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"Son, I'm sorry for you." Fu Zitong stretched out his hand to hold Qu Qingge in his arms, and after a while, said softly, the pain in his tone caused Qu Qingge's emotions that had been hidden for so many years finally erupted in an instant .

"Mother..." Qu Qingge's eyes were red, but she didn't shed any tears. This restraint made Fu Zitong feel even more distressed.

"Mother, when I get rid of Shangguan Guhong and Qufu, I'll go find you, and then I'll find a small town with you to support you in retirement."

"It's best, I have to find another partner for my mother. After all, you are still beautiful now... I'll just go along with fate. If I meet someone I like, I'll marry. It doesn't matter if I don't have one."

"And then, Ningxia likes to drink. I can go to the winemaker to ask for advice, and then open a wine shop, so that she can drink as much as she wants."

Qu Qingge opened her heart in front of Fu Zitong. Although the word order was a little confusing, Ningxia still knew her expectations for the future from Qu Qingge's few words, and felt that Qu Qingge really relaxed a lot from the heart. Now Qu Qingge is like a child, sharing rare happiness with herself.

The two of you said one sentence to another, the mother and daughter talked about each other's life, but they all talked about each other's life in a good way. In the end, they were a little dumbfounded. In the flickering candlelight, Fu Zitong seemed to hear Qu Qingge calling his mother in a milky way when he was a child, Acting like a baby and letting herself sing, from scene to scene until the end freezes into Qu Qingge's resolute eyes, Fu Zitong looks at Qu Qingge's no longer immature face, full of emotions in his heart.

His daughter has really grown up, and he is also old. Fu Zitong patted Qu Qingge's hand, and said in a complicated tone, "I'm old..."

"Nonsense, mother, how can you grow old? People who don't know think we are sisters!" Qu Qingge looked at Fu Zitong's wild thoughts again, and said coquettishly.

Back then, Fu Zitong was known as the number one beauty in the Jiang country. She was good at singing and dancing and had an outstanding temperament. After being locked in a secret room for so many years, she only looked haggard after being injured.

Hearing this, Fu Zitong cast an annoyed glance at Qu Qingge, but saw a shadow swaying at the door, and guessed it was a little fool. Just as he smiled, he was suddenly slapped by a very serious question. Two clean.

In the secret room before, Fu Zitong only felt that he had spent his whole life there, and simply grasped the remaining warmth and indulged. Now that the two of them have escaped, is it okay for him to keep the little fool?

Although the little fool has some intellectual defects, he is pure and kind, and someone must like it. If she later understands that the relationship with her is just a dewy relationship, and then finds the person she really wants, the life she really wants to live, and she will be willing Do you stay with yourself?

The little fool is still young, the same age as Qu Qingge, and he can almost be regarded as her mother. Both are women, and the age gap is so big. Will there really be a future between the two?

For a while, Fu Zitong was full of thoughts and looked a little dazed. Qu Qingge noticed that she was tired, so he helped Fu Zitong cover the quilt, then turned off the lamp, and said with a smile: "Mom, take a good rest." Come on, I'll come see you tomorrow."

However, Qu Qingge, who returned to the room, couldn't fall asleep. Seeing that the veil beside the bed was fluttering, thinking of what Fu Zitong said just now, he smiled, and then smiled, but his eyes were a little red, and then lifted his eyes. Open the quilt, pick up the sword and dance in the courtyard.

She finally rescued him.As long as Fu Zitong is rescued, all the years of forbearance and pain are worth it, and the threats from Qufu don't matter, even if his life is not long, he can fight them to the death.

Qu Qingge thought a lot about the past and the future, although he was worried, but most of all, he had the chance to win.

With the last gesture of closing the sword, Qu Qingge found that Ningxia was standing in the middle of the pavilion and looked at him quietly. The moonlight was like water and people were like the moon. The woman herself can't stand it.

Seeing Ning Xia looking at him intently now, all the things that Qu Qingge was thinking just now seemed to have disappeared, only the tenderness of Ning Xia in white looking at him, which made people never forget.

"Ningxia, do you know? I feel a lot more relaxed now." Qu Qingge walked towards the pavilion, then abandoned the etiquette taught for so many years, and imitated Ningxia, sitting on a bench casually, raised his eyes and smiled. .

"Silly girl, is this enough?" Ning Xia didn't believe it, she often saw Qu Qingge's paranoia at the beginning.

Ning Xia raised his head and took a sip of wine. Because of this posture, his long hair was almost touching the ground. Qu Qingge quickly pressed Ning Xia's shoulders to prevent the silver hair from getting dusty. He took off the hair band and tied Ning Xia's hair awkwardly.

"Ningxia, why don't you like to tie your hair?" Qu Qingge stroked Ningxia's hair and asked curiously.

After so long, Qu Qingge has seen that Ningxia's image is a bit lazy and casual. It's fine if he doesn't wear hair up. The problem of bare feet and loose clothes is only corrected by Qu Qingge many times. He can sit with a jug He never stands, and always likes to lean on himself when he reads secret letters.

Thinking of the awkward look on Ningxia's face when she was dressing Ningxia, Qu Qingge laughed out loud, and kept moving her hands to help Ningxia tie up her hair. Then she was surprised to find that there were two pointed hair His ears popped out suddenly, and he felt something sweeping around his thighs.

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