Mo Xie slowly closed his eyes and slowly let go of his divine sense, one mile, two miles, five miles, and eight miles. Mo Xie was so clever that he was clever.

"Special Envoy Zhuguang, you see that the master of the door and the master of Mao have been in the mountain for seven days and have not yet returned, are we going to hold a meeting to elect the British?" A man's mixed voice sounded.

I heard someone sigh, "When the door master left, he said that if he couldn't come back, he wanted us to assist Qiongxin's little girl on the top."

"Hey, Qu City Lord, what time is it now, Zhou Zitong of the Broken Knife Gate is about to move, and wants to dominate the martial arts, what can we do with a little child on the throne. It's better to convene a selection meeting, to determine the heroes with martial arts, so that the whole door can see in the eyes, who can say anything."

"That's what I said, but what if the master of the sect comes back from Yufeng Mountain, if you want me to look at this matter, let's not discuss it for now. Wait another ten days, half a month, if the door master doesn't come back by then. We're going to hold a British election, and we can't let such a useless kid take the position."

"Okay, that's it, from now on Wang Yan, you go back to Qingcheng, Qu Sheng goes back to Tiecheng, Fei Cai you go to Tongcheng, and Yan Kun you go to Zhucheng. If the master does not come back after ten days, you will bring your disciples to the general helm and convene a meeting to elect the British. I stayed at the helm and watched the two old guys, Ma Ming and Ning, as long as they couldn't turn the waves, there would be no problem. ”

The winter rain crackled against the tiles upstairs, gathering into an icy rain line, drifting with the night wind, drenching the grass, the buildings, the trees, and Qiongxin's heart.

Qiong Lin has been gone for eight days. In the past eight days, Qiong Xin seems to have passed eight years, every hour, every moment, the surrounding things and environment are changing, the contrast between the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and the hot and cold state of the world have to make Qiong Lin shocked. Without his father's wings, his previous efforts pale in comparison.

The rain was indeed not heavy, ticking, not like it was raining, but like teardrops. The dim vision was blocked in the rain as thin as a bead net. Looking into the distance, only a vague corridor of buildings, small courtyards, and ponds remained. After a few cold gusts, the rain seemed to be urged, and it became heavier. After a while, it fluttered up again, like mist and smoke swaying thousands of clear silks, drizzling rain, bursts of cool and cold penetrated Qiong's thin clothes.

The small building had become so empty lately that even his guards and maids didn't know where to go. Qiong Xin didn't ask for these anymore, it was right to go, and no one left behind to know what the result of the road was. Xiao Tao walked over gently, "Miss, it's cold." As she spoke, Xiao Tao put a pink cloak on Qiongxin's body,

Qiong Xin turned around and smiled, laughing so bitterly and bitterly. Thousands of losses, all kinds of helplessness, are all between this gentle smile. Now that Xiao Tao is his only friend, no one wants to approach this small building anymore.

Qiong Xin gently looked back and stared at the silk drizzle again, a gloom floated in her eyes, covering up the dream that she had had, and now it is no longer a drizzle, no longer hazy, no longer angry and sad. It's confusion and anticipation. Xiao Tao once told herself that Chixiao was back and was promoted to the protector of the Dharma. But I don't know what the road is for, and now Chixiao has not returned to the helm. Qiong Xin was looking forward to it now, she didn't know if she was watching the rain or waiting for this kind of gaze. "Will he snub me, or will he support me?" This is the question that Qiong Xin is most looking forward to knowing the Dao, but she believes in one thing: that heart has its own place, and no matter what she does, it will not change. Because that heart once confessed to itself with its life.

Qiong Xin's heart was restrained for a moment, she frowned painfully, a sadness hit the corner of her eyes, she couldn't help but tears fell like rain, and the drizzle fell on her shoulders and let her face run through tears, who would have thought that now she put her heart on the tip of the knife, but it hurt so deeply and so painfully. Why hasn't he come yet, whether he wants me or hates me.

Qiong Xin frowned, "Little Peach, is that old flower slave staying?"

"Yes, Miss".

Qiong Xin looked at the dark garden, since Chixiao left, that garden has been barren for a long time, there were still people who could tidy it up once, but now it is impossible to tell whether it is flowers or grass. Yesterday, an old man suddenly came, saying that it was his father's flower slave, because his father was gone, and the flower slave had nothing to do, so he wanted to come to this kind of flower. Qiong Xin sighed, is it still meaningful to plant flowers?

People go to the flowers to lose color, people return to the scene differently, I hope that the flowers are like words, and the leaves are not fragrant.

"Miss, our news is getting more and more closed, and now the big and small affairs in the door are decided by the special envoy of Zhuguang." Xiao Tao whispered.

"Don't worry about that, as long as the management inside the door is not messy. You don't have anything to inquire about, see when the Chixiao Protector will come back, and tell him, I'll look for him." Xiao Tao pondered for a moment before answering.

"Go, Xiao Tao, I want to sit by myself for a while, leave me alone, you can go and rest too." Qiong Xin didn't look back from the window, and said casually.

"Then, Miss, I'm going down, you call me if there's something", Xiao Yue walked downstairs with a little melancholy.

In the drizzle, the shadow on the second floor swayed, and the lonely figure could be seen gently brushing his hair in the hazy rain, and a faint sigh echoed in the deep silent rainy night, the heart was melancholy, and the people were melancholy. I don't know how long the night is deep, I don't know if the candle is out or the person is extinguished, the candlelight on the second floor flickered a few times and then slowly dimmed, and the whole Qionglou sank in the drizzly and overcast night.

Bang, bang, bang, after three bangzi sounds, the dark door of the building opened silently. A petite figure crept out, and a few flashed out of the courtyard door. An old man sat in a dark room, opened his eyes, and there was a slight sneer on his face. Then he closed his eyes again. The night was still quiet, so quiet that you could hear the sound of drizzle falling thousands of feet away.

In the rain curtain, a Hessian building flashed with white light, poof, poof, poof. There was a soft knock on the door, "Come in."

"The slave has seen the envoy".

"Well, what's new"?

"There's nothing special about it, it's just that the young lady took in that flower slave and asked me to go to the Chixiao Protector and say that I want to see him."

"Well, good".

"Envoy, you should be resting ......".

After a burst of clothes swishing, wave after wave of rapid breathing, occasionally a few creaks, and gradually the sound of wheezing was drowned out by the sudden heavy rain outside, drowning in the sound of the rushing wind and rain. No more sound could be heard, the rain was falling heavier and heavier, and all the sins and conspiracies were silenced by the sound of the crackling trumpet.

A long sigh echoed in the darkness, spreading far and clearly. Qiong Xin opened her eyes violently and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, was that sigh her own, why was it so deep, so resentful, so angry, so painful.

"Little Peach ......".

"Hey, miss, it's been seven days, and Chixiao hasn't returned to the helm yet?"

"Miss, I was just about to tell you that I heard someone from Zhucheng say that Chixiao also entered Yujian Mountain." Xiao Tao hurriedly told Qiong Xin the news that she had known a few days ago.

"Yes...... Is it ...... He...... Also...... Go...... now". Joan seemed to be thoughtful, and said word by word. There was no sound for a long time.

"Miss, the envoy of Zhuguang is here, and he is in the living room downstairs." "Miss".

"Ah, Xiao Tao, please wait a moment for the envoy of Zhuguang, I'll go down." After saying that, Qiong Xin sat there again and pondered.

"Yes, Miss" Xiao Tao cautiously withdrew, walked downstairs, and twisted her waist when she reached the entrance of the building.

"Envoy Zhuguang, Miss will go downstairs immediately", Xiao Tao said as she stood in front of the tea table and poured tea, I don't know when Xiao Tao's neckline was at least an inch lower. Takeguang stretched his hand and touched Xiao Tao's buttocks. The eyes are obsessed with lust. I don't know how long this kind of light has been buried, but today it has become so unscrupulous and easy.

Xiao Tao didn't hide, but became a little pandering. "Envoy Takemitsu, please drink tea."

"Hmm". Zhuguang took the tea, and his eyes looked at Xiao Tao's low neckline from time to time, and a deep peak groove was reflected in the greedy gaze. Zhuguang took a sip of tea, tasted it carefully, and recalled the taste of that rainy night not long ago.

Da, da, da. There was a sound of footsteps, and Qiong Xin appeared at the entrance of the building. "Uncle Zhuguang, are you here"?

Zhuguang hurriedly withdrew his lustful gaze and stood up. "Niece Joanxin, how are you doing lately"?

"Thank you Uncle Zhuguang for your concern, it's okay, I don't know what happened to Uncle Zhuguang?"

"Oh, Qiong Xin's niece, there have been too many people at the helm recently, in order to ensure your safety, from today onwards, I will send a hundred disciples to protect you, what do you think?"

"Then there is Uncle Lao Zhuguang." Joan Xin nodded. There wasn't much surprise on his face.

"Okay, if you have something, just talk to Ding Song, and he will help you do it." Takemitsu continued.

"I don't have anything to do, just keep them waiting."

"That's good, Qiongxin's niece, you have a good rest, in two days, I'll come to see you again, there are too many affairs in the door now, sometimes I can't take care of Qiongxin's niece, don't be careful."

"Uncle Zhuguang, you're busy, I'm fine."

"Then Qiongxin's niece, I'm leaving." After speaking, without waiting for Qiong Xin to reply, Zhuguang threw up his sleeves and walked outside the building.

Qiong Xin stared at the figure of Zhuguang, slowly closed her eyes, looked up at the empty sky, took a deep breath, and exhaled a long time.

The sky was just a little hazy, and Qiong Xin sat in front of the window, not knowing what Lu Dao was thinking.

"Miss, this is something sent to you by the envoy of Takemitsu." Xiao Tao whispered.

Qiong Xin didn't respond, still looking at the fading sky.

"Envoy Zhuguang said, if you agree, take a bath and put on this dress. In an hour, he will send someone to pick you up."

"Go, I know what to do, let me be quiet for a while, you can go back to the Zhuguang envoy, and come back to pick me up in two hours."

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