Their eyes met, and Qi Mo was surprised to find a flash of fear in Zhong Qingye's eyes.【】
It seemed that he had never thought that he would see such a look in Zhong Qingye's eyes, but before he could think about it, the girl suddenly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had returned to her usual calmness, and sat up straight.
Behind him: "Have you arrived at the palace?"
This poor cover-up had no effect at all in Qi Mo's eyes, but it succeeded in making his heart suddenly sink.
He had discovered a long time ago that Zhong Qingye had many things hidden in his heart, but she never mentioned it, and Qi Mo didn't take it to heart. Until this moment, he suddenly realized that he actually wanted to know that she was pretending something
What?
Qi Mo's eyes were dark and dark, the silver mask was dim, and his whole face looked blurry and difficult to figure out under the dark sky of Northern Qi. Zhong Qingye couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he instinctively disliked such probing eyes.
.
If the once beautiful and clean young man was a piece of crystal clear crystal, with a shameful light in his eyes that made people unable to bear to deceive him in the slightest, then Qi Mo is a dark magic stone, everything
They all seem to have precise magic power, and any lie will be eluded in front of him.
These were two completely different men, but they both gave her a sense of inability to escape.
Zhong Qingye suddenly remembered that she once told Ah Xuan that she would never be able to stay with him in this life, but she would always stay behind him.
So, does her current indescribable affection for Qi Mo count as a betrayal?
Bang
A violent impact sounded, Zhong Qingye was startled, and he suddenly came back to his senses. He saw Qi Mo's face was dark, and he punched the partition of the sedan. The entire sedan body was shaking, and it was hung on the top of the sedan.
The sedan curtain on the copper needle shrank and fluttered down.
The light in the sedan suddenly dimmed, and Zhong Qingye was shocked. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Qi Mo's face suddenly zooming in before his eyes, biting her lip hard, causing Zhong Qingye to frown in pain.
He frowned and couldn't help but groan.
The smell of blood spread rapidly in his mouth. Zhong Qingye sat there blankly, even forgetting to struggle. His mind went blank, leaving only one thought that kept spinning around like a merry-go-round.
Qi Mo discovered it!...He discovered it!...
What she found, she no longer knew.
The pain on the lip was transmitted to the nerve endings one by one. It was obviously a pain that could be ignored in normal times, but it seemed to be magnified several times at this moment. Zhong Qingye's eyes were astringent, and his breathing was involuntarily disordered, as if he was about to shed tears.
generally.
Qi Mo's kiss changed from nibbling with unclear meaning to ambiguous licking. Zhong Qingye suddenly came back to his senses and looked at the enlarged mask in front of his eyes in horror. Many emotions were constantly alternating in his brain, and there were waves of dull pain.
The promise she made with Ah Xuan, is this considered a betrayal...
Qi Mo finally let go of her. In the dim light, his pupils suddenly expanded violently. He was shocked at the clear liquid overflowing from the girl's eyes. He was at a loss and his whole body was as stiff as a stone sculpture.
It wasn't until his lips tasted the unusual warmth and bitterness that Zhong Qingye realized that he was abnormal. He turned around in a panic and wiped his face, threw out an apology indiscriminately, and quickly walked off the sedan chair with Qi Mo.
.
"Zhong Qingye!" Qi Mo's deep voice came out from the sedan, with extremely tolerable anger.
Zhong Qingye's body trembled, and she instinctively wanted to run faster, but her legs stopped uncontrollably. She had no choice but to keep wiping the tears on her cheeks with her hands.
Qi Mo opened the curtain and came out, and what he saw was Zhong Qingye, who had regained his composure. Only one glance made his anger burn even more.
Is she just so resistant to him? Is she so guarded against him? Is she so unwilling to be weak in front of him?
Zhong Qingye! Zhong Qingye! Zhong Qingye!...
Qi Mo gritted his teeth and kept chanting the name in his heart, and walked closer to her step by step.
The tall figure of the man carried an extremely oppressive aura. Zhong Qingye was in an unusual panic. His eyes did not make contact with him at all, and he wandered around randomly, unable to find a direction to stay.
"Prince and princess! Are you back?!"
Just when Qi Mo was less than half a meter away from Zhong Qingye, the old man's voice of surprise suddenly came from the palace gate on the left. Zhong Qingye hurriedly turned his eyes over as if he was about to receive amnesty, and squeezed out a smile and said:
: "Well, we...are back."
Qi Mo also stopped, took a deep look at Zhong Qingye, and turned around with an expression on his face.
The person who accidentally "rescued" Zhong Qingye was a gray-haired old man in his sixties. The traces of time were deeply engraved on his face. When it came to Zhong Qingye and Qi Mo, every wrinkle was filled with joy.
Zhong Qingye vaguely remembered that this person was also one of the twelve housekeepers and had met her several times. As for his name, she didn't bother to remember it.
It seemed that this person was quite special. When it came to him, Qi Mo's stiff and cold face softened a little, and he said calmly: "Uncle Fu, what's wrong?"
Uncle Fu came over and saluted the two of them. Zhong Qingye didn't want to accept such an old man's courtesy, so he hurriedly reached out to stop him and said with a smile: "No need, just tell me if you have anything to do."
Uncle Fu glanced at her gratefully, lowered his head and carefully took out a piece of red and white rag from the lapel of his clothes, and handed it to Qi Mo respectfully, his expression seemed to be filled with doubts and fear: "Your Majesty, this is for you.
After I left with the princess, I was nailed to the pillar of the palace with a dart. I am afraid that the servant may have something wrong, so I am waiting for the prince here."
Uncle Fu has been following Qi Mo for many years and has a certain understanding of some things. He said that if there are any differences, then there must be something wrong.
Qi Mo stretched out his hand to open the cloth, glanced at it, and instantly became serious. He raised his head and said to Zhong Qingye: "When I was not in the palace, was there anything unusual in the palace?"
"Huh? Why do you ask?"
Qi Mo handed the cloth to her, and Zhong Qingye took it and unfolded it, and saw that the center of the cloth was outlined with gold powder and coagulated blood, an eyebrow shape like a waning moon. The golden powder and dried blood complemented each other, making people feel ominous.
But apart from this, there is not a single word on the rag.
Zhong Qingye didn't understand this symbol, so he raised his head and asked in confusion: "What is this?"
"You don't know?" Qi Mo's tone was a bit probing.
Zhong Qingye frowned slightly: "Should I know?"
Qi Mo didn't answer, just looked at her silently, reached out to take the rag in her hand, turned to Uncle Fu and said, "Wait for the princess to go back to her room to rest."
After saying this, he walked into the palace without looking back, and his steps were even slightly hurried.