The Demon Emperor of Lingfei Qingtian Has Been Captured

  Chapter 156 The past is now! The coffin is broken! 【1 more】

  The picture completely dissipated at this moment, and the original darkness was restored to the surroundings. Only a few fireflies were left floating in the air.

  Su Qingli’s tall figure slowly formed there, and finally fell back to the ground.

  Her expression was very calm, as if she hadn’t been hurt by the sight just now.

  But the sorrow in the deepest part of the pupil betrayed what she really thought.

  Jun Muqian was silent for a moment, and chuckled softly: “Your Majesty is so powerful, she has escaped from this past and reappeared.”

  She could probably guess that the reason why the coffin lamp could show what Su Qingli had experienced before must be that the Queen of Saint Yuan entered the matter again.

  The picture she saw was projected to her by the coffin lamp.

  If Su Qingli has been trapped in the past, then this picture will keep changing.

  But now the picture is terminated, which means that Su Qingli herself has come out of the coffin lamp.

  In this way, they should also…

   With a sound of “Boom——”, the ground trembled.

  Jun Muqian had a flower in front of him, and when he looked again, it was already the underground secret room filled with the belongings of the Saint Yuan family.

  And the lamp named “Coffin” was still on her palm, and the flame inside had already been extinguished at this moment.

Su Qingli stood opposite her alive, without saying a word, her eyebrows drooped slightly. After a long time, she smiled nonchalantly: “Since we all know that the past has reappeared, why bother to be immersed in it? “

   “It’s reasonable.” Jun Muqian glanced at the casket lamp, and his eyes narrowed. “However, since Her Majesty can get rid of the casket lamp and reappear, it shows that the mental power must not be weak.”

  Even if there is no wick or ghost fire, the casket is an innate spirit treasure. If you really want to trap a person, how can it be so easy for someone to escape?

“Oh—” Hearing these words, Su Qingli thought for a while, “I actually don’t have much to know, but if I say that this mental power is the second in the three dynasties, no one dares to say that it is the first. .”

  Her tone is very indifferent, but with an unquestionable domineering.

   “This is no wonder.” Jun Muqian nodded slightly, “This matter also started because of me. In exchange, I can do something for Her Majesty.”

  If it weren’t that she hadn’t recognized it in advance, this lamp was actually a companion innate Lingbao coffin lamp from Lingjiu Mountain, and Su Qingli would not be involved in the past again.

  Even if Su Qingli put it so lightly, Jun Muqian still knew that the Queen of Saint Yuan was definitely not as comfortable as it seemed on the surface.

  She was in the coffin lamp and only watched the scene for a short while.

  But the time that flew in it was three years.

  It takes three years to love someone. The kind of depth is not imaginable by outsiders.

  Unconsciously, she spied on Su Qingli’s past, which already involved personal privacy.

   “It’s nothing.” Su Qingli looked down faintly, “It’s not a shameful thing either.”

   After a pause, she continued: “But since you really want to exchange sincerely, then it’s not easy for me to brush up on your thoughts.”

  Jun Muqian raised his eyebrows: “Your Majesty, but it’s okay.”

  The casket lamp has already arrived, and she doesn’t lack such a little time.

  ”Then listen to me and finish what you have never seen before.” Su Qingli glanced at her quickly and raised her head slightly, “Sometimes this person holds things in his heart for too long, and it will be bad.”

  How many years have passed, she has not told anyone about her days in Feng’s house.

  Including her dead mother emperor, she said nothing.

  It’s not that I dare not, but I don’t want to mention it.

  For her, Feng’s family had joys and joys, but later, she discovered that these joys were nothing but a fantasy dream.

  Today’s coffin lamp made these things appear again, but it also reminded her a lot.

   “Let’s say it then.” Jun Muqian did not refuse, “If you say it, it will make your Majesty a little better.”

  ”Fortunately, it’s already done.” Su Qingli smiled faintly, “Because I am the king of Shengyuan first, and Su Qingli second.”

  She knew that she was the prince and would eventually inherit the throne of Shengyuan.

  Jiangshan Sheji, people’s livelihood and health are always the first, this point will not change.

   “Now I believe it, you are really a good queen.” Jun Mu’s light peachy eyes raised, “Sheng Yuan has you, it is the blessing of Sheng Yuan.”

  Su Qingli was silent this time.

  After a long and long silence, she said softly: “I used to never admit that I had a father because he saddened the mother emperor for a long time.”

   “But then I learned that it was not what he wanted, but was forced by others.”

  Jun Muqian stared at her and listened carefully.

   “My father was the most outstanding aunt of the Feng family at the time. His name was…” Su Qingli paused, seemingly struggling to say the name, “Wind is deserted.”

   Few Saint Yuan imperial clan knew that the other half of Su Qingli’s bloodline was actually the Feng Clan from one of the Seven Great Families of the Wanling Continent, even the old Chen Wang who was very close to the previous generation of Saint Yuan Queen and was almost inseparable.

  At that time, the imperial power of the Shengyuan dynasty was shaken, and Kyoto was turbulent. It was the darkest period in Shengyuan’s history.

  There are traitors inside, and enemies outside.

  Everyone knows that the Queen of Saint Yuan has only one husband and only one queen daughter.

  So, as long as you get rid of this prince’s daughter, you can cut everything about the Saint Yuan queen.

  Su Qingli immediately became the target of the public. In the midst of wind and rain, a teenage girl could not survive in the treacherous Kyoto at that time.

  The Queen of Saint Yuan had no choice but to ask Feng Family for help and sent Su Qingli to Wan Ling.

   Then he resolutely returned to deal with the rebels of the older generation, and only waited for everything to calm down before taking Su Qingli back.

  However, the Queen of Saint Yuan did not expect that this parting, when goodbye, is almost a life and death separation.

  Su Qingli said that as a maiden, she has naturally seen a lot of outstanding men since she was a child, but there is no second person who can have the face and demeanor of Fengguixue.

  She fell in love with him without any reservations, which can be called turbulent and blind.

  She threw herself into it, but she was still defeated to the end.

  This defeat is probably the only one in Su Qingli’s life.

  Feng Xiwei, with a gentle attitude, forced Su Qingli to compete with the so-called Six Arts.

  While the wind returned to the snow, she used a gentler movement to break all her hand muscles.

  The wound on the wrist came like this.

  Su Qingli is an arrogant person. If she loves, she loves. This is her own business.

  If you can’t force it, then don’t force it.

   But someone was forcing her step by step, forcing her to step into the abyss.

  Feng Xiwei seemed to know what was going on. He didn’t laugh, but said that since there was a problem with his hand, he could only compete with other talents.

  Feng Xiwei comes in styles, and goes in styles again. Every move is the elegant demeanor of the Feng Family’s daughter.

When Jun Muqian heard this sentence, it was extremely ridiculous.

  What is Six Arts?

  The six arts are divided into ritual, music, shooting, imperialism, calligraphy, and number. The comparisons are etiquette, music, the technique of driving a horse-drawn carriage, calligraphy, and the law of restraint of the five elements of yin and yang.

  The hands are all broken, how much can you compare?

   Music is not good, shooting is not possible, Yu cannot be, books are not good.

  These six arts, before the start of the competition, they have already lost four games.

  It is almost impossible to turn defeat into victory.

  Feng Xiwei, as the mistress of the Feng Family, is naturally proficient in all six arts.

  But after all, she is still a person of all souls, and the most important thing is to cultivate spirituality. How can she compare to the next Saint Yuan queen Su Qingli who was trained as a royal heir since she was a child?

  An art of etiquette, Feng Xiwei has no ability to compare with Su Qingli, so she said that she must first compare with “counting”.

  This competition does not require hands-on.

  Even if she was forced to play, in the teaching Su Qingli received, she never gave up on this word.

  She was born as a king, so she naturally wants to be beautiful.

However……

“When the competition was halfway through, I saw Feng Xiwei’s face turned pale.” Su Qingli laughed, with a slight sneer in her tone, “That face of national beauty and heavenly fragrance is as white as paper. , Really makes people feel pity and love.”

  Jun Muqian’s eyes changed slightly, and he already guessed something: “But you still lost, didn’t you?”

   Hearing the words, Su Qingli nodded, her lips curled slightly, seeming to be very happy: “Yeah, I lost, guess what?”

   Jun Muqian was silent.

  Su Qingli said lightly: “Because when the competition was halfway through, I couldn’t speak.”

  She had only one meal the day before.

  The meal was made by Feng Guixue himself.

  He came to her to apologize, his expression was as gentle and gentle as ever, and he couldn’t see that it was he who picked her hand off.

  This man seems to have really come to warm time.

  But when the spring breeze passed, there was nothing left.

  He said: “It’s okay, Lier, I will take care of you for the rest of my life.”

  Su Qingli didn’t want to listen to this kind of words. In order to ignore the wind and return to the snow, she just ate.

  Later, when Feng Xiwei’s face became whiter and paler, and she was about to faint at any time, her throat was silent.

   Still separated from the crowd, Su Qingli saw the snow clothes, and the turquoise eyes, with clear water flowing slowly.

   seems gentle, but terribly cold.

“When I couldn’t speak, I already understood.” Su Qingli’s voice was very weak, as if she was just telling a very common little thing, “He knows me deeply, knowing that I can’t actually eat him. Of rice.”

   “So, he said those words, in an indirect way, let me eat it willingly.”

After talking, she smiled slightly: “Of course, don’t say that I couldn’t speak at the time. Even if I say it, who will believe it?”

  Hearing these words, Jun Muqian’s eyes became cold, and the peach blossom eyes that had always been smiley seemed to be frozen in ice, shrouded in chills.

  Although she has never been in contact with Feng Guixue, it can be seen from the pictures of just now and Su Qingli’s words and phrases that Fengguixue is like a spring breeze.

  Feng’s family goes up and down, no one goes back to hate such a man.

  Ke is such a man who treated a girl who loved him so deeply.

  How does he have the right to do this?

  It’s okay not to love, but to hurt in the name of love is really unacceptable.

   “So what about the remaining’li’?” Jun Muqian sneered again and again, “I won’t kill you directly, right?”

  ”The people of the Feng family dare not kill me.” Su Qingli shook her head after hearing this. “Although they are not afraid of my mother emperor, there is something in my mother’s hand that makes them afraid.”

   “However, it is no different from killing.”

  Jun Mu squinted slightly.

  Su Qingli carried her hands on her back: “Because something happened to Feng Xiwei.”

  On the day before the “li” competition, Feng Xiwei’s yard caught fire.

  Because it happened in the middle of the night, Feng’s family did not react immediately.

  When the fire was put out and Feng Xiwei was rescued, she had already suffered multiple burns and passed out.

  Jun Mu briefly thought about it, and his eyes became cold: “Feng Xiwei said you set the fire?”

   “Nothing.” Su Qingli shook her head, “However, she has cried for a long time, saying that these burns on her body cannot be cured.”

   “If there are scars on the girl’s body, it will be ugly. She doesn’t want this.”

  Jun Muqian lightly said: “She really dares to say such things.”

  It is true that if it is placed in Huaxu mainland, the doctors may really not be able to get rid of the burns.

  But that is a panacea!

  As one of the seven great families, the Feng Family has countless geniuses and treasures, and if you take them out casually, you can restore Feng Xiwei to normal, even better than before.

   “Yes, it is false, but it is enough if someone believes it.” Su Qingli sighed softly, “Unfortunately, this fire did burn on me.”

  The person who believes is Fengguixue.

  Feng Xiwei told him that she needs someone to cut her skin to heal her burns.

  But the doctor also said that the person who cut the skin must be the bloodline of the Feng family. If it is someone else, rejection will occur and the injury will not heal.

  Naturally, this candidate fell on Su Qingli’s head.

  Although Feng Yimo is dead, there is only one heir of Su Qingli, so no matter how she is not recognized, she is ultimately a direct line of the Feng family.

  It’s just that her sibling is not as high as a collateral family.

   Hearing these words, Jun Muqian suddenly raised his head, slightly inconceivable, and blurted out: “Those scars on your body…”

   “Not bad.” Su Qingli nodded, “It’s him, he cut off my skin personally, to save the wind and cherish the slightest life.”

  It’s not that she never thought of resisting, but she really walked on thin ice in Feng’s house. When Feng Guixue was also on the opposite side of her, she had nothing to do.

In a trance, Su Qingli remembered that moment again.

  The snow-clothed man shed tears and calmed her in a low voice: “Li’er, bear with me, it won’t hurt.”

   “It’s okay to be ugly, I will take care of you forever.”

  The gentle words, but as much as a sword, pierced into the heart fiercely.

  Does it really hurt?

  Su Qingli thought, maybe she was too delicate, because she was dying of pain.

   “At that time, I had the thought of suicide for the first time.” Su Qingli whispered, “Little son, do you know how terrible the word powerless is?”

  ”It can shatter everything about you, break your confidence, swallow your hopes, and make you…without the courage to do it again.”

  She did not die in the end, because she kept in mind that Sheng Yuan was still waiting for her to return.

  She can’t let the mother emperor see her like this, and she can’t let the people of Shengyuan see their prince so embarrassed.

  Since that incident, Feng Guixue began to take care of her day and night, almost inseparable.

  It seems that everything has been restored to the past, there is no wind to cherish the slightest, and there are only two of them in the yard to the west.

   “Li’er, bear with me again, and you will be well soon.”

   “Don’t you want to go to the Magpie Bridge Wonderland? After you are better, I can take you there.”

  Su Qingli did not nod or shake her head, she lay on the bed and began to adjust her breath.

  Her mental power is inherently huge, as long as she does not want to be discovered, there is no way for a genius to return to snow.

  Finally found a night, Su Qingli escaped from Feng’s house.

  But because of his injuries, he was unable to speak.

  What’s more, Feng’s family is too far away from the ascending stage, and she fainted without reaching half the way.

“It may be that I still carry Sheng Yuan’s luck, so I went to see Prince Yan if I didn’t really.” Su Qingli smiled, “I was rescued by someone, and he not only healed my injury, He also connected Tesuji to me so that I could speak again.”

  ”Then I returned to Shengyuan. The mother emperor was surprised why I came back. She wanted to reprimand me, but because Shengyuan was about to return to peace, she just asked me to rest.”

   “Later, you should know.”

  Jun Muqian silently.

  She did not expect that there would be such a tortuous story in it.

   “So—” Jun Muqian raised his head, “Do you still love him?”

  If you don’t love, then there will be no magical appearance.

   “Love is naturally love.” Su Qingli did not deny it, “but…”

  She smiled slightly: “I don’t like him anymore.”

  Losing the love I like, there is no soul anymore.

  Jun Muqian’s expression paused slightly: “You just said that someone saved you, is it the old king?”

  Hearing these words, Su Qingli raised her eyebrows, seeming a little surprised.

  It’s not that simple~~

  I hope that the light beauty will return to normal?

  Suddenly remembered that the first lucky draw I got this year was dedication…

  (End of this chapter)