Chapter 29 Mo Qing

Outside Qingya Valley, everything was so calm. Mo Qing's face was still pale. She looked at the slowly rising sunrise and smiled bitterly, "Is it really the end like this?"

Hua Fang looked at her lonely back and couldn't bear the sadness of her alone. He stepped forward a few steps. His handsome eyes were full of deep tenderness, and he gently patted her on the shoulder with one hand. "Don't worry, I won't ask you to make any mistakes."

"Huafang, why do you and I have to stick to it? I deserved to die half a year ago and died on the eve of the unexorcable celebration."

He looked at her, didn't say anything, waited for half a year, and was not as good as the person in her heart. Is that right?

"If there is an afterlife, what do you want to do?" She looked at the sky, and the flying birds were so free. When can she live freely and travel all over the world with China?

Hua Fang looked sideways and looked at her thin body, and his heart was full of sourness. Despite all his efforts, he still couldn't retain Mo Qing's fragile life like glass. "I want to be the first in the world, the first magic doctor."

"I want to be a cloud, a free cloud..." Before she finished her words, she was disturbed by a cough. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief and dared not show a painful expression. Although the sweetness in her mouth was so strong, she didn't remember the first time she coughed blood, and it seemed to be getting worse and worse recently.

Hua Fang called her like this. He frowned. Just as he was about to speak, he smelled a bloody smell. He turned around and saw a man walking with a woman on his back. The man had countless wounds and his hands were bloody. He should have fallen long ago, but he didn't know what was supporting him.

After Zhong Qingquan saw Hua Fang, he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. His body also fell to the ground at the same time, said two words in the shape of his mouth, and repeated, "Save her, save her..."

Seeing this, Hua Fang quickly ran over. Mo Qing didn't know why Hua Fang was in such a hurry. She turned her head and couldn't help trembling in her heart, "Ning'er!" She suddenly stood up. Just as she was about to move away, her disappointing body softened in an instant. "Huafang, save them, you must save them."

Hua Fang looked at the two bodies lying on the ground. After hearing her words, he frowned and looked back at Mo Qing. He took the two into the room one by one and checked the skin wounds that bandaged them one by one. However, when he faced the poison in their bodies, he was silent. At this time, a delicate jade hand appeared in him. In the sight, the purple jade bottle in his hand was particularly eye-catching. Huafang's anger came from nowhere. He grabbed the hand. When his eyes met the pale face with a bitter smile, the anger in his heart dissipated, and his eyes faded, "Are you crazy?"

"Huafang, you have used up all the raw materials for making Qingsi Dan for me, and now there are only two left. Isn't it good to exchange my two years for their two lives?"

"You are really crazy!" Hua Fang shook off Mo Qing's hand, turned his back, and stopped talking.

When she saw Huafang like this, she knew the pain in his heart. However, this was fate. She couldn't promise anything to Huafang with her limited life. Therefore, she and Huafang had been treating each other with courtesy. Thinking of this, an inexplicable sadness once again appeared in his heart. She gently took his hand, pale His face also looked like a sudden blush. "Huafang, I'm really in pain."

"Qing'er, I'm incompetent." Huafang turned around and moistened his eyes for the first time. His eyes were full of reluctantly looking at Mo Qing and gently shook his head. "Qinger, give up entering the palace and giving up freedom. It has been hiding in this elegant valley for a year and a half. Now think about it, you have abandoned too much. Is it worth it?"

"Huafang, she is Ning'er!" Mo Qing's tone was already a little choked. She looked at Hua Fang, turned her head to look at Mo Qing, who had already changed her face, and gently said a word, "It's worth it!"

Hua Fang's face changed greatly. He thought it was two unrepresented people, but he didn't expect that the woman who could no longer see her original appearance was Mo Ning. He should have thought about why this woman was a little familiar.

"Huafang?" Mo Qing called gently. After putting the delicate bottle in her hand in his hand, she smiled again and looked at Hua Fang's handsome face and said nothing for a long time.

At sunset, the sun gradually faded its light, and a blush appeared in the sky. The elegant valley in the distance was still so dreamy. Butterflies danced gently among the flowers, and the birds flew up and fell, full of vitality. In a simple wooden house, a man frowned and looked at a woman's face, next to the woman. There was a beautiful man lying down. He seemed to be dreaming. He didn't know what he had dreamed, and tears slowly oozed from the corners of his eyes.

The piercing pain all over his body stimulated him, forcing him to wake up from his dream, open his eyes, look at the environment in the room, and look at the woman beside him. He closed his eyes again and forced his tears to fall out.

"The poison of the poisonous vine has already destroyed the skin on her face, so she must change her skin..." Hua Fang finally said this word that scared him. He looked at the woman beside him and quickly turned his head.

"Use mine!"

Mo Qing just wanted to open her mouth, but she heard a man's voice. The two looked in the direction of the voice. Zhong Qingquan's face was affirmative, and his handsome eyes looked at Mo Ning, "She shouldn't have been like this. It's my fault for being careless."

Hua Fang looked at Mo Qing, and the fog in her eyes had already condensed. As early as an hour ago, Mo Qing had said that if the poison vine hurt too deeply, she was willing to give her face, as long as Mo Ning was fine.

"I'm Ning'er's sister. What's your relationship with her? Zhong Qingquan, although I don't know what happened, thank you. At the end of her words, her tone had become soft, and then she smiled gently, "Qingquan, she doesn't know when she will wake up. You have to guard her. If I'm gone, please don't tell her."

Zhong Qingquan looked up at Mo Qing. The tears in his eyes had already overflowed. He cried once. He always thought that he was the most cold-blooded one. Even in her posthumous celebration, he was only silent for three days. His cynicism, his unruly, has always been his mask, and he has never been taken off, but In his heart, he is indeed the most real self. He is the most dedicated prince. The position in his heart has been occupied by her for a long time. His royal palace, there is no palace of concubines, and there is only one Mo Li Palace. She is waiting for the one in his heart. Maybe this may be a lifetime.

Huafang has been silent. Although another person is willing to pay, there is no wavering in his heart. Will he really destroy the face of his beloved woman with his own hands? He will, because this is Mo Qing's wish to help her realize it in the last hour.

He must accept this cruel fact of one-for-one. If there is an afterlife, he just wants to be the world's first magic doctor and can have enough medical skills to heal his beloved woman...

In the palace, it has already become peaceful, and Zhong Xuanyu sat upright as if nothing had happened, criticizing the memorials in his hand.

His Highness's minister Qi Qifu bowed his head and did not dare to be angry. He didn't know that after three months, this morning was still so depressing, and they dared not speak for fear of angering the emperor.

"If there is a book, there is no book to retreat!" The little eunuch still shouted this sentence according to his daily habit, and then stepped aside.

After the familiar silence of His Highness, Zhong Xuanyu raised his head. In March, he lost a lot of weight, and his angular face showed a different kind of majesty.

"The country has been prosperous and the people have been safe in the past three months, which is also the contribution of all ministers."

"Let's play the emperor." As soon as Zhong Xuanyu finished his words, a resolute voice finally broke the silence of His Highness. Zhong Xuanyu looked at Ningcheng with cold eyes, and his cold voice sounded again, "Just play."

"The position of general manager has always been vacant. I think that the eunuch of Ningye Pavilion can take on this important task without a name!"

Unnamed? That's not the little slave in the Ning'er Palace. Time has passed. Although he thought about it, there was no change in his expression on his face. "zhun zou."

"Your Majesty, the Fengluan Hall has always been ownerless, the whereabouts of the queen is unknown, and the draft of the waste paper is not announced. Please consider it carefully. Fengluan Hall cannot be ownerless for a day, and Qingyan Kingdom cannot be left without a day, Your Majesty!"

When he finished this sentence, most of His Highness couldn't help taking a breath of cold air. This topic was a taboo for the past three months. Although General Ning's words were also their thoughts, at this moment, everyone remained silent. Some people's legs had trembled gently, as if they would kneel at any time.

"I know. You can step back." Zhong Xuanyu's tone was unexpectedly calm, but no one dared to look up at his eyes.

His Highness's ministers all breathed a sigh of relief. After the salute and retreated, the Xuanzheng Hall became as deserted as ever. Zhong Xuanyu looked at the closed door and smiled bitterly on his face, "Fengluan Hall only belongs to Ning'er. What qualifications does she have?"

"Your Majesty, I will make lotus seed soup for you to replenish your body." A voice sounded, and Zhong Xuanyu looked up and saw the direction standing at the door. Ning Ye was wearing a white robe. Now it was autumn, but her face was filled with a midsummer-like smile.

When did she take off her colorful clothes and change into the simplest color? In her words and deeds, there was no trickyness of the past, and she became more and more like Mo Ning.

Zhong Xuanyu's eyes did not stay on her face at all. In his heart, Mo Ning, no one could replace him.

"Your Majesty?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Ning Ye took a few steps forward and bowed slightly.

"I'm very tired. If you have nothing to do, just quit."

Zhong Xuanyu's simple sentence had made a subtle change in her face. Although the atmosphere in her heart did not show it, she just saluted gently and retreated.

Back to Ningye Pavilion, Wuming has changed into a purple eunuch costume, and the gorgeous totem is embroidered on the clothes with gold thread. Now he is the general manager of Da Nei.

"Nameless, still not good, tell me what other habits Mo Ning has!" As Ning Ye said, he sat in the chair angrily, took a sip of the cup of tea and looked at the sky outside the house. Mo Ning, I am like you now, and I will definitely replace you in the future.