Qingshan Ju Nanke

Chapter 99 Liberation
Qingwu pointed to the front: "Look! I have carefully prepared these, how is it? Do you like it?"

Only then did Mihaier turn his eyes away from Qingwu, and looked forward. Qingwu took the lead to sit down at the table, beckoned to Mihail, and signaled him to sit down too.

"Today is your birthday, and I don't know what to give you, so let you taste what I like."

After Qingwu finished speaking, she picked up the jug and poured a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus brew for Mihaier: "This is delicious when paired with this sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Qingwu also poured himself a cup, and couldn't wait to take a sip: "It still tastes the same~"

Then she put down her wine glass, and said mysteriously: "I have one more thing for you, and you will like it too."

After Qingwu finished speaking, he raised his hand and clapped his hands lightly, and then there was a sound of piercing through the air. Qingwu looked up, and the colorful fireworks almost lit up the entire sky.

She just watched like that, until the fireworks disappeared, Qingwu turned her head to look at Mihaier, and said a little excitedly: "How is it? Isn't it very beautiful!"

Mihaier looked at Qingwu, and said softly: "Well, it's really pretty."

The fireworks, he saw in Qingwu's eyes, are really... very beautiful.

Mikhail picked up the wine glass and drank it down, closed his eyes and said, "You're leaving, aren't you?"

Qingwu looked at the Begonia flower at the side, and the flower looked brightly: "Yes, will you be sad if we are leaving?" Qingwu suddenly turned to look at Mihaier at the side.

He shook his head and said with a smile: "Probably. No, the past you left me is enough for me to remember for a lifetime."

Qingwu lowered her eyes: "That's it." Then he won't erase his memory about himself.

Qingwu pushed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in front of Mihaier: "This is also delicious, try it!"

Mihaier kept looking at Qingwu, and reached out to pick up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and put it to his mouth, but he didn't eat it right away, but said to Qingwu, "I hope I will have you in my dream tonight."

After he finished speaking, he stuffed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth with a smile on his face the whole time. After he finished eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, he also fell on the table.

Qingheng's figure slowly appeared beside Qingwu, he looked at Qingwu and said, "Let's go."

Qingwu got up and walked to Mihaier, and covered him with a cloak: "It's cool at night, and it's easy to dream."

"Let's go, it's time for us to go home." Qingwu turned around and walked to Qingheng's side.

Qingheng picked up Qingwu, and his figure immediately disappeared in place. Qingwu could hear the wind whistling, but there was no wind coming close to him.

It took almost one night for Qingwu to return to Qingdai Mountain, and the first thing she did when she returned was to fall asleep.

After waking up, there is porridge and side dishes prepared by Qingheng, which Qingwu likes to eat.

After being away from her main body for a long time, her mind was also a little tired, and after a nap, she felt much better.

Looking at the sunset glow outside the window, Qingwu took a sip of porridge comfortably and said, "Qingheng, you are so good at cooking, then you will be responsible for all the meals from now on!"

Originally, they didn't need to eat, but Qingheng still agreed.

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Mi Jialu felt that she had a chance to live, but later she realized that being killed on the spot was the greatest tolerance for her!

The queen looked dignified, but she had a lot of methods. In order to avenge her maids, she used most of the torture methods on them.

They just want to find out who is behind the scenes, and the other two are well-trained dead men, and they want to die when they find an opportunity.

The people who wanted to die couldn't even save Daluo Jinxian, and the two dead men died not long after, so all the punishments fell on Mi Jialu.

She had hope in her heart, thinking of her mother, no matter what kind of punishment she experienced, she endured it.

In fact, it doesn't matter who is behind the scenes now, she just wants to find a vent, and Mi Jialu, who was favored in the past, is the best object!

She was tortured every day and was on the verge of death several times, but she was rescued by the queen with the best doctor and the best medicine.

Until one day, when the food delivery person brought the news of her mother's death, she also lost her belief in living.

That is, on that day, the day when she was not tortured, Mi Jialu died. When she died, there was a hint of relief and a smile on her face.

Obviously, Mihaier is a born king, and under his leadership, the Angqin tribe has firmly taken the position of the first tribe in the wasteland!
But everyone in the wasteland knows that their well-deserved king loves a woman deeply, and there is a painting hanging in his bedroom that no one can touch.

The person in the painting is that woman, who looks like a fairy. It is said that anyone who has seen that painting will be unable to walk, and those people will never be able to take a look at this world again.

Everyone in the wasteland knows that the leader of the Angqin tribe likes three things the most: sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing, sweet-scented osmanthus cake and crabapple flowers.

It is rumored that these are the things that woman likes. For this reason, osmanthus cake and sweet-scented osmanthus wine are always on the table of the leader of the Angqin tribe, and the whole palace is filled with begonias!
Spring goes to autumn, seasons change, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed. Thinking about it this way, her master should grow up by now!
Qingwu looked at the clear stream in front of her with her chin propped up, reached out her hand to scoop up a handful of water, and there was a small fish swimming in it.

Qingwu opened her hand, and the water slid down her fingertips into the stream again.

"Aunt~Aunt~" came a childish voice.

Qingwu turned his head and looked, a child about three years old was walking towards Qingwu with short legs, walking through the stones with difficulty.

Seeing this, Qingwu shook his head with a smile, got up and walked towards Xiaoluotou, and picked him up from the ground: "Dudu~ Are you going to eat in your Aunt Qingwu's cave again?" Ya~"

Hududu's little face turned red suspiciously, and then said a little embarrassedly: "Who made Uncle Qingheng's food delicious, don't you still want every meal?"

"Oh! Can it be the same? Qingheng is my beast, of course I can eat his cooking~" Qingwu scratched the tiger's pouty nose and said proudly.

Hududu was a little anxious: "I am also your beast, so I can eat it too!"

Qingwu raised her eyebrows: "Where did your logic come from, shouldn't it be you who cook?"

Hu Dudu pursed his mouth, and said aggrievedly: "I'm still young, when Dudu grows up, I will make it for you, aunt!"

Qingwu was successfully amused by him, and no longer made things difficult for him: "Okay, okay, then I'll wait to eat what you made."

Under Hududu's expectant eyes, Qingwu finally said: "Before then, I will allow you to go to my place for a while to eat, but you need to help~"

Hududu was already very satisfied to be able to eat the rice cooked by Qingheng, so he nodded frantically: "Okay, okay!"

Qingwu shook his head helplessly, and returned to the cave with a small mouth: "Qingheng, I'm back, is the meal ready? Don't starve our family tootoo."

When Qingheng walked into the room, there was a row of plates behind him, all of which were dishes prepared by Qingheng. Hududu's eyes widened when he saw those things, and a string of suspicious transparent objects appeared at the corner of his mouth .

(End of this chapter)