At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The two of them were very close, and the two of them were very close.

"Pavilion Master, Ming Hou..." Yue Ji came over with Ming Hou in her arms.

At this time, Yue Ji was completely impressed by Xiao Ruolin, not only because of his amazing cultivation, but also because of his superb swordsmanship.

Especially when she saw the sword light, it penetrated his flesh without hurting his bones.

With such control, even the sword fairy would be ashamed of himself.

Xiao Ruolin comforted him repeatedly, "Ming Hou is fine, he will be fine after a good sleep, don't worry."

As soon as he said this, he saw Ming Hou's eyelids twitching, and not long after, he really opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Yue Ji's lively eyes. Ming Hou's old face turned red, and he quickly broke free from Yue Ji's arms.

"Awake?" Yue Ji asked with a smile.

"Uh... um." Ming Hou hesitated for a long time, and finally answered with a um.

Just because he had said before that he would marry her when he came back.

Now, Tianquan Villa has been destroyed, and the old man Tianquan...

um? ! !

Where is the body?

Ming Hou looked around, but there was no trace of the old man Tianquan's body except for the debris all over the ground in Tianquan Villa.

"Don't look for it, the old guy has been crushed to ashes by the Pavilion Master." Zishu reminded calmly beside him.

Then, he pointed to an empty space: "Hey! Go and take a look now, maybe you can still see some slag."

This time, Ming Hou was completely stunned.

But in the end he still chose to go over, Yue Ji was worried about him and followed him silently.

Looking at the little bit of residue, Ming Hou felt the breath of old man Tianquan in the air.

The old man Tianquan who killed his whole family and raised him up was really crushed to ashes...

Ming Hou stuck the giant blade into the ground, looked up, and murmured in his heart.

Dad! Mom! Ming'er finally avenged you.

As for old man Tianquan who raised him for more than ten years, Ming Hou's heart was not at all rippled.

If the culprit who killed his family could be forgiven by such an act, it would be impossible.

He even felt sorry for not being able to kill the enemy himself.

Now, the blood feud has been avenged and the culprit has been executed.

A feeling of emptiness suddenly arose in his heart, and he lost his direction for a while, until a slender hand behind him embraced his waist.

"Let it go, don't be sad about it anymore. Maybe their spirits in heaven don't want to see you look so sad." Yue Ji's gentle voice sounded from his ears.

Ming Hou suddenly felt warm in his heart, as if something was melting, and the gloom in his heart gradually dissipated.

He turned around, gently hugged Yue Ji, buried his head in her hair, and smelled the beautiful rose fragrance.

"Do you know the flower language of roses?" Yue Ji raised her eyes and looked at him affectionately.

"The flower language of roses?" Ming Hou frowned, thought for a long time before answering that he didn't know the three big words.

He really said this from the heart. He was not a sentimental man, but he took love very seriously.

Yue Ji chuckled and replied: "The flower language of roses is eternal friendship and imprisoned love."

Once, she had always followed Ming Hou and searched for him all over the world to find the real murderer who destroyed Wangyi Tower.

During that period, she never dared to express her love, because she knew that what Ming Hou was carrying made it impossible for him to stay for her.

Now, after the great revenge, she finally expressed her feelings.

The atmosphere at the scene was filled with romance, and the two people hugged each other tightly.

Yue Ji stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and gave a kiss.

Ming Hou's cheeks were slightly hot, and his heart was pounding in response to the other party's enthusiasm.

Xiao Ruolin looked at the two of them, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yue Ji and Ming Hou, it seems that they have finally become a couple after all the hardships...

Sorry, Seventh Brother, you can't get Yue Ji, this cabbage.

It seems that they have a telepathic connection. Xiao Yu, who was far away in Tianqi City, suddenly sneezed and stopped writing.

"Oh, Prince, you may have caught a cold. Hurry up and put on your clothes!" The housekeeper quickly put a robe on him.

"Clothes! Clothes!" Xiao Yu shook his head and muttered to himself like a nerd reading a book.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he added a sentence to the painting in front of him: "Clouds of clothes and flowers are like beauty, spring breeze blows on the threshold and dew is gorgeous."

The woman in the painting instantly became more stunning because of this sentence.

Xiao Yu put down his pen and threw the robe that the housekeeper had put on.

He walked slowly to the window and gazed at the plum blossoms in fascination.

After a while, a long sigh came from the window.

"Thirteenth brother, when will you come back? Seventh brother has run out of words..."

Tianqi City.

On the busy streets, a soldier from the Red Palace held a picture book in his hand and shouted loudly: "Jianghu News! The creator of the Rouge List, write another beautiful woman for the Rouge List."

A group of literati and scholars poked their heads out, and even the street vendors stopped hawking.

People on the street rushed forward and surrounded the soldiers.

"Old Wang! Hurry up and read it out. Which woman is this? She is so rare that His Royal Highness Chi Wang can write for her!"

"The last time she wrote for her was the Queen, right?"

"That time, all the scholars and Confucian disciples in the city broke through the gate of the Chi Wang Mansion, wanting to see His Royal Highness Chi Wang's style. What kind of appeal can it attract this time?"

"Hurry up! While your crotch is itching, you can still have a shot."

Everyone urged, looking impatient.

The soldier was almost unable to stand steadily because of the crowd. He spread out the drawing paper and chanted aloud: "The second place on the Tianqi Rouge List - Concubine Xuan Yi Wenjun, won the pen of His Royal Highness Chi Wang."

"The clouds think of clothes and the flowers think of beauty. The spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick."

As soon as the poem was finished, the whole street fell into silence. Everyone was stunned and their eyes were dull.

Until a little girl's candied haws fell to the ground with a snap because they were not tied tightly.

The whole street was filled with thunderous noises, even startling the soldiers guarding the city.

They thought it was horses pounding on horseshoes, an invasion from the enemy, but they never thought it was a riot in the city.

Soon, the commotion spread to the palace.

When Emperor Mingde got the updated Rouge List from the Seven Sons, he was furious.

"Rebellious son! You are ignorant and you study these bullshit all day long."

"Jin Xuan! Prepare the horses!"