THE UNRIVALED MIRACLE DOCTOR AND THE GOD
Chapter 187: The Little Master Who Killed Men & Women [1]
Outside Luodu, in the countryside, there was a green grave in a very beautiful place.
Look at that tomb, it's Xinli. But it was carefully coated with green grass, and the repair was smooth and smooth. In front of the tomb, there was a stone slab with only one line engraved on it ... [Mu Qingge's Wife, Qin Tomb].
Mu Qingge was wearing a military uniform, sitting cross-legged in front of the tomb, behind her, a fire-like red robe, strewn like a fan, scattered across the grass. Behind him, all the dragon tooth guards kneeled on the ground on one foot, silent like statues, no one let out a sound to disturb their master.
Qin Yilian was not buried in the royal cemetery of the Qin Kingdom.
He asked Qin Jinchen to persuade Consort Yun, take Qin Yilian out, and personally choose such a place with a quiet environment and pleasant scenery as her resting place.
Unable to save Qin Yilian, perhaps it would be a regret in her heart, but it would not let her drown.
A gentle breeze blew over the treetops, carrying a 'screeching' sound'.
Like a song like a shout, with wisdom and melody.
Mu Qingge placed her hands on her knees, condensed the words engraved on the stone tablets, and whispered: "Dear, pity, pity, I can only fulfill your wishes like this and wish you a peaceful rest.
In the green grave, the edge of the grass swayed in the wind, as if answering Mu Qingge's words.
Vaguely, Mu Qingge seemed to see Qin Yilian figure changing in the blue grave, looking at him with a pure smile. In the big eyes, it was still simple and meticulous, without any pollution.
He narrowed his eyes, raised his chin lightly, and looked at that illusory figure.
He didn't know if it was Qin Yilian's returning soul or his own illusion, but he knew that at this moment, he wasn't willing to destroy everything. If it's a dream, let it continue ...
"Darling .." whispered Mu Qingge. He saw Qin Yilian smiling to herself. Her smile was so sweet and warm, just like the first time I saw her, it made her feel happy.
“Little sister, I'll dance for you.” Dazed, Mu Qingge heard Qin Yilian's voice. As soft and sweet as before.
Unknowingly, he nodded.
This time, he did not refuse indifferently.
In the green tomb, the illusory figure danced lightly, like neon blue smoke, and flew like a butterfly. This was the most beautiful dance that Mu Qingge had ever seen.
He looked attentively and did not miss any expression or movement. The corners of the mouth rise thin because of this.
After dancing, snow floated in the sky unnoticed.
Snow like goose feathers slowly descended on the grass and sprinkled among the green graves.
Everyone in Longyawei were shocked, looking at the snowflakes falling from the sky, their firm and firm faces filled with doubt. This is not the season for snow.
Immediately, the earth turned white, and Mu Qingge and Longyawei were covered with a thin layer of silver clothing.
They did not move, the expression in their eyes still stared at the silver-coated red back.
Still high and steady, but with a little sadness.
“Little sister, is the dance of pity and mercy handsome?” The illusory figure played with his hands behind his back, looking for Mu Qingge's answer expectantly.
Those huge eyes were bent like a crescent moon, with starlight in their gaps.
It seemed that he was doing his best to dance just to get an affirmation from Mu Qingge.
Mu Qingge nodded heavily, the smile at the corner of her mouth deepening.
In his clear eyes, the reason was lost for the first time, leaving only the delicate figure of Qin Yilian imprinted in his heart.
Her clothes were not stained with blood, and her heart was not broken by arrows, she was still surrounded by him with a pure and brilliant smile, calling him "little sister" with a soft and sweet voice. '.
"Brother, let me ask you to eat some candy. This is Lian Lian's favorite candy." Mu Qingge's approval made the crescent-like eyes more curved. He stretched out his hand, held a piece of candy in his hand, and handed it to Mu Qingge.
Did you ask him to eat candy again?
The corner of Mu Qingge's mouth was getting even more up. She recalled that when she met Taolin, the little princess asked herself to eat a sweet one, but she ignored it.
It seemed like ever since, the little princess realized her rejection, so she did not ask him for candy.
It turned out that inviting him to eat sweet-sweet is the way the little princess expresses her love for someone.
Mu Qingge slowly raised her hand and spread out her palm to pick up the candy, which was a kind of sharing her fondness.
The figure waiting anxiously showed a delighted smile after seeing Mu Qingge extend her hand. He carefully placed the sugar in his hand on Mu Qingge's palm.
White candy is cold when you start.
The misty color in Mu Qingge's eyes receded like a tide, and Qin Yilian was no longer in front of him. But in his palm, there was snow melting.
Is this an illusion?
Mu Qingge withdrew her hand and looked at the snow that melted into a drop of clear water in her palm.
Hold on tight and let the snow soak through your fingers. He looked at Qin Yilian's tombstone and whispered softly: "Lian Lian, I'm leaving. See you later."
After which, he stood up and snow fell on his body.
Longyawei also immediately stood up, and all the snowflakes on his body were shaken from the ground, as if the snow on the ground melted together.
“Go.” Mu Qingge turned around and ordered Longyawei.
With Longyawei, he left here and finished his condolences for Qin Yilian.
The interest! The interest!
A series of footprints appeared on the snowy ground, and a tall and slender figure appeared in front of Qin Yilian's tomb.
She slowly crouched down and raised her hand to caress the array of characters on the tombstone.The beauty of the cold and icy facial features brought complex and sad emotions.
"Darling, I never knew you really admired him" she said.
His eyes were fixed on the word "wife" on the tombstone, with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, and said in an envious tone: "All of a sudden I envy you." I envy you so pure and brave.
“Maybe, just like you you can stop him.” He pulled his hand and slowly got up. Concentrating on the thin snow-covered blue tomb, a trace of pain flashed across the cold eyes: "And me, what should I do?"
...
Qin Palace, Qin Jinchen returned to the temporary dormitory after handling some government affairs.
As soon as I entered, I saw an unexpected figure.
His body was thin, standing in the shadows, like thin smoke, which would disappear at any moment. She wore plain clothes and had no hair with decorative ink, which did not match her glamorous facial features, but added a hint of elegance.
“Changle?” Qin Jinchen walked over and called out the name of the person.
Qin Yiyao slowly shifted her gaze, her cold eyes fixed on Qin Jinchen: "Brother Emperor, I went to see Lian Lian today."
Qin Jinchen's steps slowed down, and Qin Yiyao's words, she lightly lowered her head, not knowing how to answer him for a while.
Qin Yiyao looked at him for a long time before saying: "I didn't expect that it would be you in the end. But you can give up a useful throne so coldly."
There were no waves in Qin Jinchen's indifferent eyes.
He raised the corner of his lips, but there was no warmth in his smile: "You might think inwardly that I am the one who has the deepest plan."
"No." Qin Yiyao slowly shook her head: "If you really like this country, you won't make any concessions today."
“Why don't you think that I encourage Seventh Emperor Brother to be in charge of everything behind the scenes?” Qin Jinchen's waveless eyes stared at him, and the atmosphere in the temple looked cold.
Qin Yiyao smiled bitterly and looked down: "Whether it has nothing to do with me or not. I came to see you today, just to beg for something."
Qin Jinchen's eyes flickered, his lips pursed in silence.
Qin Yiyao looked at him and said in a serious tone like never before: "Exclude my name from the royal family. From then on, there will be no Qin Yiyao in the Qin royal family."
Qin Jinchen slightly narrowed his eyes and guessed his intentions. "Are you going? Will never come back again?"
Qin Yiyao smiled lonelyly: "What did you do when you came back? Here, what else is worthy of my nostalgia?"
"Where are you going? Where is Mu Qingge? Are you planning to never see her again?" Ask Qin Jinchen.
Qin Yiyao's eyelashes shook, she turned her face away, and escaped Qin Jinchen's sight: "Where to go? I haven't thought about it. Linchuan is so big, there will always be something I like. And he ... now, how am I supposed to deal with him?"
“Do you hate it?” Qin Jinchen stepped forward, not wanting to miss any expression on his face.
Qin Yiyao trembled, bit her lips, and said with a complicated look: "Hate? How should I hate? Can I kill him if I hate him? Or kill him and I won't hate him anymore?"
"Because you can't forget him, why don't you stay. If he can take you back for your happiness, it proves that he has you in his heart ..."
“If I stay, what can I do and nothing happens, can I hang out with him without complaints?” Qin Yiyao interrupted Qin Jinchen.
He was in pain to stay.
I am constantly wandering between love and hate. He knew that he would never find Mu Qingge to avenge him, but he could not stay by his side as if nothing had happened.
Getting out is the best option.
Whether it's for yourself or for him.
Qin Jinchen watched Qin Yiyao leave, and his cold back made him speechless.
He had never been a nosy person, but as long as he met the people and things related to Mu Qingge, he became less like himself.
Frowning, he turned around and left.
There are still many details about the rise of the new king. As of now, he did not quite understand why he had boarded Mu Qingge's thief ship to clean up the mess for him.
Tu Guo, the most remote country northwest of Linchuan.
Here, the sky was filled with wind and sand, as well as the meadow stretched out. When there is no wind and sand, you can see the beauty of cows and sheep blown by the wind and grass everywhere. But if you face the wind and the sand, you will feel like you are falling to Hell.
The climate here is very cold and very hot, experiencing two extremes every day.
Tu Guo, this country, has always been synonymous with barbarism and crime in the eyes of other countries.
People here are desperate for a fight and love detention, For them, ethics is more like nonsense.
The capital of Tu Guo is called the royal palace.
The night was late, and the royal palace was still very much alive. Tu Guo men enjoyed the entertainment of drinking wine every night, and the women also liked to sit together, showing off their manhood.
Moreover, if you love me, Tu Guo men and women can find a place at will to vent their powerful energy.