Qiu Di's envoy did not make a high profile when he arrived, but his return journey was extremely beautiful.

At the court, hundreds of officials saw each other off; in the envoys' carriages, there were countless treasures; outside the capital, the emperor and empress came in person.

In front of the envoy's motorcade, Murong Xiaoxiao held Murong Qingwan's hand with one hand and grabbed Murong Yunfei's sleeve with the other. Her big eyes were crying like swollen peaches, and her face was full of reluctance.

"Okay, Xiaoxiao, you have already fulfilled your wish to marry your sweetheart, so why cry?" Murong Yunfei touched Murong Xiaoxiao's head, a flash of love flashed in his eyes, "Don't worry, I'll wait until your wedding."

When the time comes, brother will definitely come again."

Chu Wei acted quickly. Murong Xiaoxiao expressed his intention the day before, and the next day he asked Mo Bianxian what he meant in the court.

Mo Dangxian was a little stunned at first, but he soon calmed down, and after Chu Wei finished speaking, he directly accepted the order and thanked him.

But now that Murong Xiaoxiao is still young, she complies with Murong Yunfei's request and sets their marriage on Chinese Valentine's Day a year later.

When they heard that the dust had settled on this matter, all the ministers couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. I don't know what kind of bad luck Master Mo had. Not only did he rise to prominence, but he was able to take Qiu Di's princess and the queen's niece as his wife.

Wife, this kind of luck is really unlucky!

Murong Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth, turned her head and glanced somewhere behind her, then immediately moved her eyes away, two red clouds flew up from her cheeks, and nodded, "Okay."

Seeing her like this, Murong Yunfei couldn't help but chuckle, touched Murong Xiaoxiao's head, raised his legs and walked towards the group of courtiers who came to see her off.

There were not many courtiers who came to see him off today. Apart from a few officials from Honglu Temple, the only ones who were not closely related to these people were Zhang Qingjiu and Chu Xun. After all... Mo Bianxian can now be regarded as Qiu Di's son-in-law.

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Seeing Murong Yunfei walking towards them, Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and moved the position between himself and Mo Bianxian, "You guys chat."

After saying that, he turned around and walked forward.

Chu Xun, who was standing beside her, also smiled faintly, waved the folding fan in his hand, and followed Zhang Qingjiu leisurely.

Looking at Zhang Qingjiu's back, Murong Yunfei's eyes flashed with depth.

"If you have something to say to Mr. Xiao Zhang, you need to say it bluntly." Mo Tingxian looked at Murong Yunfei's frowning eyebrows with a clear look in his eyes, "Otherwise, there is no chance."

Is he so obvious? Murong Yunfei was slightly startled, sneered, and turned around, "Why is Xiao Wang looking for Mr. Xiao Zhang? Xiao Wang is here to look for you."

Mo Tong raised his eyebrows and made a gesture of invitation.

Zhang Qingjiu walked forward from behind. Halfway there, he paused slightly and turned to look at someone who was waving a fan and pacing unhurriedly. "Nonsense, don't follow me. I don't know how to do it," he said.

Something happened."

The corner of Chu Xun's mouth twitched, "Girl, in front of outsiders anyway."

"If you stop following me, I won't bark anymore." Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows.

Hearing these words, Chu Xun couldn't help crying or laughing, "Who said I was following you...Okay, okay, you do your thing, I'll go find other fun."

This girl, it's not good for her to be too capable.

She can tell whatever she wants to do.

But... Murong Chunlai's guy is now chained to his bones, so he shouldn't pose any threat to this girl, right?

Thinking of this, Chu Xun sighed quietly, waved his fan and looked into the crowd. When he saw Chu Lan, who was standing alone with a calm expression and picturesque features, he raised the corner of his mouth.

"Lan'er, are you and my uncle and nephew now in sympathy with each other?" Glancing at the direction Chu Lan was looking at, and then at the sachet that was always on his waist, Chu Xun waved his fan as if he was carrying a lot of it.

Sharing the sorrow of being abandoned by the world.

Chu Lan turned his eyes slightly and pursed his thin lips.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Chu Xun became more concerned. He raised the corners of his lips, pretended to be an elder, and said seriously: "If you break it off, don't delay. That night, the emperor's uncle thought that

You stood up when I asked for marriage, but it turned out that you didn't say a word... If you continue like this, what should you do? When will she understand your intentions? "

That night, he clearly saw that Chu Lan's expression changed, but he waited for half a day and didn't wait for him to speak. He originally thought he could see a big show of chasing each other, but the result actually made him full of expectations.

Lost

Chu Xun was still feeling emotional, and Chu Lan beside him said quietly, "It's my nephew's fault for not being able to let the uncle see the excitement."

Chu Xun's mouth twitched and he blinked, "Uncle Emperor, when did I see you having fun?"

Seeing Chu Xun arguing, Chu Lan didn't care and continued to speak unhurriedly, "But there is something the emperor said that is wrong."

"What's wrong?" Chu Xun raised his eyebrows. Why is his nephew talking more and more like that girl now?

Chu Lan: "You and I don't have sympathy for each other."

Chu Xun shook the fan in his hand: "What do you mean?"

Narrowing his eyes, Chu Lan looked calmly at the white figure in the distance.

In the black iron cage, a figure huddled in the corner. The dark hooks hanging from the top of the cage passed straight through his shoulders. The wounds were bloody and fleshy, and there was a faint fishy smell.

Zhang Qingjiu walked to the cage and looked at the people inside calmly.

The person in the cage raised his head when Zhang Qingjiu appeared, and after she stood still, a mocking curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.

His voice was hoarse, like someone who had not drank water for a long time, and his throat felt like it was being scratched by knives when he spoke. It was obvious that every word was extremely difficult to say, but he looked like a person who was fine, "What?

Did Mr. Xiao Zhang come here specifically to see my jokes today?"

"I told you, don't do what you shouldn't do, go back and live your peaceful life." Zhang Qingjiu calmly moved his eyes away from the iron rope, and spoke calmly as if he was talking about the scenery in March.

very nice.

"So, Mr. Xiao Zhang is mocking me for not knowing what is good or bad and reaping the consequences." Murong Chunlai sneered, grabbed the iron rope with both hands and pushed forward, only to hear the sound of "chi" and the sound of the wound tearing, which penetrated

A pool of black blood gushed out from there.

But he seemed to feel no pain, with a strange smile on his face, "But I am such a mean person, I am conceited and willing to run to look after people, and I can't listen to advice."

Seeing the undisguised madness in his eyes, Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes, took out a bottle from his arms and put it in the carriage: "Murong Chun is here, so you can take care of yourself."

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the familiar medicine bottle, slowly held the bottle of medicine in his hand, raised his head and looked at the retreating white figure, Murong Chunlai's mouth showed a strange arc, "Zhang Qingjiu, we
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