Qi Mo really didn't like Zhong Qingye having too much contact with the fight between him and Qi Mu. It wasn't that he didn't believe in Zhong Qingye's ability, but he was afraid that the more contact she had with her, the deeper she would sink, and in the end she would be as helpless as him.
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But the Zhong Qingye in front of him had a weird tired expression, and instinctively, he felt that her tiredness was not due to the sequelae of this incident, but he couldn't figure out what the cause was.
All this time, everything about Zhong Qingye seems to be covered with a thick black fog, burying all the truth. Qi Mo can't even confirm who she is until now. For everything about her, it is more difficult to be honest with him than to be honest with him.
The couple seemed even stranger than passers-by.
The tired and indifferent expression on the girl's face was like a ring-shaped city wall, completely isolating her from this world. No one could invade her world, including Qi Mo himself.
This feeling was very bad, making Qi Mo feel irritated from the bottom of his heart, but it was as if he was facing a big ball of cotton and couldn't find a place to bite.
"This is not a good place to talk..." Qi Yu's voice came slowly from behind. He walked up to Zhong Qingye in three or two steps, reached out to hug her shoulders, half-closed his fox eyes and said with a smile: "
If our eldest brother knew that we escaped from the battlefield, who knows how he would react?"
Before he even finished speaking, Zhong Qingye was pulled out of his embrace by Qi Mo. Qi Yu shrugged helplessly: "Oh, my third brother is really possessive."
Qi Mo held Zhong Qingye's wrist tightly, the expression on his face clearly said, so what?
Qi Yu shook his head and sighed.
"Qi Yu is right." Zhong Qingye raised his head from Qi Mo's arms, squinted his eyes and grinned, his eyes glanced at the chaotic scene, and a clear look of impatience appeared on his face: "This place is indeed
Not a good place to talk.”
After speaking, he reached out and covered his nose and mouth, as if to block out the strong and disgusting smell of blood in the air.
"Go back home, I want to rest." She said to Qi Mo.
Qi Mo didn't comment, turned around and walked towards the sedan that was already waiting at the gate of the small palace.
"Hey, hey, hey, wait for me, you two." Qi Yu chased after me, shouting, and complained dissatisfied: "I am such a charming and handsome man, with jade trees in the wind, and everyone loves flowers when they see them, you guys
To turn a blind eye is really too much..."
Just when he was biting and stretching the word "太", Zhong Qingye turned around and said with a more sincere expression: "Qi Yu, you are so wordy."
Qi Yu: "..."
I don’t remember who ever said that the most effective way to deal with a menopausal nagging uncle is to silence him with one word, so Zhong Qingye felt very at ease.
While they were talking, several people had already reached the edge of the square. In front of the gate of an oval palace, three sedan chairs stood quietly. The bearers of the sedan chairs stood aside meekly and saluted the three people who came over.
"It's strange, we've all come here, why haven't we seen those old men coming?" Qi Yu looked around and asked in confusion: "Where did they go?"
"Old man?"
"It's not just those three old men from the Judiciary Office!" Qi Yu said resentfully.
Zhong Qingye pursed his lips and smiled. As he walked to the door of the sedan, he lifted the curtain and walked in. I don't know if it was a psychological effect or the thick curtain of the sedan really played a big role. The air inside the sedan was much fresher than outside.
The bloody smell in the air that makes breathing difficult seems to be blocked by the sedan curtain and cannot penetrate.
Zhong Qingye finally took a few deep breaths and sat down on the soft chair in the sedan. As soon as he sat down, he heard the humble questioning voice of the sedan bearer. After answering and confirming, the sedan began to move slowly.
Prince Rui's Mansion and Prince Heping's Mansion were not together. After leaving the palace, the three of them went their separate ways. Zhong Qingye was sitting in the sedan chair, holding the sedan curtain with one hand and looking up at the gloomy weather above his head. He was chatting away thinking about what was going on today.
When will it get sunny?
When will the sky in Northern Qi become clear again?
Because of this witchcraft incident, the number of people in the originally prosperous Jingyang City plummeted. Walking through several main streets, the only pedestrians Zhong Qingye saw were walking in a hurry and with fearful expressions.
It will take some time for Jingyang City to return to its original state. Besides, there will be a large number of beheadings in four days. Zhong Qingye grinned. Qi Mu really made a big deal this time and stood up to the people.
Panic risked massacres of former court officials under such circumstances.
However, with his ability, there should be no big trouble, but Qi Mo's life will not be so easy in the future.
Forget it, it's not her turn to worry about these things anyway. As long as her life is not threatened, the two men can do whatever they like. She is no longer in the mood to think about these external matters.
Zhong Qingye let go of the hand that had been holding up the small curtain, leaned his head tiredly on the sedan chair behind him, and closed his eyes.
The swaying sedan chair makes people crazy when they are full of energy, but when they are tired, it is like a cradle, making people tired. Zhong Qingye slowly curled up unconsciously, like a baby
posture, and fell into a deep sleep.
Not long after, the sedan stopped in front of Prince Rui's Mansion. The slight vibration failed to wake Zhong Qingye from his sleep for the first time. Qi Mo walked out of the sedan, stood at the door and waited for a while intentionally, but saw
Zhong Qingye's sedan curtain didn't move at all. His heart twisted, he suddenly felt an inexplicable panic, and he rushed over quickly.
Lifting the sedan curtain, thick cotton cloth fluttered in the air, hooked on the bronze thimble on the top of the sedan, and teetered. Zhong Qingye curled up on the small soft chair, and his already slender body became more and more petite, like a
Lying quietly like a kitten, the thick black eyelashes lay on the pale face, like the broken wings of a black butterfly, and the faint shadow cast by it was not even as thick as the dark circles under the eyes.
The panic in the heart of Fa Yan suddenly calmed down. A certain corner was collapsing. The slight anger towards her disappeared in an instant. Qi Mo frowned and felt a long-lost dull pain on the left side of his chest.
Zhong Qingye, what should I do to you?
Putting one foot into the sedan, Qi Mo bent down and wanted to lift her out of the cramped soft chair, but he didn't want to put his foot down and make the sedan shake slightly. His fingers hadn't even touched half of Zhong Qingye's hair.
The girl who was sleeping peacefully suddenly opened her eyes.