Chapter 307: The Little Lord Who Killed Both Men and Women (1)

Outside Luodu, in the countryside, there is a green tomb in a place with extremely beautiful scenery.
Look at the tomb, it is Xinli. But it was carefully padded with green grass, and the repairs were smooth and delicate. In front of the tomb, there is a stone tablet with only one line of words engraved on it... [Mu Qingge's wife, Qin's tomb].
Mu Qingge was dressed in a uniform, sitting cross-legged in front of the tomb, behind him, the red cloak, like a flame, scattered like a fan on the grass. Behind her, the dragon tooth guards all knelt on the ground with one leg, silent as a statue, no one made a sound to disturb their master.
Qin Yilian was not buried in the royal cemetery of Qin Kingdom.
She asked Qin Jinchen to persuade Concubine Yun, brought Qin Yilian out, and personally chose such a quiet and pleasant place as her resting place.
Can't save Qin Yilian, maybe it will become a regret in her heart, but it will not let her sink.
The breeze blew over the treetops, bringing the sound of ‘rustling’.
Like a song like a cry, tactfully and melodiously.
Mu Qingge put his hands on his knees, condensing the words carved on the stone tablet himself, and whispered: "Pity, pity, I can only fulfill your wish like this, and hope you rest in peace."
On the green tomb, the tip of the grass swayed in the wind, as if answering Mu Qingge's words.
Vaguely, Mu Qingge seemed to see Qin Yilian's figure transformed on the blue grave, looking at her with a pure smile. In a pair of big eyes, it is still simple and thorough, without any pollution.
She narrowed her eyes, raised her chin lightly, and looked at the illusory figure.
She didn't know whether it was Qin Yilian's soul returning or her own illusion, but she knew that at this moment, she was unwilling to break everything. If it is a dream, let it go on...
"Pity..." Mu Qingge whispered. She saw Qin Yilian smiling at herself. The smile is so sweet and warm, just like the first time I saw it, making her feel good.
"Little brother, I will dance for you." In a daze, Mu Qingge heard Qin Yilian's voice. As soft and sweet as before.
Unconsciously, she nodded.
This time, she did not refuse indifferently.
On the green tomb, illusory figures danced like neon blue smoke and flying butterflies. This is the most beautiful dance Mu Qingge has ever seen.
She looked attentively and did not miss any expressions or movements. The corners of the mouth faintly rise because of this.
After a dance, snow was floating in the sky without knowing it.
Snow like goose feathers slowly descended on the grass and sprinkled among the green tombs.
Everyone in Longyawei was surprised. Looking at the snow falling from the sky, their resolute and stern faces were filled with doubts. This is not the season for falling snow.
Soon, the earth was dyed white, and Mu Qingge and Longyawei were covered with a thin layer of silver clothing.
They were motionless, the expressions in their eyes still staring intently at the red back that was covered by silver.
Still tall and straight, but with a little sadness.
"Little brother, is the pity and pity dancing good-looking?" The illusory figure played with his hands behind his back, looking expectantly for Mu Qingge's answer.
Those big eyes are like crescent moons, starlight shining through the gaps.
It seemed that she did her best to dance just to get Mu Qingge's affirmation.
Mu Qingge nodded heavily, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.
In her clear eyes, the reason was dispelled for the first time, leaving only Qin Yilian's delicate figure imprinted in her heart.
Her clothes were not stained with blood, and her heart was not broken by the arrow. She was still surrounded by her with a pure and brilliant smile, calling her "little brother" in a soft and sweet voice. '.