Qing'er's big eyes flashed as she watched the door slowly close, and through the opening and closing gap, Sister Jing's leaving figure appeared.
She pursed her lips thoughtfully.
How does she know that love is a thing in the world?
Although she was young, only seventeen years old, she could still feel that there were subtle differences in the feelings she and her sisters Dugu Mingyue and Jing had towards Zhao Wujiang.
Although they all like it.
Qing'er rested her elbows on the tub, holding her cheeks.
The water gradually cooled down, and she stood up from the tub with a splash. In an instant, the room was flooded with beautiful and delicate spring light.
In the past two years, she has grown up a lot, and she has become more graceful without losing the youthfulness of a girl.
If Dugu Mingyue is a peach, then she is a spring peach, tender and juicy.
Qing'er picked up a dry towel and wiped the water droplets on her delicate body. She stared at her hills and immediately snorted.
After all, he is still not as good as his two sisters.
She tried to hold herself up, and finally let out a sigh of relief.
Wujiang once said that it would be better if he rubbed it more, but he was pinched and deformed many times by Wujiang that night, and he has not grown up yet.
distressed.
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Chirping bitterly.
The old clone of Yunzhou Mu Zhang Yuanqing was sitting in front of the gate of Yunzhou Mu's mansion with a sad face.
He was selling wontons and singing when he was suddenly robbed by a mysterious strong man.
Before he could figure out what was going on, he opened his eyes and saw a handsome man with an extraordinary temperament staring at him.
The man actually shouted his name, which made him feel a sense of fear and murderous intent.
This clone is a chess piece that belongs to him many years ago. It is hidden in Yunjian City in order to do something quietly.
At the same time, you can better protect what you want to protect.
But he never expected that not only would the mysterious strong man discover the clone and forcibly commandeer it, but the man in front of him, who seemed to be nothing but handsome, would actually reveal his identity.
What made him most bitter was that as soon as his murderous intention was revealed, he felt the auras of several senior brothers.
This shows that the man in front of him has been in contact with several of his senior brothers.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Zhang Yuanqing leaned against the door, with a look of indifference on life and death, and a hint of helplessness.
"Zhao Wujiang." Zhao Wujiang said calmly:
"Since your clone has always been here, you should know about the disaster in Yunzhou and the imperial court's release of disaster relief stones, right?"
"A person from the imperial court?" Zhang Yuanqing wrinkled his old cheeks. He always felt that the name Zhao Wujiang seemed familiar for some reason. He said coldly:
"Aren't they all handed down by twenty-one county guards?"
"Then do you know the implementation status?" Zhao Wujiang asked again.
"It's just some corruption." Zhang Yuanqing chuckled, not knowing whether he was mocking someone for paying too much attention to corruption, or mocking him for actually saying this.
"Nothing more?" Zhao Wujiang's eyebrows were stained with frost.
"Ha." Zhang Yuanqing smiled nonchalantly:
“It’s a good thing for young people to have hot blood. Unlike us old people, our hot blood has long since condensed into frost.
But how much do you know about this world?
You must be a descendant of some noble family, right?
With a rich family background, he has traveled far and wide, met many powerful people, cultivated his moral character, and cultivated his sentiments. Do you think that those who are powerful can help the world, and do you think you are good?
But you know too little about this world.
Ordinary people died in the snow disaster, which is indeed worthy of sadness.
But compared to mortals, the death of a monk is even more tragic.
Even if all mortals die, the world will not perish.
But when all the monks die, the world is really coming to an end.
It's easy to tell which one is lighter and which one is more serious.
Your self-conceited anger and hatred of evil are just manifestations of ignorance. "
"So you just let the people die?" The wind and snow whirled around Zhao Wujiang, and the dim candlelight covered him, casting long and twisted shadows.
"What else? If you want to save more people, you are destined to sacrifice some people." Zhang Yuanqing didn't care at all about the anger of the young man in front of him, and said with a smile:
“Based on the odds of winning, sacrificing the people is much better than sacrificing the monks.
Of course, you don’t understand what I said. After all, you are still young and have experienced too little to see the truth behind it. "
