Chapter 476

"Listen to you." Gu Mian ink light promise.

"But." Fengxi was not at ease. "The situation in Dongdu is so tense. If I can rest peacefully, isn't it..."

"Don't worry." Gu Yinmo interrupted her, "the demon clan is short of you, and you will be in a dead end, won't you?"

There's no need for the two branch leaders of Dongdu to fight against each other.

"Your Majesty said so."

Feng Xi bit his lower lip and agreed to come down immediately.

"Take a rest first, and I'll make medicine for you." Mo Qingge had a good attitude and ran out with great interest.

Gu Mian's ink face shows a light smile, and his hind feet follow him.

Feng Xi sat in the hall, the brain is still a blank, ethereal eyes a bit more complex.

"Ah Chen, I will fly to the divine world as soon as possible, bring my children to reunite with you, wait for me, be sure to wait for me."

……

After Fengxi was pregnant, she took a rest in the side hall. Most of the miscellaneous affairs of the Allied forces fell on Mo Liang's head.

And Qiyun hall also according to the demon emperor's words, let the coalition army act according to the law and order of the demon army, and respect the demon as the commander of the coalition army.

Deep at night, the moon is quiet and empty, and Mo Qingge is called to Shuixian Pavilion by the saint.

"Mother." She stepped into the inner hall with a gentle tone, "why don't you rest so late?"

My mother called her late at night. There must be something urgent.

"Can't sleep, also just found some strange, will call you to have a look." Cold red candle a gentle smile.

"But what progress has been made in the antidote of the enchanting insects?" Mo Qingge's eyes brightened.

"It's not progress, either." Cold red candlelight is right, "last time you sent me poisonous blood, I looked carefully."

Mo Qingge explained: "it's a poisoned person bitten by a poisonous ghost. His poisonous blood may be more than 100 times stronger than that of an ordinary poisoned person!"

"Well." Cold red candle nodded, then said, "I found that the blood poison is more complex, not just from a poison!"

"What do you mean by that?" She didn't quite understand.

"I mean, a poisoned person may have been bitten by more than one poisonous ghost!" Cold red candle is concise and comprehensive, blurts out.

Mo Qingge was stunned: "in other words, there must be more than one poisonous ghost."

"That's right."

That's good news for her.

Only by taking the blood of the poisonous ghost can we find an antidote and eradicate it completely.

"Song." Cold red candle face dew worry, "poison ghost certainly not in a few, you must be more careful, don't be hurt by them, otherwise there is no cure!"

These days, she has been worried about singing.

After all, there is no antidote for the enchantment. Once bitten by the poisonous ghost, it will be directly killed. There is no room for maneuver.

"I see, mother." Mo Qing song gently said, "tomorrow I will add more eyeliner to find the whereabouts of the poison ghost."

If we find the poisonous ghost soon, it will be over soon.

Instead, she continued, with a worried tone: "mother, it's very late. You should have a rest earlier. Don't be tired because of this."

She didn't want her mother to work with her.

"Well."

After that, Mo Qingge left Shuixian Pavilion and went back to Qingcheng Pavilion.

At this time, the night is deep. When she leaves from Qingcheng Pavilion, uncle Huang has fallen asleep.

So when she entered the inner hall, she was always light handed and worried that she would wake up the people on the couch.

Wheezing——

The door of the hall closed gently. As soon as Mo Qingge stepped into the room, he heard a slight gasp.

Uncle Huang?

Close to the bed, I saw that the people on the bed were still in the dream, but their pretty brows were slightly locked, and a lot of cold sweat came out of their forehead. They breathed heavily, and their exquisite faces were full of anxiety.

Nightmare.

Uncle Huang, he has a nightmare again!

The deep gasp, more and more urgent, seems to be strangled throat lock, almost suffocation.

"Uncle Huang, uncle Huang." Mo Qingge spoke softly, trying to wake him up.

The next second, blood red diffuse eyes, body uncontrollable, as if falling into an endless abyss.

"Song

Suddenly, Gu Mian Mo suddenly woke up. In his mind, it was still a bloody picture, and he was still a little shaken.

It's like reality, it's like fantasy.

"Uncle Huang, here is Ge'er." Mo Qingge hugged him and noticed that his body was still shaking slightly. Her clothes were soaked with cold sweat. She said gently, "it's all right, it's all right."

"Ge'er..." he just came back to himself, subconsciously hugged the woman's waist and calmed down a lot.

In a moment, he said, "Geer doesn't rest in the middle of the night. Where did he go?"

In his tone, he was worried.

He held it tightly, worried that once he let go, he would never hold his song again.

"I couldn't sleep, so I went to the Narcissus Pavilion for a turn." Mo Qingge tone light, and then asked, "Uncle Huang, you nightmare?"

"It's all right." His voice returned to calm.

But a pair of ink eyes, still shrouded in some bleak, desolate.

Mo Qingge looked into his eyes and said, "if you have something on your mind, tell Ge'er. It's hard to let go of it."

Uncle Huang's pupil is as beautiful as the sea of stars, but it is always covered with a layer of gloom, as if sealed.

And she wanted to see the bright stars and the sea.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mo Qingge continued: "tell Ge'er not to keep guessing and worrying about you, OK?"

He looked like ink, blurted out: "the dream, the late."

The man in the dream, the dead.

It's a calm tone, but it's like a dead heart.

Mo Qingge's heart "clattered" for a while, some tingling, soft voice asked him: "after the fall of the empress, will uncle Huang often remember her?"

"Occasionally."

Occasionally two words, heavy and complex.

For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely low.

Mo Qingge didn't know how to continue to take his words.

"Song." In a moment, Gu mianmo leaned on her shoulder and held her slender waist, "you know, I once had a younger brother."

"Brother?"

She had never heard uncle Huang mention it.

"Well." He looks indifferent, "unfortunately, just born less than 10 days, died."

"Why?" She didn't understand.

It's hard. Did you die of illness?

"I was just three hundred when he was born." Gu's tone was much more gentle. "At that time, the mother's status was low, and she was dragging a frail and sick son. Naturally, she was not allowed to be spoiled. Even when the prince of the Royal Palace was born, no one cared."

"My mother is a little out of her mind. Because she is not favored, we are often bullied. She just told me to bear it." The color of his eyes darkened a lot

"That day, she came back to the palace, covered in blood and ragged clothes. She was so crazy that she cried and laughed for a while. I was so scared that she wanted to comfort me, so she began to beat and scold me, crying while fighting. Finally, she took out her dagger and lost her mind to the baby who was just born for ten days..."

It was her own child, ten days old.