Who will Moshang Qingshan belong to?

The young Nan Yiyuan sat under the pear tree holding the piano, and the snow-white petals fell on his shoulders. The thin child sitting next to him twisted them carefully and played with them in the palm of his hand.

"I didn't expect you to be so sad." Nan Yiyuan tilted his head to look at the child who was about his own age, his eyes sparkled with agility.

Huangfu Zhuo looked at the pear petals in his hand and said casually: "It's just a little touching."

Nan Yiyuan didn't know why Huangfu Zhuo said that, he picked up a string of the qin, and the sound of the qin spread out with a sharp momentum, and spread far away with the water of Qiandao Lake.

Huangfu Zhuo was weak and unable to practice martial arts, he looked at Nan Yiyuan playing the piano enviously, and sighed in his heart.Nan Yiyuan noticed Huangfu Zhuo's envious eyes, and he exiled the sapphire to Huangfu Zhuo's hand: "You play it too."

"I..." Huangfu touched the strings carefully with his fingers, the strings were glowing with a streamer-like blue color, the tentacles felt cool, and the restlessness and uneasiness in his heart calmed down instantly.Huangfu Zhuo hesitantly picked up a string of the qin and let it go, the low and hoarse sound came from the qin, like the sound of scratching mosquitoes.Nan Yiyuan frowned, he never knew Qingyuliu could play such a difficult tone.

Embarrassed, Huangfu Zhuo returned Qingyuliu to Nan Yiyuan, without saying a word.The moment his fingers left the strings, the uneasiness and agitation in his heart surged up again.Under the pear tree, the skinny boy gritted his teeth and punched the tree trunk, tears streaming down his face.

"Huangfu..." Nan Yiyuan wanted to comfort Huangfu, but Huangfu stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"Nan Yiyuan, I don't need your sympathy."

It's not sympathy... Suddenly opened his eyes, the dazzling white came into view, Nan Yiyuan closed his eyes uncomfortably, the tingling pain on his right face immediately penetrated into his heart, Nan Yiyuan gasped, and had no choice but to open his eyes, He reached out to touch his right cheek.

"Don't touch it!" Suddenly, a hand grabbed Nan Yiyuan's wrist, and a man's voice sounded next to his ear, "I just bandaged you up, no matter how hard it is, I have to endure it."

A man appeared in front of him, with a purple headband on his forehead, a shawl with long black hair, and complicated cloud patterns embroidered with silver thread on his purple clothes. Show free and easy.

"He's awake?" There seemed to be another person behind the man. Before Nan Yiyuan could cast his gaze, a Taoist priest in a white Taoist robe came to Nan Yiyuan. He glanced at Nan Yiyuan who had already woken up. away, and then turned his gaze to the person beside him.

"I'm Pei Xuanqing. My teacher came from the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers. This is Daoist Mo Zhizhou from Chunyang Palace."

It turned out to be from Wanhua Valley and Chunyang Palace, Nan Yiyuan heaved a sigh of relief: "Changgemen, Nan Yiyuan."

Pei Xuanqing nodded, pointed to Qing Yuliu who was leaning against the bed and said, "This piano belongs to you, right?"

"Well, thank you both for bringing me my piano." Nan Yiyuan thanked.

Seeing that Nan Yiyuan was fine, Mo Zhizhou told Pei Xuanqing that he was going to fetch the medicine.Pei Xuanqing gave Nan Yiyuan a pulse, and looked a little more relaxed: "The poison has been cured. Fortunately, your cultivation base is good, and you can recover to your original appearance after resting for half a month." Pei Xuanqing glanced at Nan Yiyuan's face again , his expression darkened, and he seemed to have something to say, but he still didn't say it after all.

Nan Yiyuan understood what Pei Xuanqing was going to say, her internal strength could be restored, but the scars on her face might not be healed for a lifetime.Nan Yiyuan smiled indifferently: "I'm not a woman, why should I care about my appearance?"

Hearing what Nan Yiyuan said, Pei Xuanqing also smiled: "If you think so, I don't feel guilty at all."

"Mr. Pei, what are you talking about? You saved my life. You are my savior, so I deserve your worship." Nan Yiyuan said seriously, and was about to stand up and kowtow to Pei Xuanqing to thank him.

Pei Xuanqing didn't dare to let Nan Yiyuan move, he hurriedly stopped Nan Yiyuan, and said with a smile: "You and I are both people in the Jianghu, and these polite manners can be avoided if possible. But I have something, I want to ask sir."

Nan Yiyuan knew in his heart that before he passed out, he beheaded four killers and a woman from the Red Clothes Sect, and now that the Red Clothes Sect and the Spike Army are in collusion, everyone in the world knows.When Pei Xuanqing and Mo Zhizhou found him, he should have stayed there. What Pei Xuanqing wanted to ask was why there were killers and girls taught in red.Thinking of this, Nan Yiyuan couldn't help but think of another thing - is Li Mi, the old fox, all right?

Naturally, Li Mi is fine, but at this moment, Li Mi, who has turned into an ordinary citizen, can't figure out one thing.How much courage does Queen Zhang have to collude with the Spike Army to kill him?If it wasn't Queen Zhang, who would it be?Li Fuguo?No, although Li Fuguo didn't stand with King Cheng, but now it is a certainty that King Cheng will seal the crown prince, and Li Fuguo has no reason to offend Li Mi.Who on earth is it?The old fox Li Mi hid in a tea shed drinking astringent tea, puzzled.

"Forget it, don't think about it for now. I will ask Master Yang to investigate when we arrive at Changge Gate, and also check Nan Yiyuan's whereabouts." Li Mi still had the fireworks that Nan Yiyuan gave him hidden in his sleeve. Find a place with a lot of people and let off the fireworks, so that people hiding in the dark will not dare to assassinate him openly.

Luoyang, the eastern capital, in Fengqi Building.

Li Fuguo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and kept rubbing his hands.

"You guys! Confused!" He beat his chest and cursed, extremely angry, grabbed the teacup in front of him and threw it on the head of the person kneeling at his feet!

Blood flowed from his forehead and dripped to the ground. The person kneeling on the ground trembled, not daring to raise his head to look at Li Fuguo.

"Okay, now is not the time to talk about this." A man wearing a veiled hat standing by the window interrupted Li Fuguo.

Li Fuguo tightened his voice in fright, his fingers trembled slightly, as if unwilling.

"Li Mi didn't die, that's all. His life is hard to come by, not to mention that there is Nan Yiyuan beside him. However, before King Cheng is firmly on the throne, you must ensure that he will not return to the two kingdoms again." Beijing." The man tapped his fingers on the window lattice, one sound after another.Li Fuguo, who had power over the ruling and opposition parties, was terrified, so he nodded his head.

"Keep this in mind for me." The man's voice sank, reminding Li Fuguo.

Li Fuguo was negligent once and dared not do it again.Even though he scolded the man severely in his heart, he still showed a flattering smile on his face: "I will definitely remember my husband's words and speak more about the saint, so that Li Bi will never come back."

The man nodded, not liking Li Fuguo's flattery.

"One more thing, how is Shi Siming doing?"

Li Fuguo hurriedly said: "It will move soon."

The man stopped tapping his fingers and clenched his hands into fists: "Now all that's left is to wait."

Li Fuguo smiled obsequiously again: "If everything is under your control, after the matter is completed, can the master spare my life?"

The man turned his head. Although his face was covered by the hood, Li Fuguo could feel the man's eagle-like eyes fixed on him tightly.Cold sweat oozes from Li Fuguo's forehead again, but he dare not wipe it off.

"Aren't you going to kill me too?"

There was a cruel smile in the man's voice, which scared Li Fuguo to kneel on the ground and kept begging for mercy: "I know I'm wrong!"