Su Ye just smiled, and pointed to the top Ming tea brewed on the table. "Miss Luan, this tea is mellow and delicious, fragrant and delicious, and tastes good. How about a cup of girls?"

Fang Qing stared at the tea in front of her, and the picture suddenly flashed through her mind, and the master was tragically dying. But for a moment, she naturally took the Mingcha delivered by Su Ye with a look. "Thank you."

She raised her teacup and drank slowly.

A slightly surprised luster floated past Su Yebing's blue pupils. Then, an admiring light appeared in his eyes.

"Hongxiu, do you want to have a cup too?" Su Ye raised his hand to Hongxiu.

Hongxiu's stomach began to feel uncomfortable, and her face changed. The same picture reminded her of the miserable appearance of Master Kongjian bleeding from his seven orifices. He was drinking this Ming tea at that time.

"Young Master, Hongxiu is not thirsty, you can drink it." She said with a slightly unnatural look. Her eyes floated to Fang Qing next to her in surprise. She was also present at the time. How could she drink the tea so peacefully now?

Hongxiu was shocked, but a look of admiration floated in her eyes.

Mount Tai collapsed in front of her without changing color at all. She was indifferent to everything, smart but not stubborn, talented but not overstand the market. She never said a word of nonsense, nor liked to cause trouble. She had unique opinions on people and things, and would never follow the trend. To be honest, if it weren't for Princess Ning's identity on her, she would have agreed that she would be with her young master.

It's a pity-

She shrugged her shoulders, and a hint of helplessness shook in Shui Ling's eyes. The young master would never do anything to seize his wife. Although this Princess Ning has no good feelings for that Prince Ning now, it can be said that she ignored him coldly.

But judging from the way that King Ning gave her the Black Cloud Sword, he seemed to have put in all his efforts and wanted to start over with Luan Yuqing.

well--

She sighed, "The Peach Blossom Tribulation." Hongxiu shook her head and sighed, but Fang Qing had already finished drinking the cup of Ming tea. She put down the cup and curled the corners of Su Ye's mouth slightly.

"Tea is good tea. Thank you for your hospitality. It's getting late now, and the little girl is going back. Hongxiu, let's go." Fang Qing suddenly stood up, she winked at Hongxiu and took the lead in stepping out of the elegant room of Donglai Inn.

Hongxiu smiled sweetly at Su Ye. "Young Master, Hongxiu is gone. Also, when the young master comes out next time, take that little brat with you. In this way, someone will be there to serve the young master." As soon as she finished speaking, she left with a blushing face.

Su Ye was still sitting in his seat, playing with the teacup in his hand, the ice-blue pupils, and the light was shining. This red-sleeved girl, with a genius mind, wasn't sure what she was thinking?

When the time comes, it's time for him to mention that elm head.

Su Ye's thin lips raised slightly, and his gentle smile floated on the corners of his lips.

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When Fang Qing returned to Prince Ning's Mansion, she first considered Su Ye's proposal. That's right, Su Ye's words were right. She could indeed follow the clues of the golden phoenix jade ring carved with the word "Luan". She just wanted to investigate the royal object and infer whether this object was from the imperial concubine Luan Yufeng. She probably had to go to the palace to go.

But the empress who did not have the noble status in the palace summoned her, Fang Qing would not be able to enter the inner palace. If she was in danger and broke into the palace at night, she might have died with her martial arts skills and failed to see Luan Yufeng.

Fang Qing gently placed the jade ring in her hand on the table, and her light eyebrows slightly condensed.

"Miss Three, you have been looking at this jade ring for a long time after you come back. Otherwise, eat something first and think about the problem. If you are empty, you will always have no idea about the problem." Hongxiu brought in a plate of mung bean cake, and she first took a piece of it and stuffed it into her lips. "Woo--It tastes good, Miss Three, come and try it too." She said in a daze, and then put another mung bean cake into her lips.

Fang Qing looked at her swallowing her whole body, and she couldn't help but pull her lips slightly. She raised her hand, picked up the nice-colored mung bean cake, put it into her lips, and chewed it slowly.

How can I enter the palace? Who can bring her into the palace? And who can enter and exit the palace best?

The answer is that a name erupted from her mind, Ning Wang Yutianqi.

But she suddenly went to find King Ning and asked him to take her into the palace. What's the reason for her? Besides, there was a clingy fly. She told Concubine Jing to let her grasp King Ning and take the initiative to find King Ning. Wouldn't she cause trouble?

Unable to help, Fang Qing sighed.

"Miss 3, have you encountered any problems? Tell me and listen to me. Maybe Hongxiu can help me." Hongxiu leaned over her head, her eyes blinked.

Fang Qing gave her a cold look.

Hongxiu noticed the silence, and she hurriedly covered her lips. "I'm used to it, sorry, Miss Third, I'll pay attention next time."

"You have to know that any word is sometimes a bloody lesson." Fang Qing's eyes were too long, and she stared at Hongxiu's face. "Isn't your lesson enough?"

In Hongxiu's eyes, a bright color floated up. She bit her lips hard, her face turned pale.

Fang Qing raised her eyebrows, she turned her eyes away and looked at the flying leaves outside the window.

After a long time, she spoke.

"I'm sorry, I'm saying too much."

"Miss Three is not wrong, Chunxiang remembers it." The water in Hongxiu's eyes flooded the deep pool, and she looked extremely serious.

Fang Qing got up, raised her hand and patted her on the shoulder.

"Not to be the case." She stretched out her right hand to Hongxiu.

"Not to be an example." Hongxiu couldn't help but stretch out his right hand, and Fang Qing waved his palm and slapped it.

Bang-

The sound is crisp and clean.

Outside the door, a handsome figure stood up. He was flying in black hair, still wearing a court uniform, a big red python robe, a purple gold eight-treasure feather crown, a double dragon spitting beads on his forehead, a sea-patterned jade belt with the same color, and a high court boot inlaid with gold and silver twin silk in the black wave texture.

He stepped inside, and his deep and proud pupils were as bright as the best transparent black jade, without any impurities, and were as bright as the clearest raindrops.

"Qing'er." His tone was pleasant, and it sounded a bit aftertaste.

Just as I was thinking about Cao Cao, I didn't expect Cao Cao to come to the door.

Fang Qing turned around with a slight look astonished. She stared at Yu Tianqi standing gracefully outside the door with a faint eyes. She said calmly and politely: "Prince Ning, is there anything wrong?"

Yutianqi's black jade-like pupils had bright eyes. He patrolled Lan Xinju around with interest. He looked at him for a long time, perhaps because he could not find the thing he wanted to find, and the beautiful pupils instantly dimmed.

"Prince Ning, I have already given the dark cloud sword to others as you ordered." Fang Qing knew that Yu Tianqi was looking for the sword, so she simply told him clearly.

"Qing'er, do you really don't like the dark cloud sword that I gave you?" Yu Tianqi stared at Fang Qing's indifferent eyes, and a trace of pain passed through the corners of his eyes.

"That's not." Fang Qing responded lightly. "I actually like that sword very much, but that sword doesn't like me."

When Yu Tianqi heard this, he looked at Fang Qing in confusion.

"The more precious the sword, the more spiritual it is. When I hold the Dark Cloud Sword, I can't feel its spirit, so it doesn't belong to me at all. Since for me, the Dark Cloud Sword can only be used as an ornament, it's better to give it to others. Maybe that person will feel the Dark Cloud Sword's spirit." Fang Qing commented lightly.

After hearing her explanation, Yu Tiandii's black jade-like pupil suddenly seemed to blow through pear blossoms overnight, and the water in his eyes bloomed at the same time.

She really knows how to appreciate the sword. Not only does she understand, but she also knows the sword's heart.

Yu Tianqi stared at Fang Qing with relief. "If I had known this was the case, Qing'er would have said to me in the study. In this way, Qing'er could choose a spiritual sword that belongs to you. But it's not too late to say it now. Let's try it. Look at which sword's spirit happens to be exclusive to Qing'er this time."

"No need." Fang Qing refused calmly. "The spirit of the sword does not belong to me, it depends on fate. The forced sword spirit light will lose one day, so it is better to let it go."

Fang Qing seemed to have something in her words. As smart as Yu Tianqi, how could he not know? His eyes were fierce and his eyes were focused on Fang Qing's face. "Where the Jin Cheng arrives, the metal and stone are opened. I believe that no matter how hard the spiritual sword is, one day, it will belong to the master who treats it well, so as to shine for him."

Fang Qing suddenly remained silent, and her gaze drifted out the window. There, the fallen leaves were flying and the wind was blowing, and the passing people stepped on the fallen leaves without any pity.

Suddenly, the familiar graceful figure came over.

The pink silk skirt, red crisp hands, thin willow waist, tiptoeing with the flying leaves, dancing in the wind. Fang Qing turned around and floated indifferently at Yu Tianqi.

"Prince Ning, the scenery outside is nice, you might as well take a look." Concubine Jing really used all her moves for Yu Tianqi.

Yu Tianqi stood in front of the window, and he looked at the pretty beauty dancing outside the window, and couldn't help but feel a look of shock when his black and shiny pupils, as if they were as gentle as jade.

That's, that's Jing'er-

It turned out to be Jing'er dancing. The shadow instantly freezes into the depths of his eyes. The past of memory flies through his mind. The tender woman, the gentle and considerate woman, the woman who is guarding his sickbed late at night...

Fang Qing looked at Yu Tianqi's appearance and said lightly: "Now King Ning probably understands what I mean. Some things and some people have happened, even if they exist forever, you can't erase them or kill them, and the memories will always be there."

Yu Tianqi stared at her cold eyes and her calm face. She suddenly realized where he was defeated. She would rather tear open the wound and expose her bloody and completely break her with him than to be entangled with him.

Did he really miss her?

Can he miss her? He stroked his slightly hot chest and stroked his heart that had lost his normal beating, and told him clearly that his heart was in pain and he didn't want to miss her.

He looked at Fang Qing and spoke for a long time.
Chapter completed!