Qingluo Jinghe

Chapter 3

"died?"

"Go back to father, he's dead." Reaching out his hand to sniff, Qingpu stood up and nodded to his father.

In the study was the dead body of the girl who came in just now, even Qing Mozheng looked at that face and Xiao Qingluo's face, and still couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

Just now the rosy face had lost its color, and half a mouthful of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, which was a little redder than the lip fat.

"En." Qing Mozheng agreed, closed his eyes slightly, and didn't speak again for a while.

Qingpu stood silently aside when his father said nothing.Only when his father frowned, Qingpu opened his mouth again, "Father, do you need the child to go to the palace?"

"Go!"

With a deep bow, he took two steps back, Qingpu turned around, and was about to step over the threshold of the study, but was stopped by his father.

"When will Luo Er come back?"

"Ning Yu thinks that the child didn't protect Luo'er well, so she decided to ask her younger brother Ning Xuan to bring a team of people from the villa to send Luo'er back."

Hearing the bit of complaint in his son Qingpu's words, thinking about this matter, it was because he didn't like Luoer and asked Luoer to sneak out to join in the fun. come out.

Seeing the worried look on his father's face, Qingpu naturally added, "Ning Yu's younger brother is about the same age as a child, but he is known as a young master in Jianghu. His martial arts should be good, so father don't need to worry."

Jiang Qingji, the owner of Jining Villa, together with all the teenagers and the rebel army repelled the foreign countries when the previous dynasty was facing internal and external troubles, and restored the peace of this mountain and river.

Later, she married Ning Mo, who was young and famous in the Qing Family Army.After coming and going, even if people from the Jianghu had never been in touch with people from the imperial court since ancient times, it was impossible to cut off contact with the Qing family.

"Hmm..." Qing Mozheng nodded, and picked up the mother-of-pearl lacquer box containing the Hu pen from the desk, "Bring this pen to the emperor, it's useless for your father and me to keep it."

"Don't bring these to your father and me in the future, you're the only one in the house, and it's a waste to use them for me."

After receiving the box from his father, Qingpu continued to wait for his father's next words.

Qing Mozheng is only in his thirties, but he has spent nearly 20 years in the military camp.

Rao Dajinghe inherited the position of the hereditary protector of the country in the second year, and now he has stayed in Jingzhao for seven or eight years intermittently. Say something.

"At the beginning of the year, the emperor helped a lot in order to hide from your mother. Remember to thank you for your kindness when you enter the palace."

His own daughter was dropped, and it is impossible for a father to live with his daughter all the time, so he could see the jerkyness in every move.

As a mother, it is even more impossible not to notice it.

At the beginning of the year, Qingluo's whereabouts were still unknown, and Bai Lantiao could clearly see the anomalies of her husband and daughter. If the current saint, Li Jing, hadn't been there to cover her, the mother would have been heartbroken and sick.

"Yes, father."

Qingpu complied with his father's words, turned around and stepped on his official boots embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns, before he could change into the official third-rank purple official uniform, all dressed in soap cloth, got into the sedan chair and rushed to the palace.

Early in the morning, Ye Zi was thrown off by her princess, because she was worried from the bottom of her heart that the princess would run away like before, making it easier for the general to find him.

"General." Ye Zi's personality was out of character, and the whole Qing family didn't just treat Ye Zi as a book boy, but as a family, "General, the princess is gone again."

Qing Mozheng usually doesn't want to be called Patriarch, if in the past, Ye Zi said "General", Qing Mozheng would be happy.

Just as he opened his mouth to ask Ye Zi to come in, he saw the corpse lying across the study, Qing Mozheng cleared his throat, "You rest, have some breakfast, don't worry about Luoer."

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