Unrivaled Miracle Doctor and the God-Defying Demonic Consort

On the shore, a simple pier appeared that seemed to be integrated with the surrounding scenery. Hua Fang gradually leaned over.

When the Huafang stopped, Fatty Shao got off the boat first.

Then, Mu Qingge also set foot on the muddy surface full of pink falling flowers.

A group of Yingying Yanyan, holding food boxes and drinking utensils, came ashore one after another. Following Luodu's two dudes, they headed towards the depths of the Peach Blossom Forest.

After walking along the winding path for a while, suddenly, a misty piano sound came.

The sound of the piano is like the clouds in the sky, and like the fog in the mountains, it is elusive and elusive.

Involuntarily, Mu Qingge moved towards the place where the piano sound came from because of the faint familiarity in his heart.

Fatty Shao and the others naturally had to follow.

Peach blossoms are charming everywhere, but they only complain about being in this forest.

After a while in the dense peach blossom forest, Mu Qingge walked out of the dense forest and came to an open place. The sound of the piano seemed to be in her ears, and the scene that entered her eyes made her eyes shrink.

'It's him! ’

...

Pink and white peach blossoms fall in the forest and dance with the wind.

A rare open place, it turned out to be an octagonal pavilion for viewing.

In the pavilion, the incense burner is curled, and the green smoke is like silk. A tall, goose-yellow figure sat cross-legged, stroking the piano with his hands down. His black hair was not tied, and it was moved by the wind.

The scattered petals sometimes kissed his hair, and sometimes fell between the strings.

Because of the movement of the fingertips, the wide sleeve robe brushed the surface of the piano from time to time, so softly that it seemed to be stroking the face of the lover.

The skin was so pale that there was no blood, and the beautiful and picturesque facial features seemed to be like a fairy in this peach blossom forest, making it difficult to look away.

But it seems to be extremely fragile, afraid that the wild wind in the forest can blow him to pieces.

'The wise king! ’

Mu Qingge was slightly surprised.

She didn't expect to meet him again here.

The three times they met before and after, this man who was as quiet as stagnant water without any waves gave her an indescribable feeling. He seemed so fragile that he needed everyone's protection, and seemed to be a thousand miles away.

He lives in the world, but it seems that he has already gone by the wind.

In him, Mu Qingge could not find the breath that a living person should have. Saying he is a puppet makes people feel pity and do not want to hurt.

Just... his identity.

Mu Qingge's eyes darkened. She did not forget that the man in front of her was the son of the Emperor of Qin. Qin Jinchen, who was named Xian Wang, was not favored.

The wise king, the idle king.

I'm afraid, in this title, it explains the emperor's mind.

This son who doesn't please him, it's better to be an idler, to ignore everything, and to fend for himself.

The unprovoked, fragile beauty caused Mu Qingge a little bit of distress. She is a waste, but she has all the love of her grandfather and aunt.

He is noble as a prince, but because of his weak body and ominous birth, he was disliked by his father.

This special life experience and experience may be the source of his temperament. Mu Qingge clearly saw the beauty of being clean and fragile, but what he felt was the blackness of endless silence.

The sound of the piano breaks.

It seems that the person playing the piano finally found out that someone broke in.

Mu Qingge's eyes moved slightly, and they naturally met those calm and unwavering eyes.

Still as black and white, but without the slightest emotion. Or... Hidden too deep?

Mu Qingge is unknown.

But since it has been discovered unsolicited, it is natural to go up and say hello.

After thinking about it in her heart, she walked calmly, walked out of the branches and leaves, and came to the open space.

Fatty Shao, and the other women naturally walked with her. A group of people appeared in a mighty manner outside the octagonal pavilion. In front of Qin Jinchen, there was still no trace of waves in his eyes.

Mu Qingge approached, but did not enter the octagonal pavilion.

He just stood outside the pavilion, clasped his fists to the people in the pavilion and said, I was out walking with my friends today, and I overheard the sound of the piano in the pavilion. Mu Qingge heard the sound, but disturbed the virtuous king Yaxing, and I hope the virtuous king will not be surprised.

What! Is he that mysterious virtuous king? Fatty Shao sighed behind Mu Qingge in surprise.

Mysterious sage king?

Mu Qingge raised her eyebrows slightly.

It seems that the Mu family's information is indeed correct. This virtuous king really lives in a simple language, and it is difficult to appear in people's sight. Even Fatty Shao didn't know him.

Fatty, I haven't seen His Royal Highness Xian Wang. Mu Qingge reminded.

Ah! Oh. Shao family Shao Yueze has seen His Royal Highness Xian Wang, His Highness Chitose Chitose Chitose. Fatty Shao, who was reminded, immediately saluted. With it, a group of Yingying Yanyan behind him also knelt down and saluted in panic.

In an instant, the only person standing was Mu Qingge.

Qin Jinchen's calm eyes slowly moved away from Mu Qingge, jumped over Fatty Shao's chubby body, and landed directly on the group of beauties.

After a few moments, he lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes blocked the black and white eyes.

It's just for fun, so you don't have to be bound by etiquette.

This was the first time Mu Qingge heard him speak. There was a sense of detachment in his voice. Very slow and flat. There is a hint of clarity in the pale, and there is a natural nobleness.

It is different from Qin Jinhao's cold and arrogant domineering, and it is also different from Mr. Monster's mysterious fragrance.

However, she felt that this voice could reach the bottom of people's hearts. Like a jade pearl falling on a plate.