Can't resist, why not accept?
The corners of his mouth evoked a bitter smile, and what he couldn't resist, he had to accept. Even letting go is a luxury. Feng Qingge, Feng Qingge, what's your point here?
"The world is so big, where is my place to live." Even if I accept the facts and try to live in this place, what's the point? "The old man is gone, and things are gone, so why do you need to, and why do you need to add sorrow..."
Feng Qingge, if you say that surviving on the earth, there is still the meaning of survival, but on this star-moon continent, what is the meaning of your existence? What is there for you to miss here? It's just occupying a stinky skin and changing the world to survive.
What kind of despairing eyes are those eyes, which are lifeless to everything, and there is no trace of color in the dark eyes. Just like when the mother-in-law passed away, facing the palace up and down, facing the cold palace...
The cold light in the black eyes suddenly appeared, and the thin fingers lightly held Feng Qingge's palm, just when Feng Qingge turned her head slightly, Mu Cangyun said softly: "I, I can't promise you the world, but, I can give you a home."
That was what he had dreamed of since he was a child, a home. Simple, warm, that's all.
Family……
It was as if she had been severely injured by something, Feng Qingge couldn't help shaking her whole body, trying to pull out the hand that was held by Mu Cangyun, but she just moved and stopped resisting. Those star-like eyes made her unable to resist at all, so she could only sigh: "Give me some time to think about it, okay?"
"Okay, I'll wait for your news." Nodding, Mu Cangyun let go of Feng Qingge's hand and looked at the leaves carried by the wind, fluttering in front of his eyes, as if he was indecisive and hesitant. The people who decide are exactly the same, Feng Qingge, how can you arouse your desire and desire for survival?
"When you live, there is at least hope. When you die, there is nothing left. When one day you have a bond, you will stay."
Listening to Mu Cangyun's voice, Feng Qingge just smiled faintly. She didn't even know where her hope was, so how could she be entangled? If there is only one tie, it is...
Looking at the person in front of her subconsciously, Feng Qingge's heart suddenly touched.
At the same time, the people who were still drinking in the First Grade Hall were in high spirits. They took Zheng Zixu's hand and talked long and short while burping. Murong Hao was even more cheerful. Looking at Feng Lingyun, his eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Feng Aiqing, when will Feng Chen come back, I, I can't wait..."
Feng Lingyun's brows twitched slightly, and he cupped his hands: "Your Majesty, Feng Chen is rushing back from Jiahai, and he will arrive at the capital in half a month."
"That's good, that's good, it's just why the time is so slow this time, I remember it only took a month last time..." Murong Hao propped up the chair with one hand and said drunkenly.
Zheng Zixu, who was on the side, laughed and said with a folding fan, "Your Majesty, you must have forgotten. This Jiahai gave holy water, but to consume holy water, you also need the divine chef Lan Yu. General Feng Chen is going to invite the divine chef Lan. Lord Yu, so I wasted time. It's not too early, Your Majesty, let's go back to the palace first."
"Holy water is coming soon, and I am also relieved. My body is not as good as a year. The holy water of Jiahai can delay aging and cure all diseases. I, I want to live a hundred years, and I have to live another hundred years. , I can't bear this country, I can't bear..." With his eyes confused, Murong Hao's pace was a little unsteady, with Zheng Zixu's support, he staggered to and fro.
The ministers sitting below listened to these words, but they did not dare to spread it out easily.
Compared with this incident, the entire Yun Kingdom paid more attention to the marriage of Mu Cangyun and Feng Qingge.
At the end of the street, there was a discussion about a prince who had lost his legs, and a pair of obese who couldn't use star power. It's a pity that His Royal Highness King Cen is not as good as before, but he is still a beautiful man, and he is a big follower of the trend family. The eldest lady is married, I don't know if it is joy or sorrow.
The black figure was vertical and horizontal, as if it had no weight. It fell lightly on the branches, his toes touched the leaves lightly, the whole person stood under the moonlight, looked at another figure coldly, and rushed into the house.
"His Royal Highness, the plan failed and the mission failed." No one was found to be followed at all. The person who entered the room tore off the mask from his face, grabbed his injured right arm, and knelt on one knee on the ground gasping for breath.
Before the book case, the man in the fine python shirt was standing, the brush in his hand stopped, and he turned his face and said softly: "Yehuan, after following this highness for so long, don't you still know about this highness's temper? It's just two plans. , to let the emperor know that it is enough for him to be rebellious in his heart."
"But Your Highness..." Yehuan's face sank slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Wang Ming failed to assassinate King Cen and failed to injure King Cen. He has now been put in the Fengfu Prison for strict guarding. Although the small one secretly shot an arrow to assassinate the emperor. , but was stopped by Ying Lingfei, the guard beside Mu Cangyun, and he was chased for three hours before he got rid of..."
"The talented people around Mu Cangyun can't be ignored, one is Zheng Zixu, the other is Ying Lingfei. Zheng Zixu is greedy for money and lustful on the surface, but he seems to be weak, but in fact it is the most difficult. I can't figure it out. Ying Lingfei, oil and salt do not enter, and there is still no gap between soft and hard. It is really disgusting..." The problem in his hand was suddenly cut into two parts, he put down the pen and ink indifferently, and wiped his fingers.
Staring at the candlelight in front of him, he rolled his eyes and said with a sneer: "However, thanks to the royal father for giving this highness the opportunity to marry Feng Qingge and Mu Cangyun, we can find a gap in her. Yehuan, it's useless. People don't need to keep it, but it will ruin our plan. But I heard that there is a girl named Cui Chun, who has a connection with Wang Ming? It seems that this girl is someone from Feng Qingge, hum. Since the choice After Feng Qingge, then squeeze Wang Ming's body well, this last bit of use value."
"Yes!" Ye Huan bowed his head, already knowing his master's plan.
The Xingyue Continent is completely different from the earth. Although the people on the earth are weak, they rely on their own thinking ability to constantly innovate and study various new things to replace the insufficiency of the body. The Xingyue Continent is different. Everyone relies on the power of the stars to cultivate, and can transform the power of the stars into their own star power and gather them in the dantian. It is equivalent to the internal strength of the ancients. Introducing Qi into the body can enhance the strength of the body. Therefore, here the strong are respected, and everyone follows the way of practice thousands of years ago, which has never changed.
However, what makes Feng Qingge depressed is that once there is a problem with his body, it is equivalent to painting the title of waste. She inspected her body according to the Five Qi Observation Method in Feng Family's Cultivation Method. This body is too fragile. Apart from the fat in this body, Feng Qingge's internal meridians and internal organs have already begun to age, and his own vitality is extremely weak, and this disease is brought from the mother's womb, the veins and dantian are blocked, and it is impossible to cultivate at all.
Inside her internal organs, there was still a mass of black poisonous gas spreading, which was about to erode her heart. If the poison gas attacked her heart, she would definitely die violently. If there is no way to completely detoxify, her lifespan is only half a year!
In half a year, she will die!