Heavenly Lord With An Unreliable System

After returning to the mansion, Bai Qingzhen just walked into the yard and felt a faint fragrance hovering in the air.

He called uncle Liu, frowned and asked, "has anyone been here today?"

"I seem to have seen Mu Zi, the right prime minister, come to the seventh prince. They stand together and don't know what to say How do you know, my lord? "

Bai Qingzhen said: "guess."

He suddenly smile, smile a few thin cool: "the world for the Bureau, I would like to see, Mr. Mu how to stir up the situation."

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the fourth Prince's residence.

Qi Rong is standing in the yard in the middle of the moon.

Moon like water, qinglingling to fall on the ground. He held his hand and didn't know what he was thinking.

A moment later, Xue Du reported: "Lord, Lord Xiaobai is here."

Qi Rong recovered and said with a smile, "I know. Go down."

He gathered his mind and looked up to the door.

There is a figure gradually walked in, the shadow looks very delicate, wearing a thin gown.

The man came closer and closer, so the beautiful facial features were clearly visible, reflecting the cold moonlight, like bamboo branches.

Qi Rong saw that Bai Qingzhen's face was not as pale as words, and his heart was soft: "ah Heng."

Bai Qingzhen looked up at him, his eyes were slightly heavy, passing the complexity of a flash.

He looked very different from that in the daytime. He was as if he had been picked up from the water, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Qi Rong reaches out his hand to him and holds it obediently.

However, the palm touch, did not bring the slightest warmth. Or, even if there is, he can't feel it.

His whole blood, at this moment, seems to be condensing. Every inch of the skin is cold, and the cold air rises from the soles of the feet.

Bai Qingzhen can't resist the cold, so he can only let himself approach Qi Rong, because this is his only warm source.

He closed his eyes and thought carefully. When did they start to know?

It seems that it was just a few years ago, but it seems that it has been a long time.

So long that his memory was blurred.

Qi Rong embraces Bai Qinghe. He whispers in his ear: "ah, sleep."

So he closed his eyes.

In fact, he didn't feel sleepy. He just felt embarrassed when he looked at Qi Rong like this.

Qi Rong is not afraid of his cold, he always takes care of him gently, will be good.

Bai Qingzhen always let him go in silence.

Quietly, I seem to have gone to sleep.

Qi Rong looked at his back for a while and then closed his eyes.

He had a dream.

In his dream, he was still a teenager, so was the man.

The man danced his sword in the yard. The light of the sword reflected the sun, with a strong indomitable spirit.

So he leaned against the door until the young man put away his sword and came. But he is to say goodbye to himself, he said: "Mirs one day with the wind, soaring 90000 Li."

He knows.

Youth has always been the flying bird, no one can let him stay.

As soon as the picture turns, it's at the Palace Banquet.

The emperor is saying something to Xiao shunzi. Right phase Mu Zi compares the nails of the left and right hands. Next to him is Bai Yan.

Bai Yan was listening to Mu Zi's words, but suddenly he gave a little meal, holding his wine cup and smiling.

Just at this time, the guard's bulletin came in layer upon layer: "newspaper! Bai qingjuan returns to Beijing

So the crowd stopped.

One by one, they came out and stood on the top of the gate. From a distance, they saw a snow-white horse galloping.