The inner palace is watery, and all the palaces in the imperial city are alarmed in the night.

In King Cheng's mansion, there are two figures, one tall and one short, looking at the skyrocketing firelight.

The man was tall, his broad back muscles were tightened, and under the abrupt eyebrows, sparks flashed in a pair of deep eyes.

The man's voice was low: "You go and meet her." ”

"Yes."

National Teacher's House.

Qinghu found that as long as Qin Xin is willing to cooperate, he can also be a good helper.

Her wide sleeves swept over, and all the white wax in the treasury fell to the ground, a full eight boxes.

It seems that this precious ash is only used in a few palaces, so there is so much left.

Qinghu opened the box and took out one, the white wax was delicate and smooth to the touch, and she had infinite nostalgia in her heart.

At that time, in Youfangzhuang, the guards were still there, and these white waxes were completed by them together, just like Ruxiao was rescued by them together.

There is also Brother Duanting, who is alias Guangzhang, who was also resurrected together.

If they're not together, none of these things can be done.

How long did the Guardian lose his brother before they could recognize him when they met.

He must be glad that his brother is alive.

Compared with his decades of companionship, he should hope that his brother will return to his side.

Qinghu was immersed in deep contemplation, not noticing that the eight wooden boxes in front of her gradually turned into smoke and dust. In the end, along with the white ash in her hand, she was not spared.

Qinghu's hands trembled, his body trembled, and he almost fell weightless.

Qin Xin snatched Qinghu's empty hand, she used force in her hand, hooked her lips and smiled, she couldn't tell whether it was mockery or self-deprecation, "When did Xiao Qinghu think about me like this?" ”

Qinghu was in pain, but she was more irritable, and she stared at Qin Xin with cold eyes, as if she wanted to eat someone.

"Qin Xin, have you forgotten that I said that no one can destroy my things."

A dagger appeared in Qinghu's hand at some point, only to hear a pop, and the dagger pierced into Qinxin's chest.

Qinghu's cold voice shattered to the ground: "I will never think about you." What about what you ruined me, he's in my heart. My heart is full of him, and I don't even have a place to hate you, you are so pitiful! ”

"Ahh

Qinghu only felt a heart-piercing pain!

"Do you think I'm reluctant to kill you?! Qin Xin threw away Qinghu and stared at her, "Xiaoqinghu, I gave you a chance." ”

Qinghu raised his hand and pulled out his dagger, and a thick black mist gushed out. Qinghu fell to the ground and gasped, the dagger clattered to the ground, and before she could react, the black mist came straight to her eyebrows.

Clear Lake was powerless, and she curled up with her head in her hands until all the black mist burrowed into her body, and a grain of black sand locked in the center of her eyebrows.

Her soul was squeezed and driven away, and she retracted into the sea of consciousness.

Qin Xin picked up Qinghu and slowly walked towards the dormitory.

"From now on, you will live for me."

It wasn't the result she wanted, but if she didn't, she was afraid that one day she would kill her by mistake.

And Qinghu finally saw the scarlet shadow in her sea of knowledge.

Duan Ting sat cross-legged, a streamer red robe lined with his white jade-like skin, and his long black hair poured to the ground. Even though his face was hidden in the mist and mist, Qinghu could feel his sacred and noble field, and he controlled a space for himself, as if he was in front of him but not here.

It's obviously not real, but Qinghu feels that it's blasphemy at a glance.

If the temperament of the guard is cold, then the one in front of him is holy and solemn, and it is not to be taken seriously.

Since he hadn't woken up yet, Qinghu didn't dare to disturb him.

Qinghu let out a deep breath and began to walk in the opposite direction. She didn't realize that her soul was being driven and imprisoned, thinking that it was just a dream, and that she would wake up tomorrow and reclaim her body.

Qinghu Lake floated on the surface of the sea of knowledge, and there were sparkling waves on the water, she took off her shoes and socks and lifted her skirt into the water, only to find that those undulating points of light could be salvaged.

Qinghu's hand reached into the water to stir up a whirlpool, and the points of light slowly converged, and she reached into her left hand and held out as many broken lights as a small mountain.

Qinghu returned to the shallows and sat down, and she picked out a broken light at random and held it up to look at it. Through the light, Qinghu saw his own memory, which was the moment he woke up when he first arrived at the National Teacher's Mansion.

The picture is finally fixed on Qin Xin's face, and then the broken light is gently shattered at the fingertips of Qinghu, and once again enters the sea of knowledge.

So she held her own memories? It suddenly occurred to Qinghu that he could look for clues about Qinxin here.

Qin Xin has been guiding herself to recognize her, consciously or unconsciously, and if she can really find out her identity, she will probably know why she is so paranoid and crazy.

Qinghu didn't expect that this would also be a blessing in disguise, she carefully read the memories she picked up, and salvaged more memories over and over again.

Qinghu has been busy for a long time, but he only sees some trivial things. And the memories she picked up will condense again after they are scattered into the sea of knowledge, which means that if they are not all salvaged at once, she will never be able to finish these memories.

It's simply an impossible task.

Qinghu's patience and good mood lasted for more than an hour, and then he began to sit in the sand and draw with his fingers.

She had been guided by Duanting to the lowest level of the Sea of Knowledge, where there was a sealed door for the Feiqing Venerable God.

In the depths of the sea of consciousness are her guardians and other important memories.

The middle layer is the broadest and deepest, where is the knowledge of the entire fire jade world that she has mastered.

And now it's just a superficial memory, and she's helpless.

The memory of Keqing Lake is dynamic. She has to face not only the already in the sea of knowledge, but also the eyes, ears, mouth, nose and tongue of this body that constantly capture the memories of life.

The water of Zhihai patted her calves, and Qinghu's skirt was half wet.

She saw Qin Xin holding her hand and lying on the bed, Qin Xin sighed softly, and seemed to be extremely lonely.

This sigh is very real, it seems that thousands of expectations have been disappointed, desolate and sad, and there is a stubbornness that refuses to wake up from a dream.

Qinghu's heart suddenly settled, and she suddenly had the illusion that she had really failed Qin Xin.

"Since you have worked so hard to find me, why don't you recognize me and ask me to guess?"

"If I really fail you, you can blame me, blame me, accuse me, and let me give you an explanation."

"Why ...... so much"

Qinghu lay on her back, and the sky in the sea suddenly turned into a starry sky, and she didn't know if this starry sky was the same as what others saw.

Qinghu leaned sideways with his arms on his side, and the Duanting brother in the distance was still awe-inspiring and sacrosanct.

She couldn't see his face clearly, and she didn't know if he resembled the Guard. She hadn't seen the Guardian for a long time, and she didn't know where he was, but she had looked for herself.

At this time, there were more fire qilins beside Duanfeng, and they were in the Wind Jade Empire, and they were treating a plague.

The diversion of the river left a small town without the nourishment of living water, and the silted river became a breeding ground for epidemics. Duanfeng readjusts the waterways, and the Fire Kirin appears in the town to act as a benevolent healer.

Duanfeng always had a cold face, and the fire qilin didn't know what he was thinking when he was beside him.

The little delicate and cute of the gods-sama /book/97692/