Ke, burst into tears.

"What do you know about women? If you don't remove her, everyone in our prime minister's house will lose their lives because of her!" He glanced at Qiao, and Prime Minister Ke continued: "For her, I owe it, but it's already like this, so I can only continue to sacrifice her!"

Seeing that Prime Minister Ke had made up his mind, Qiao sobbed and said, "Let me go and let me go to see the poor child for a long time. I haven't seen each other for many years. I don't know what she has become!" Prime Minister Ke got up, walked out of the book case, helped Qiao up, and said in pain: "It's good to go, and I'll take a look at the child for me." As he said, Prime Minister Ke was silent for a while, and then said, "Let Qian'er send you over here. Be careful in everything. Stay with her for two more days, and send her on the way!"

Qiao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a veil and nodded repeatedly: "I'm going to prepare now!" After the sound of the song, Qiao turned around and left the study. At this time, Ke Ziqian held back the pain in his heart and said to Prime Minister Ke: "Dad, is there really no room for improvement in things?"

"If so, can you be ruthless for your father?" Prime Minister Yu Ke said that this decision was not a matter of one or two days, but this time, it seemed that it was really imperative, which made him look much older.

Ke Ziqian wanted to say something else. Seeing Prime Minister Ke standing with his hands behind his back, standing in front of the window, with indescribable loneliness and desolation on his back, he didn't say anything and turned around and retreated from the study. If the treasured sister was about to leave this world, her heart would hurt so much.

With sadness, Ke Ziqian walked to the door of Qiao's dormitory: "Mom, are you ready?"

"Okay, okay!" Qiao's hands trembled, put a delicate bottle into the package, and then said to the outsider: "Qian'er, go to the kitchen to bring a few prepared chickens and ducks with you. Then, my mother will stew the soup for your sister." Qiao said, covering her mouth with her hands and cried silently.

The tears are painful, regretful, and unbearable.

But, nothing can be done to her, she can't help!

Tears flowed and heartache.

She really wants to die for the poor daughter!

After hearing Qiao's words, Ke Ziqian went to the kitchen without saying a word.

After a long time, he looked painful and went to Qiao's door again and said, "Mom, the child has put everything in the carriage."

"Yeah." Qiao responded, and walked out of the door with the package, "Let's go!"

Because he was worried about Ling Wushuang, Xuanyuan Mo lifted his breath after passing by Xuanyuan Qing. Suddenly, he was like a big roc spreading its wings, rising into the air, and drifting towards the direction of Prince Lu's Mansion.

In an instant, the guards standing on both sides of the palace road like wooden stakes were all focused on him.

On his snow-white clothes, the green lotus petals embroidered in secret are lifelike. In his actions, his wide sleeves are flying in the wind, and they are indescribably casual and elegant.

As handsome as a god, he kept the guards from looking back until his figure disappeared.

Happiness and warmth slowly fell from the sky above his courtyard with Xuanyuan Mo.

When I saw Xueying and the other two sitting under the peach blossom tree and laughing with Princess Qingyang, his cool and handsome face suddenly became soft.

"I, I am Xueying (Phantom, Flower Shadow)..., I have seen it, I have seen it..." Xueying and the other two saw the white figure falling from the sky, stood up and was about to bow, but they were all stunned and stunned.

Who is the handsome man in front of you?

Xuanyuan Mo smiled lightly, looked at Xueying and the other two, and teased, "Is this scary?"

"No, no..." Xueying and the other two shook their heads repeatedly. Is this scary look? Is it amazing that it can't speak, okay?

There are rumors in the market that King Qi was the most handsome man in Xuanyuan, but compared with the handsome man in white shirt and a gorgeous breath, it was simply incomparable.

Xueying has always been calm when encountering things. When she heard Xuanyuan Mo's teasing words, she raised her eyes and looked at the clothes Xuanyuan Mo was wearing, then looked at Xuanyuan Mo's eyes, and hurriedly bowed and replied: "I Xueying has seen the prince!"

"Yes." Xuanyuan Mo nodded with a smile. Just as he opened his lips to ask Xueying, Huaying's loud voice suddenly sounded: "Are you really the prince?" The bright eyes flashed twice in succession, and Huaying looked at Xuanyuan Mo with some disbelief.

"Do you want me to tell me what you are happy about?" Xuanyuan Mo did not feel unhappy because of Hua Ying's question that surpassed the rules, but instead joked Hua Ying.

However, Xueying glared at Huaying at this moment and said respectfully to Xuanyuan Mo: "The prince ignores Huaying's words, she is just a person who doesn't understand the rules!"

"No obstacle." Xuanyuan Mo waved his hand and turned his eyes to Princess Qingyang. Seeing the little girl blinking her glazed eyes, she looked at him blankly, so she stepped forward and said warmly: "Don't Ling'er know Brother Mo?" Princess Qingyang staggered Xuanyuan Mo's gaze at him, looked at Xueying. Seeing Xueying nodding to her, she turned her eyes to Xuanyuan Mo again and said in a sweet voice: "Brother Mo, are you really Ling'er's Brother Mo?"

Xuanyuan Mo nodded, pursed his lips and smiled without saying a word.

"Brother Mo is so beautiful, Ling'er likes such brother Mo very much." Speaking of this, Princess Qingyang's bright eyes rolled, and she tilted her head and then said, "But, if it is compared with Sister Shuang'er, Brother Mo will be a little worse!" Princess Qingyang said, and raised her hand and gestured in front of everyone.

A light flashed in Madam Gui's mind at this time. She seemed to understand a fact, that is, why did the eldest princess bypass the current emperor, but entrusted Princess Qingyang to Ling Wushuang for care.

It turns out that all the roots are from King Lu.

By the way, the eldest princess asked Ling Wushuang to take care of Princess Qingyang, but it was not that she saw Xuanyuan Mo pretending to be stupid, but that she felt that Ling Wushuang was a capable woman who would take good care of her daughter like she would take care of Xuanyuan Mo.

However, these words are not very meaningful now.

Beautiful? Xuanyuan Mo smiled awkwardly, and then said to Princess Qingyang: "Ling'er is right. Brother Mo is not as good-looking as Sister Shuang'er."

"Prince, you talk to the three girls first. I will take the princess back to the yard to rest!" Madam Gui is an old spirit. She saw from Xuanyuan Mo's eyes that Xuanyuan Mo had something to ask Xueying, so Fushen said to Xuanyuan Mo, pulling the reluctant Princess Qingyang, who turned around and left the courtyard. Ruan Cui came back from the trance, bent her knees at Xuanyuan Mo for a week, and turned around and raised her hand to rub her eyes, and chased towards Madam Gui and Princess Qingyang.

Did she just see the gods in the sky?

Phantom is the same as Ruan Cui.

"Phantom, why are you stupid?" Hua Ying pulled Phantom's sleeve with her hand and asked in a low voice.

The Phantom was so embarrassing that his pretty face suddenly turned red to his ears. He glanced at Huaying and said in a low voice: "How can I be dazed?" Huaying covered her mouth and laughed softly, "It would be strange if you watched the prince not dazed!"

As for the conversation between Huaying and Phantom, Xuanyuan Mo did not listen carefully.

He was asking Xueying about it at this moment.

"Is the princess not in the yard?" Xuanyuan Mo did not dare to ask Xueying whether Ling Wushuang had returned to the mansion. He prayed in his heart, praying that Ling Wushuang and Xueying and the others would return to the palace together, but now he would wander around with Qingying. Xueying had a slightly cold expression on her face, and she lowered her eyes and replied: "The master is still in Xingyue Palace. She said she would go back to the mansion in two days so that the prince would not have to worry about it!"

Xueying didn't say anything extra. She couldn't bear to see the disappointment in the eyes of the man Zhuoran who was dressed like snow in front of her, who was determined to love her master.

Xuanyuan Mo's heart became a little disappointed when Xueying said something.

He turned around and walked towards his room, "I will go back to my room and sit for a while, you guys are busy with yours!"

"Yes, Prince!"

Xueying and the other two responded, and after Xuanyuan Mo's figure entered the house, they stood up and stood up and looked at each other.

"The prince seems a little unhappy!" Hua Ying murmured in a low voice.

Xueying didn't say anything, but heard Phantom sighing and caught Huaying's words: "The prince is unhappy because the master did not come back with us." Huaying rolled her eyes at Phantom and said: "What you said is pure nonsense. I am really too lazy to pay attention to you!" After saying that, she was afraid that Phantom would choke her, so Huaying hurriedly walked towards the kitchen, "Xueying, you look at Huaying's little girl is becoming more and more dissatisfied, just like a little hedgehog."

"Okay, what you said just now is redundant. No wonder Hua Ying doesn't want to pay attention to you!" Xue Ying said with a smile.

"Okay, even you are bullying me, Humph! You are all bad guys, ignore you!"

After stomping his feet, the Phantom twisted his waist and returned to his house.

Alas! Xueying sighed, looked at the direction where Mingcui Mountain was, and became stunned.

What happened this day was really shocked by the people in the capital.

No, it should be said that this night, outside the capital, and even other countries knew about the two major events that happened in Xuanyuan Capital.

The first thing is naturally that Ling Wushuang is not only a goddess, but also a palace master of the Star Moon Palace; compared with the first thing, the second thing is a bit more sensational.

Not only did King Lu, who had been stupid for more than ten years, return to normal mind, he was actually a handsome man. Moreover, his beauty could compete with the sun and the moon, or even more dazzling than the light reflected by the sun and the moon.

As a result, I don’t know how many women in the boudoir will be in the future, thinking of marrying this man with a brilliant and breath that is as bright as a god.

"Shuang'er, haven't you forgiven me yet?" Xuanyuan Mo sat in the house for a day. Huaying called him for food in the middle, but was sent off by his words "I am not hungry". He sat quietly by the couch, stroking the place where Ling Wushuang had slept with his hands, full of tenderness in his eyes, and kept muttering to himself in a low voice.

A few days passed, and he had no insomnia every night, annoyed that he should not deceive Ling Wushuang, and regretted why he didn't confess to Ling Wushuang early and had to delay it again and again, which led to the situation of hurting others and himself today.

"I miss you very much, do you know? Come back, as long as you come back, I will let you beat and scold you, and let you scold you!" Warm words and tender eyes like the sea made the awe-inspiring domineering aura hidden from Xuanyuan Mo completely dissipated.

Now he is just an ordinary man who is sad for love.

The bangzi knocked more and more, and the night gradually became as dark as a lake. Every whisper that Xuanyuan Mo said seemed to stir up a rolling wave, but the wave was extremely soft, like a mother's soft hand, gently caressing the baby's sleeping face.

At some point, Xuanyuan Mo changed into ink clothes, put on a jade lotus mask, and gently opened the door. His tall figure, like a flying geese, quickly disappeared into the night.

The night is thick and the moon is shallow.

Prime Minister Ke has been sitting quietly in the chair since Ke Ziqian left the study.

Suddenly, the closed doors and windows opened to both sides with a "creak" sound. Then, the petals of crabapple blossoms flying all over the sky fell into the study with the night wind. Prime Minister Ke frowned and stood up to step out of the book case to close the doors and windows. At this moment, a black figure slowly came over the moonlight. Under the light, the figure became closer and closer and clearer.

Seeing the characteristics of the visitor clearly, Prime Minister Ke's forehead was filled with cold sweat.

Why did he come again? I couldn't help but issue the question from Prime Minister Ke.

"Why did the owner of the post come to find me?"

Xuanyuan Mo did not speak, and slowly walked into the study room. The door behind him covered it with a "bang".

The light emitted by the eyes was very deep, as if it contained the entire underworld.

Even if his eyes look, it will make people unable to help but feel palpitations.

Prime Minister Ke hurriedly turned his eyes away, and his whole body couldn't help but feel cold.

"Master Ming, this is the second time you have entered my husband's house at night. Such actions are not what a real man should do." Prime Minister Ke sat back on the chair, held back the panic that arose in his heart, and stared at Xuanyuan Mo.

Unexpectedly, Prime Minister Ke opened his mouth and asked again. Xuanyuan Mo suddenly emitted a force. The moonlight, which was not very bright, became heavier in an instant. The dark clouds floating around the cold moon seemed to turn into huge rocks in the blink of an eye and attacked him in the air. Prime Minister Ke opened his eyes wide in horror, because this was not an illusion, and he clearly felt the bones on his body being clattered.

Immediately afterwards, his pupils gradually dilated uncontrollably.

There are rumors that the owner of Qingfeng Tower, the dragon, saw his head but didn't see his tail, and his graceful posture was like a god, his aura changed, and he was like a demon king.

But at the moment, Prime Minister Ke only felt that the man in the black shirt standing far away from him was a complete devil.

Yes, he is not a god, he is a demon, the dark night demon that destroys all things in the world!

Prime Minister Ke, in frightened, sensed that the man opposite did not want to really take his life, but because of the bitter aura that attacked him, he disappeared without a trace.

The wind is light and the moon is cold; the night is late, people are quiet.

It seems like nothing has happened.

Only the petals that fell into the study room from the window were affected by the extreme power overflowing from the man in the ink shirt, dancing in a variety of and rapid manner.

Prime Minister Ke calmed down, held back the pain in his body, and wanted to stand up, so that the man in the ink shirt staring at him would not target him anymore.

But as soon as he moved, his body seemed to be tortured, and he could not exert any strength in pain.
To be continued...