The Respect of Wearing Books Comes to the World

"frame?"

"Leaving only one person intentionally, or Mu Rong, using this method to kill people at this time..."

"Master, what you mean is that someone deliberately framed me?"

"It doesn't have to be a baby, but the ability of the baby's dark spirit root is to devour, even if it's disguised, there are similarities."

Who on earth is it?

"Master, there is a candidate for Xiaoyan here, but...the master must not be soft-hearted when the time comes."

"?" Soft-hearted, he?

Gong Qianyan smiled, stretched out his hand to caress the black hair on Yue Qinghe's neck.

Possession said a few words in Yue Qinghe's ear, Yue Qinghe's beautiful eyes slightly widened.

The wind blows, and a few leaves flutter to the ground.

The betting is about to begin.

A few days later, in the hall.

Mingyao was slightly worried, as if she had encountered some difficulty, her purple dress was dustless, her white jade-like fingers tapped on the table again and again, her bright red lips quickly murmured some prescriptions that Yue Qinghe could not understand .

"Senior sister, what kind of trouble did you encounter?"'

Slowly wiping the Xuanming Sword in his hand, Yue Qinghe asked.

A little halo through the green bamboo outside the window, in the

Form mottled shadows on the ground.

Mingyao was startled awake by Yue Qinghe's words, and turned to Yue Qinghe's direction with a painted face, her eyes were quiet without waves.

"Why do you say that?"

"Senior Sister hasn't read the prescription in front of Junior Brother for a long time."

Yue Qinghe flicked his fingers, and the tea next to Mingyao became warm and steaming again.

"The tea is cold, senior sister, it won't taste good when it's cold"

Mingyao hesitated, then suddenly smiled and said: "It's the senior sister's fault, I can't get rid of my habit of reciting prescriptions after thinking about it."

Gently put down the sword in his hand, Yue Qinghe tasted the tea in his hand, his desolate face softened, "What are you worried about, Senior Sister?"

Mingyao didn't answer, but picked up the teacup and said, "Tea, it's too bitter. You didn't like to drink tea before, let alone the kind that ordinary people drink."

"……"before?refers to the original owner. "Tea with aura is not as good as ordinary green tea"

"Junior brother has really changed a lot," Mingyao tapped her lips with a white jade-like finger, with a pensive look in her eyes, and touched Yue Qinghe's waist for a pause.

"The wolf cub gave it to you?"

Wolf cub...following Mingyao's gaze, Yue Qinghe saw the little rabbit hanging on his waist. It was not a piece of fine jade, but it was carved with care, and the smooth surface showed that the owner often played with it.

No, Yue Qinghe really wanted to say, that's not a wolf, it's a dragon.At the same time, he was secretly ashamed, and kept putting this on the inconspicuous part of his waist. Naturally, he couldn't see anything under the cover of clothes, but today, the clothes Gong Qianyan changed for him...

"Ah, Xiaoyan gave it to me." The corner of Yue Qinghe's mouth twitched, and he admitted generously, it should be fine for a big man to hang on to this...

"You really dote on him''

Yue Qinghe nodded, his son (nephew) was naturally favored.

Ming Yao looked away, apparently not wanting to talk about Gong Qianyan anymore.

Sighing, Mingyao finally said, "Yulan...I found something"

"Long Yulan? Nephew, she..." Isn't she still pregnant with Long Aoran's child?Does Mingyao know who the father of the child is?

Ming Yao looked at Yue Qinghe's indifferent face, couldn't see any expression, and tightened the sleeves in her hands, "That child, no, I can't tell it's the shape of a baby, it shouldn't be like this when you are almost six months pregnant. ''

Sure enough, he found something... Yue Qinghe was not surprised that Mingyao could see the baby in her womb, and Mingyao's medicine could naturally do it.

"What do you want to say... or what do you want to ask?"

"Brother, you really know"

"I also just found out not long ago, this time you and I are discussing matters, and we also want to tell Senior Sister about this matter."

Ming Yao: "Whose child does Long Yulan conceive? "

"It's... her imperial brother, Long Aoran"

With a bang, the celadon cup fell to the ground, Mingyao swayed, stood still, and her voice trembled slightly: "No wonder...incest...shameless!"

Now that the matter has come to this point, Yue Qinghe can't say anything.

Luan... Lun, siblings, is the child deformed? ...

"Hmph, Junior Brother, it's not that simple, the womb is not a baby at all, but a dead...corpse drawn in a shapeless formation!"

Yue Qinghe: "!!!"

"Senior Sister means..." Yue Qinghe closed his eyes, not looking at Ming Yao's indifferent face.

"Junior brother, accept your kindness, my apprentice, you are not being used to such a woman for love!"''

"Senior sister, no matter what you think, this matter must be dealt with as soon as possible."

Mingyao paused, looked at Yue Qinghe's cold face, turned away slightly

He opened his mouth and said, "Junior brother, do you think that I am cruel, even my favorite apprentice can do this?"

"No, what Senior Sister did is right" Yue Qinghe shook his head lightly.

"Junior brother, sometimes I really wonder if you are still Yue Qinghe." Mingyao threw down a rather contradictory sentence, turned and left, her purple dress drew an arc in the air, leaving Yue Qinghe with frivolous brows behind.

……

"I've been eavesdropping for so long, baby, why don't you come out?"

To calm down the agitation in his heart, Yue Qinghe put down the tea in his hand, and opened his mouth lightly.

"Master, Xiaoyan only cares about Master, what should Uncle Ming do to protect Long Yulan from harming Master?" Gong Qianyan's golden eyes were smiling, but it didn't reach his eyes.

What did Mingyao's last sentence mean?

No, a long time ago, Mingyao was vacillating towards her master, the suspicion hidden in the depths was not once or twice, why?Gong Qianyan silently continued serving tea to Yue Qinghe, he had a premonition that this would be the beginning of knowing the master's secret.

"How could you, Uncle Ming, what happened to Long Yulan?"

"That woman, she already knew what Long Aoran did with her child." Gong Qianyan sneered, "I knew from the beginning..." Even her own child can be so ruthless, Yue Qinghe smiled wryly, for the sake of status, What can't be done.

"Master is very surprised? It's a good deal for a child to change to the strength of an immortal.''

Gong Qianyan looked at Yue Qinghe who obviously disagreed, chuckled lightly, put his hands on his master's shoulders, and rubbed them with appropriate strength, "Of course this is a joke, master, don't take it to heart."

But Yue Qinghe knew that what Gong Qianyan said just now was true.

Gong Qianyan doesn't care at all, or hates people who are related to him by blood.

Over the years, what he has changed is only superficially.

Stopping Gong Qianyan's movements, Yue Qinghe thought for a while, stretched out his hand to rub Gong Qianyan's hair, Gong Qianyan lowered his head meekly so that Yue Qinghe didn't have to work hard, but the hand that was about to withdraw was caught, Gong Qianyan Yan leaned on Yue Qinghe's slender hand, rubbed it affectionately, with a regretful expression, "Master, don't be angry, okay?"

"Not angry..." Warm breath sprayed on his hand, Yue Qinghe wanted to withdraw it, but was firmly grasped.

The golden eyes stared at Yue Qinghe, with a hint of toughness

"Master lied...''

Yue Qinghe: "... baby"

"Master, don't be angry, okay?" Gong Qianyan sighed softly, and stretched out his arms to hug Yue Qinghe. Yue Qinghe was hugged in Gong Qianyan's arms. He wanted to refuse at first, but when he saw Gong Qianyan With an injured look on his face, he still allowed Gong Qianyan to move.

"Okay, Master is not angry''

Looking at Gong Qianyan's acting like a baby in amusing, Yue Qinghe put aside the random thoughts in his mind.

"At noon tomorrow, get ready, we are going to the altar"

"Everything is at the master's command," Gong Qianyan reluctantly let go of her master, and replied.

Yue Qinghe who left didn't see the obsessed expression of his beloved apprentice, caressing the hand that touched his skin.