"So, the Feng family has some connection with the Eastern Continent royal family?"
"It's almost hatred. Bai Linghua married the Feng family for the sake of marriage between countries. She didn't want to marry, and she wanted to kill Feng Yan. Feng Yan didn't want to either. She tried every means to escape from the marriage, but the two misunderstood
They bumped into each other by mistake, and in the end they took a detour in vain, and ended up getting married."
Ye Fuxun thought this fate was wonderful, "What about He Lianyan's fate?"
"He Lianyan also accidentally met Bai Xiaojin, the seventh prince who was being hunted. After saving him, he was stalked and beaten by him. He Lianyan went down the mountain because of this. He didn't want the position of elder or high-strength martial arts. He only wanted a man, and he died in the end.
It's not a pity that her boss has been sad for many years and has been in seclusion since then."
Ye Fuxun couldn't help but sigh, "Senior, what do you think is the best way for people to make choices?"
Senior Miaokong was silent for a long time, and then she said, "I don't know, I like to travel around the world, and I never thought that one day I would be so brutally tortured by an evil woman. Do you think I would live a better life if I stayed peacefully in the Yan Pavilion?"
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Ye Fuxun couldn't answer. Is this fate?
No, destiny shouldn't be like this. The world is big and the earth is big. As long as people exist, they must look for their own happiness everywhere. You can't be trapped in one place and live a lifetime of self-pity, right?
Well, these questions have always existed. It seems impossible to ask a clear answer, so let’s take it step by step.
The group set off again. Ye Fuxun specially hired a carriage to let the elders with limited mobility sit on it, and she accompanied them on horseback.
Mo Qingfeng accompanied her, and the two of them rode horses side by side. He said, "I thought you wanted to kill me."
Ye Fuxun turned around and took a look. Mo Qingfeng must have overheard the conversation with Senior Miaokong.
"But don't think that I am doing it for the so-called justice. I just think that Mo Qingyue is young and should not be alone."
"Do you know how old my sister is?"
"About ten years old?"
"She is already fifteen years old and her body will not grow any longer."
"?" Ye Fuxun's face was full of surprise. Mo Qingyue looked almost ten years old. Her small body?
"She has been soaked in medicine since she was a child. My father was cruel and wanted her to become invincible, but she ended up like this."
"Your father is a beast."
"So I killed him."
"That was my first time killing someone, but the first person I killed was my father. I cut him with my own hands. Do you know this feeling?"
Ye Fuxun was speechless. She thought she had experienced the most pain, but she didn't know that there was anyone who was in more pain than her.
The psychological trauma is far more profound than the bleeding and pain caused by a sword, right?
Mo Qing said, "My sister agreed to refine the medicine because of me. My health is not good and I cannot make those medicines. Yueyue took it on my behalf."
"My father found out that she was disabled and wanted to force me to throw herself into the medicine jar, otherwise he would kill my sister."
"I had no choice, so I took the knife and attacked my loved ones."
"At that time, I thought that killing the demon would save the two of us. Who knew that the people in the Moyan Tower were eager to get the secrets of the exercises, otherwise they would kill us."
"In order to survive, I practiced evil techniques. When I became possessed, I almost killed Yueyue."
"It was she who never left me and stayed with me."
"So when I learned that she was controlled and hidden by Sikong Ran, I didn't dare to do anything. She is my only close relative. We, brother and sister, depend on each other. If I can't even protect her, can I protect myself?"
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Mo Qingfeng said a lot, and those were all private matters that no one knew about.
But there is one thing he doesn't know, that is, the real Mo Qingyue is dead, and another person is alive.
Ye Fuxun turned to look at the poor leader of the Demon Cult, not knowing what to say.
There are intrigues and intrigues in the palace, and the world is bloody and dangerous. It seems that no place is safe?
"Why do you have to have trouble with decent people?" Ye Fuxun asked.
Mo Qing smiled. He had a beautiful smile, his eyes were shining, and his handsome face was bright and dazzling. He was originally a handsome and colorful person, but this smile eclipsed the light of the sky.
Mo Qing said, "There is a saying that I did not kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. Do you understand the meaning of this sentence?"
Ye Fuxun frowned, meaning he was forced to do so.
"When decent people see people in the demon sect, their first reaction is to kill them all, as if they are the only people in the world and others are not? What is the truth of this?"
"But you kill people randomly."
"As I said just now, some people shoot themselves at the gunpoint. There is no way I can raise my hands and let others slaughter them."
Ye Fuxun was silent, maybe, he was quite cold-blooded sometimes, just because of his bad experiences since childhood, his temperament was a little cold and heartless, and Mo Qingfeng must have had this kind of psychological reaction.
It is really difficult to distinguish right from wrong in this matter.
The group drove for half a month and finally arrived at the foot of Miaoxianzong Mountain.
The mountains and rivers of Miaoxianzong are verdant and the clouds are misty. It is a dreamlike place.
She stood at the foot of the mountain. She said goodbye to her elders and didn't want to go up. She planned to rush back to the imperial city to see her mother.
Senior Miaokong said, "Since we have come here, why not walk a little further?"
Ye Fuxun thought for a while and agreed. Thinking that his mother would be here later, he might as well go up and have a look.
She followed her to Miaoxian Sect. Senior Miaokong led people to a big stone and asked, "Did you see the words on it?"
She followed the instructions and looked at the words on the stone. The words were flying, elegant and spirited. They were very familiar. Isn't this the queen's handwriting?
It's "Bu Shuzi". Why did the queen choose this sentence?
Senior Miaokong said, "She didn't want to stay in Miaoxian Sect at that time."
"The words next to it are Su Lian Feng Shuang Qi, Goshawk Painting is unique. Is it also left by my mother? But it doesn't look like her handwriting?"
"No, it was your imperial uncle who stayed behind."
"Ah?" Ye Fuxun was shocked.
Did the emperor's uncle and his mother really have a past?
Senior Miaokong said, "Your uncle, the emperor, came with He Lianyan's brother. They met on the way and they came to Miaoxian Sect together to enjoy the scenery. Later, your mother married into the palace, and your emperor
My uncle came here and left this poem.
It was raining heavily that day, and I just rushed back from outside. I found a man sneaking around in the Miaoxian Sect in the middle of the night. I almost beat him to death. Later I found out it was your uncle, so I hurriedly apologized.
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Ye Fuxun was speechless. All the grudges and grudges between his parents were left in the past. If future generations want to know, they can understand the vicissitudes of life by just listening to a few words. However, who can really understand those thrilling events?
Is it like the heavy rain or the night that is as black as thick ink and covers the sky, almost strangling people to death?