Chapter 38: exchange

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Xia Xiaodie's body was buried by Su Qiqi and Mo Wenchen. It has been three days. Su Qiqi has not said a word. She is in pure white clothes and has white hair accessories on her head. Royal Palace, she also dressed like this.
She knew that Mo Wenxuan killed her mother, and Su Shichang and his queen mother were accomplices.
She now hates the emperor from the bottom of her heart, and her closest relatives have been forced to death. From now on, she can only go alone.
The winter wind blew on my face, causing a lot of pain, and there was some desolation in the other courtyard. All the court eunuchs were scattered by Mo Wenchen. Su Qiqi was sitting in the courtyard blowing the wind and looking at the sky.
A fox fur coat fell lightly on Su Qiqi's shoulders. Mo Wenchen patted her shoulders while tying her shirt: "Take care of your body, this enemy, my king will report for you."
Clenching his fist tightly, bursting into blue veins, the black robe fluttered in the wind, like a demon king.
For the care and thoughtfulness of Mo Wenchen in the past few days, Su Qiqi knows her heart. Although she doesn't understand this man, she doesn't know what he is thinking about, but she still blame that day he failed to save herself. go away.
If he went, there would not be today.
Seeing that Su Qiqi was totally indifferent, Mo Wenchen sighed softly. It was the limit of Mo Wenchen to speak these words. In these years, he never promised anything to anyone, nor would he give it to anyone. Explaining what, he also understood that Su Qiqi was blaming himself, but that day he could not help himself.
However, his character was scornful.
Neither of them spoke, and both looked silently into the distance.
Mo Wenchen also had to rescue Lei Yufeng, because Lei Yufeng fell into Mo Wenxuan's hands in order to protect Xia Xiaodie. Even if there was no such relationship, he had to rescue it.
Must be rescued.
At no cost.
Until the wind around him was stronger, Su Qiqi slowly raised her head, because she knew that Mo Wenchen had left, raised her hands to wipe the tears in the corner of her eyes, and bit her lip slightly, and a touch of that beautiful face flashed Firm, she must revenge for Xia Xiaodie, must.
Seeing that Xia Xiaodie was dead, Su Qiqi would not cooperate well, so Mo Wenxuan ordered Mo Wenchen to return to Austria, and it has been here for some time.
The two fought openly, but neither side could win.
Su Qiqi quietly leaned on the corner of the carriage, still silent, indifferent, a white robe, thin shoulders, white and delicate little face became thinner, and his eyes became clearer. It's a little hollow, and it makes people look distressed.
Mo Wenxuan didn't bother her, and slapped on the other side of the car.
Suddenly the carriage stopped and Su Qiqi's mood finally fluctuated. He looked up and frowned slightly.
In her opinion, it was the same assassin when she came.
At this time, she was a little tired. She hated Mo Wenxuan. He didn't make her hate when he ordered to divorce. Now she hates it deeply.
In front of a hillside, a dozen people stopped their way.
Leng Yan didn't walk around like he did when he came, because he hadn't appeared since he had just left the imperial city.
Mo Wenchen also looked at the men and horses in front of him, and a blush appeared in his eyebrows, and the whole body's breath became much colder.
Let Su Qiqi couldn't help looking up at him, and never saw him all the way to the Imperial City, did he really meet a master now?
Otherwise, Mo Wenchen would not be like this.
This also made Su Qiqi's indifferent heart sink a bit. She blamed him, but when he was in danger, he couldn't help worrying, clenched his placket tightly and bit his lip secretly.
Watching Mo Wenchen fly off the carriage, Su Qiqi lifted the curtain and walked down.
The white fox fur coat on her body lined her whole person like the empty valley Youlan, the pure spirit, and the simple figure seemed to disappear at any time. The cold words hiding in the dark was also a stun, and he knew what had happened.
Originally, he would not show compassion to anyone other than Mo Wenchen. Even if he knew that Su Qiqi was innocent and pitiful, he was once indifferent.
At this time looking at Su Qiqi's cold eyes, even distressed.
This is how a woman can be so calm and calm. Her talent is something that people have to admire, and her temperament and demeanor have to be admired.
Just standing there, looking at all this coldly, without any emotional ups and downs, making people unable to understand the depth, this is the most terrible.
No problem with their master.
At this time, Leng Yan really saw Mo Wenchen's momentum from Su Qiqi's body.
My heart was tight.
"Beijing Wang Dinghou is in front." The opposite leader asked carefully.
How many assassins died tragically along the way, and everyone was aware of it. People were afraid of Mo Wenchen. Although they had heirs at this time, they were still guilty.
"Yes." Mo Wenchen swept coldly across a dozen people, his eyes fixed on the leader.
Make that person feel cold sweat on his back.
If he could, he wouldn't want to come here, but the fate is hard to break.
What's more, after Mo Wenchen's military power was handed over, it became his own. Thinking of this, he straightened himself again: "Can things be brought?"
Standing next to Mo Wenchen, Su Qiqi twisted his eyebrows, looked at the other side up and down, left and right, and did not see what the other party could do to Mo Wenchen.
At this time, Mo Wenchen was like Shura coming from hell, ready to choose people to eat at any time, terrible and terrifying.
"Bring it." Mo Wenchen answered very lowly, and his voice was a little hoarse, with dark eyes under his eyes, bloodthirsty and cold: "People."
The momentum, even if the momentum is lower than people, is still high.
Su Qiqi seems to understand something, this is to exchange.
She stepped back indifferently, not wanting to be a burden on Mo Wenchen.
The leader of the opponent waved his hand slightly, and several sweats behind him carried a person slowly, and the man's face was covered with blood, as if he had suffered a heavy penalty.
What makes Su Qiqi unable to calm is that the person carried over turned out to be Lei Yufeng.
There was something flashing in my heart, it seemed to understand something, and it was a bit vague.
Just looking at it stupidly.
The coldness of Mo Wenchen's eyes was getting colder and colder. This was the cold winter moon. People already felt the bitter wind, coupled with Mo Wenchen's eyes and momentum, people even shivered.
Leng Yan and the Blood Guard were unemotional, and Qiqi pressed his hands to his waist, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow at any time.
Su Qiqi raised his hand and folded his coat, and then stood there quietly.
"One-handed delivery, one-handed delivery." The other party had been unable to breathe because of Mo Wenchen's imposing power, and they felt that if they stayed here again, they would not be able to bear the pressure of this trend and became nervous.
Slowly pulled out a brocade box in his arms, Mo Wenchen just spread his palms like that, standing in the wind, waiting for the other party to take it.
His face was cold, like death came to earth.
"Leave." The leader ordered several big men to come forward with him, although he knew that there were tens of thousands of troops behind him, but he was involuntarily afraid.
Lei Yufeng seemed to be very hurt, and he didn't say a word, and let those strong men throw him in front of Mo Wenchen.
The leader also went to pick up the brocade box in Mo Wenchen's hand.
"Wait a minute!" Su Qiqi suddenly stepped forward and shouted loudly.