Miss Waste Chai is about to turn over: Concubine Phoenix Summoner

Chapter 276 The Man in the Green Shirt in the Mist
Zhongli Qingmo refused to leave for a long time, she built a wooden house outside the protection circle, and she meant to live here forever.

Seven days after Nanfeng Shaojue was buried, a blue figure appeared outside the protective circle.

The girl in the blue dress has an exquisite appearance, bright eyes and a slight smile. She is wearing a blue brocade dress with a jade pendant hanging around her waist. Her black hair hangs behind her back like ink. , Attracting people to sink and sink.

"Zhongli, are you keeping filial piety for your second brother?" The blue-clothed girl spoke with a clear and pleasant voice, and a slight smile.

"Southern wind?!" Zhong Li Qingmo's body shook, then she raised her head in amazement, and looked at the blue-clothed girl with red lips and white teeth not far away.

"Well, yes, you still remember me." Nan Feng smiled and said.

"Woo..." Zhong Li Qingmo blinked her teary eyes, and the tears couldn't stop flowing, she rushed over and grabbed Nan Fengqing's sleeve, as if she was afraid that she would run away.

"Hey, cry again and I'll leave." Nan Fengqing frowned, very speechless.

"How did brother Shaojue die?" Zhongli Qingmo asked with red eyes and a dry and hoarse voice.

Not long ago, when Zhongli Qingmo heard the news of Nanfeng Shaojue's death, she rushed to the General's Mansion, but the General's Mansion was closed for a few days, and even standing at the door, people outside could feel the sadness in the mansion In the desolate atmosphere, Zhongli Qingmo cried out at the door, but unfortunately no one responded, the emperor of Xi Kingdom also sent someone to express his condolences, but the person who was sent couldn't enter the general's mansion at all.

Because of the powerful closed formation of the General's Mansion, the entire mansion is completely isolated from the outside world.

After Nanfeng Shaojue was buried, the closed formation was gone, and the people from Nanfeng's family disappeared at the same time as the formation, but the servants in the general's mansion were still there, but these servants looked blank and said that these few days They have no impression at all.

In this way, all the news about Nanfeng's family seemed to disappear in an instant, and the only thing that existed was Nanfeng Shaojue's tomb.

"Zhongli, you are a good girl. Second brother is gone, you should find a good boy to marry." Nan Fengqing looked at the baby-faced girl in front of her crying pitifully, sighed, and the sadness she had let go was aroused again. Tears seemed to well up in her eyes, but she suppressed them.

"Brother Shaojue was obviously fine, why did he die suddenly?! You lied to me, right?" Zhongli Qingmo grabbed Nan Fengqing's sleeve and didn't let go.

"I didn't lie to you, the second brother is really dead." Nan Fengqing narrated the fact in a flat tone.

"What's the reason? How can a good person not be here anymore? Why!" Zhongli Qingmo shouted emotionally.

"Mother said that the second brother was poisoned since he was a child, and the day of the poison has come, so he died." Nan Fengqing lowered his eyes and said.

"How could this be..." Zhongli Qingmo's voice was low, as if she was talking to herself, her eyes dimmed at this moment, like a puppet without a soul.

"Do you want to go in and see him?" Nan Fengqing asked softly.

"En." Zhongli Qingmo nodded absent-mindedly, her eyes seemed lost.

Nan Fengqing pulled her up and led her to break through the formation and enter the protective circle.

What came to the face was a fresh fragrance, an indescribable fragrance, but it smelled very good, it seemed that the whole person could be washed by this fragrance, the peaceful atmosphere, the singing of birds came cheerfully in this world, everything was So full of life.

The only lifeless tomb is the hard and cold tomb.

There is an illusion here, because there are four or five miraculous butterflies flying around the tombstone of Nanfeng Shaojue. In a hazy fog, it seems that there is a tall and tall man in green shirt standing beside the tombstone. There was a gentle smile on his lips, and a pair of watery spring eyes with a different look, the light was gentle, like a clear spring flowing slowly through the heart, and like the cleanest lake with gentle waves, flowing into people bit by bit bottom of my heart.

He was wearing a green shirt, and just a simple smile made people feel elegant and pleasing to the eye.

"Brother Shaojue." Zhongli Qingmo's gaze was immediately attracted to the man in the blue shirt in the illusion, she called his name absentmindedly, walked over step by step, wanted to touch him, but her fingers trembled.

She was afraid that everything in front of her eyes was just an illusion.

But in fact, this is an illusion, the illusion of the Misty Butterfly, which projects a misty figure of a man beside the tombstone.

(End of this chapter)