The Return of the Noble Abandoned Consort

Qiao Wei and the first beauty immediately rushed to the temple of the third hall.

The third Highness was accidentally dropped from the stairs when he was enjoying the snow. He fell to his head and blood flowed.

The sacred pharmacists are helpless.

The three halls were sore that they had tears, and they lost too much blood. Even the strength of crying was gone.

Qiao Wei rushed to check his wounds and found that it was much more serious than imagined. It is no wonder that the sages are helpless. It is like being scooped up and changing her. She is not fully grasped.

"Oh..." The three halls were crying.

The first beauty took him into his arms.

The third imperial court wanted to see the chest and chest of the second watch, and he lost his blood. His consciousness was a little blurred.

Qiao Wei looked at the blood hole on his head, and the light moved, and he looked at his own hand and bit his lip: "The dead horse is a living horse!"

Qiao Wei took out the dagger, wiped the poison with wine, and cut his wrist.

Blood has flowed down.

She caught it with a cup, picked up a small cup, and fed it under the three halls.

Qiao Wei is actually not sure whether this method is useful or not, but she subconsciously wants to do so, so she really did.

As a result, a surprising scene took place.

The blood on the head of the three halls could not stop the blood from condensing a little bit. The wound did not heal immediately, but there was no more blood spurting out.

Qiao Wei quickly opened the medicine box, took out the golden sore medicine and surgical tools, and prepared to treat the wound to the third highness. However, after turning over the things, the brow wrinkled.

"What's wrong?" asked the first beauty.

Qiao Wei said: "I forgot to leave it, I want to suture him, afraid of him..."

The words "Unable to live" were not finished, and the first beauty was lifted up with a thick arm. A hand knife smashed down and stunned the three halls.

First beauty: "Now it is ok."

Qiao Wei: "..."

After Qiao Wei treated the wounds with His Highness, he asked the female disciple who served the service about the injury of His Royal Highness. From the mouth of the female disciple, it was learned that the third Highness himself had to go to the snow, and he fell. He did not have any People are close to him.

The third temple of the Holy Spirit is nothing more than eating, drinking, drinking, and doing nothing, and never offending anyone.

Although the two factions are opposite each other, he is the son of Yunxiao. The person who is in the cloud will not be embarrassed; he is also the grandson of Yunzhu, and the person who is in the cloud can not harm him.

It seems that in all likelihood, this child is unlucky.

Qiao Wei wrapped the gauze under the three halls and suddenly asked: "How is the situation in the clouds?"

The first beauty sighed: "Quiet to die!"

Qiao Wei said again: "Is the Holy Father aware?"

The first beauty: "Well, I know now."

The paper can't hold the fire, and there is no such thing as a cloud. I don't say that he is dying. He thinks he is escaping.

Qiao Wei said: "No wonder those who wait on the service are so sloppy."

Where did Qiaowei still feel free to leave the Three Dynasties in the Faith? Left but the cloud is dying, and no one dares to stop her.

In the afternoon, Qiao Wei brought the three halls back to the palace.

Her forefoot just entered Fang Cuiyuan, and Adar, who was on the back foot, hurriedly walked over: "We are not going to die."

During this time, I was busy with the teachings of the Holy Spirit, and I forgot that there was still a cypress in the small courtyard.

Of course, the second division also moved over. Xu was precisely because of the second sister who was sleeping with her. Qiao Wei was even less worried, and it was even harder to think of her.

When Qiao Wei entered the house, Qiao Wei just gave the needle to the orchid.

Seeing her daughter coming in, Chaucer gave a look.

Qiao Wei took back the leg across the threshold and waited for Joe to come out and go to the yard with him.

Qiao Wei took care of her arm and whispered, "Hey, how is she?"

Chaucer shook his head: "The poisonous dan will mature, and the toxicity can't be controlled."

“How many more days?” Qiao Wei asked.

"It’s been a matter of the past few days," Joe said.

Qiao Weiton paused and said: "What about the second division? Is she okay?"

Joe groaned and said: "She can hold it for seven or eight days. Did the secret find it?"

Qiao Wei said: "I am still looking for it, it should be faster."

Chaucer said: "Is there a library in Yinhu Island? The secret should be inside, haven't found it yet?"

Mentioning this, Qiao Wei is also somewhat helpless. The woman who is the old traitor of Lian Huo Law, guessed that she was fierce and sorrowful when Yunzhu took the lady’s sacred religion, and started the island’s array before leaving the house. The pavilion of the pavilion and Princess Zhaoming happened to be in the battle.

The meditation and the ghost king went to the battle, but the law was based on the princess of the Zhaoming princess. If it was forcibly destroyed, the body of Princess Zhaoming was gone.

However, it should be impossible to use seven or eight days of meditation to find a way, and the second division sister can still be saved.

As for the orchids...

Chaucer knows what she is thinking about her daughter’s look and pats her daughter’s hand: “She won’t be martial, and it’s useless to give her a secret.”

"This is also true." Qiao Wei's eyebrows picked and looked calmly to find the orchids.

The poison of the orchid has invaded the internal organs, and a white face turned into a dull black cyan. The eyes were slightly reddish and the lips were purple. She had just had a single episode, although she was controlled by the second sister. Worried that she continued to attack, she had to tie her hands and feet together.

She is more and more disliked with the sun.

The door was pushed open, she looked like a needle poked into the eyes, slammed her eyes and turned her face to the inside of the bed.

Qiao Wei gently closed the door and ordered a dim oil lamp on the candlestick.

The second division sister slept behind the blue gauze.

Qiao Wei did not wake her up, walked slowly through the blue silk cabinet, came to the bed of the orchid, put the oil lamp on the bedside cabinet, and pulled a chair to sit down in front of the bed.

"荀兰." Qiao Wei called her.

Hearing the voice of Qiao Wei, Woodlands slowly turned his face.

This face, which once made the whole city so amazing, finally dimmed the color.

There are four words in Qiao Wei’s mind: the beauty is late.

Qiao Wei sat quietly in the chair, and the look was not the same, as if the person in front of him had no face to decline, as if she had no limit.

Lan Lan opened her lips weakly: "What about my son?"

Qiao Wei said truthfully: "It's still on the road."

Woodland replied: "You are not saying... can you arrive in ten days? How long has it been..."

Qiao Wei glanced at her faintly: "After ten days, it is a situation that does not sleep, but the child who is so small can eat it? Is it because he wants to see you, does he have to die?"

From the girders to the night Luo, but to a large desert, so small children, she really did not want her to suffer that sin!

Lan Lan struggled for a moment, but her hands were tied to death, and there was no way: "Do you want me to see him?"

Qiao Wei Fu Fu: "Ou Lan, I am not as despicable as you think."

Woodlands was so sad that it was red, and it was rare. In a life, the person who didn’t want to bow down, he whispered in a low voice: "I’m begging you... you let me see his last......Tian Dan will give you... Most definitely……"

......

Qiao Wei went out of the yard and looked at the white face, and sighed deeply.

She is different from her, but she is distressed.

If she can, she still hopes that he can see the last side of Woodlands.

Qiao Wei went to the house where Yan Fei was absolutely.

After being beaten up by the ghost king, Yan Daxia closed his door and he was injured. No one was there.

The latch is inserted.

Qiao Wei tapped and the bolt was broken.

Yan Fei absolutely fried hair: "You a girl, do you know if you want to knock on the door?!"

Qiao Wei said innocently: "I am knocking."

Just accidentally knocked it, but this can't blame her.

Yan Fei never pulled the quilt to cover his head, Yan Yaoxia Yingming Shenwu for half a lifetime, this pair of nose and face look can not let others see.

Qiao Wei did not intend to embarrass him. He did not reveal his quilt. He just stood in front of the bed and said softly: "When is Uncle Yan, what time is it?"

Yan Fei is absolutely indifferent: "Ask this to do? The surname is too fast?"

"Yeah." Qiao Wei said frankly.

Yan Fei never pulled down the quilt, revealing a face that was terrible than the ghost king.

Qiao Wei: "..."

You still cover the quilt...

Yan Fei cleared the clear scorpion and covered most of his face in a quiet manner. He lazily said: "Yi Qianyin and Ji Wushuang are picking him up. If the heavens are beautiful, the day after tomorrow should be able to arrive."

"The day after tomorrow?" Qiao Wei looked at the bright sky. "Should be no problem?"

After this, Qiao Wei returned to the room.

Jingyun and Wang Shu went to practice the words. Dabai was playing on the bed, but Xiaobai and Zhu did not know what was going on, and they fought in the house.

Pearl, a pan, flew white to the wall.

Xiaobai stuck on the wall for two seconds, and then slammed down.

Xiaobai was angry, and his mouth rushed toward the pearl!

Where is Pearl's opponent, Xiaobai chased the house full of chaos, grabbing what to throw.

Hey!

Qiao Wei's rouge is gone.

Boom!

Qiao Wei's cream is broken.

Then, Qiao Wei's jewellery and Ji Mingxiu's calligraphy and painting collections were all spared. They were all used as hidden weapons by this little monkey.

Xiaobai left to dodge right, and did not take a shot at one time.

Seeing that Xiaobai was about to rush, Pearl pulled out a booklet.

Xiaobai was at the risk of being fanned into a pig's head, and he hit the pearl into the basin.

Qiao Wei was in the house at this time.

In the basin, there is a small wooden shovel that is expected to fall down. The pearl that the small wooden shovel is about to fight back suddenly puts the small wooden shovel into the hands of Xiaobai. He wipes a rouge on his face and bows his body. One side did not know where to take the sorrow, and picked up the orchid finger, and grievously cried.

What Qiao Wei saw was this scene--the little white fiercely slammed the pearls in the basin, holding a small wooden shovel, and a pair of postures to be used to open the beads; the beads were beaten and bruised, shivering, tears flowing. .

Qiao Wei looked at the two beasts, and looked at the mess of the land, and picked up the white ones: "I don't want to fight one day, go to the house to expose the tile, isn't it?"

Xiaobai squatted down.

Qiao Wei smashed out the little white, and the screams of Xiao Bai came from the outer court.

Pearl smiled smugly, picked up a small peach mirror, and wore a small flower that did not exist on his head.

Qiao Wei came in.

Pearl handed the mahogany mirror back to the ground, picked up the small flowers that did not exist on the head, and threw them into the corner.

Qiao Wei also took out Pearl.

After a quarter of an hour, Xiaobai and Zhuer stood side by side and stood by the wall of the gallery. The two beasts were swollen and bruised, and a small cotton was stuffed in the nose.

Pearl grievances and pouted.

Xiaobai turned and picked a small flower that did not exist and handed it to Pearl's hand.

Pearl took over the small flower, caught a baby snake that did not exist, and put it into a small back that did not exist in Xiaobai.

The little beasts are hand in hand and have been good friends since then.

There are too many secret things in the house, so I can't help but pick up.

Qiao Wei began to organize the mess, looking at the broken gouache, the heart of a woman is painful.

After packing up, she went to the basin again.

A booklet is soaked in the basin, which is the roster that was found in the jar of the lotus guard.

Qiao Wei closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

These two little things, how to turn it out? !

Qiao Wei resisted the urge to rush out to repair the two beasts again, took the booklet out and spread it on the shelf of the brazier.

This is going to bake it, but I don’t know if it’s the illusion of Qiao Wei. There seems to be no word on the booklet!

Qiao Wei blinked and looked at the roster again, and found that the handwriting on the booklet really disappeared.

Qiao Wei has turned over several pages, some have disappeared, and some are slowly disappearing.

“Hey? How could this be?”

Even when Qiao Wei was puzzled, even more incredible things happened.

On the middle page, there was only a place where white paper disappeared. Suddenly, a shadow appeared, and the shadow spread slowly on the paper, paving some strange lines.

When the lines are put together, an odd mountain map comes out.

Qiao Wei’s fingertips crossed the drawings one by one. When she reached the suspended steps, she suddenly stopped: “Is this not the ladder in the deserted mountains?”

Qiao Wei went to the room where He Lan dumped and gave the drawings to He Lan.

He Lan took the baby daughter and a few Xuan Yiwei into the mountains, and came to the ladder according to the place marked on the map.

"It seems to be... south?" Qiao Wei looked at the map and asked.

He Lan gave a gesture to Xuan Yiwei.

Xuan Yiwei lined up in the south, took out the dagger in his arms and dug it on the ground.

After digging one big pit after another, a Xuan Yiwei called out in surprise: "Zhuoma! There is something here!"

Helan pours: "Cut out."

The Xuanyiwei dug a foot and dug a kimchi jar.

What is it like to be born, even if you live in the fairy palace? I still think that the kimchi jar is the place that makes her feel at ease.

That Xuanyi Weidao: "Zhuoma please retreat, there is fear of an institution."

"Yeah." Helan said with a deep sigh, and he kept Qiao Wei behind him.

Xuan Yiwei put on a protective helmet and covered the entire head. Then he opened the plastic jar with a dagger.

Sure enough, a black smoke came out, and I couldn’t help but smoke the face of the Xuan Yiwei.

Fortunately, it was early to be prepared, but it was so good that when he took off his helmet, his face was still burned by the heat of the toxic smoke.

Simply, it is not a serious injury, and it can be recovered by ice.

Xuan Yiwei poured out the things in the jar.

Found that it is a brocade box, Xuan Yiwei did not dare to care, looking for a thinner dagger, and the wax on the box was cut open.

When he finally opened the box and took out the "big white jade" inside, everyone was stunned.

I saw a tiger on the top of the "big white jade". The workers under the "big white jade" were engraved with eight large characters - they were ordered by Tian, ​​and they lived in Yongchang.

Qiao Wei was surprised to see her mother-in-law: "Night Luo's ancestral jade... found it."

......

At dawn, Qiao Wei took the jade to the holy lake of Silver Lake.

Ji Mingxiu and Ghost King are on the island all night.

Ji Mingxi looked at the direction of the palace, where the body of his mother was lying, but he could not bring her back.

The ghost king ate the sugar beans.

After the ghost emperor and he grabbed things, the ghosts became happy and happy!

Qiao Wei listened to the sound of snoring and found the place where the two were located: "Made, I found the jade! Can reveal the identity of Yunqing and Yunxiao!"

"How did you find it?" Ji Mingxiu asked.

"Do you still remember the roster? The map is on the booklet, and it will be visible in the water." Qiao Wei will look for the passage, and concisely and said to Ji Mingxiu, "...I didn't expect her to hide in the ladder. Next, the ladder is also the road to the city in the cloud, but it is too dangerous, and there are few people to go. If she is buried near the waterway..."

"The ladder?" Ji Mingxiu suddenly whispered.

Qiao Wei looked at him inexplicably: "What happened?"

Ji Mingxiu thought: "There are two roads on Shangyinhu Island, and there is more than one way to enter the palace..."

Having said that, Ji Mingxiu moved to the dungeon where he once held the ghost emperor.

The dungeons were intertwined, and one of the secret passages was connected, but Ji Mingxiu found the road to the temple accurately.

But when he finally arrived at Zhaoming’s dormitory, he was surprised to find that Zhaoming’s jade was no longer here!

Who……

Who took the Zhaoming jade?

"Oh, it’s not good, Xiao Zhuoma!" Once the Wu Peng boat was on the beach, Zeng Dafa ran over in a panting breath. "I just... go to Yunxiao to teach the Lord’s bedroom, want to see how he is. It’s dead or not dead...and...”

Qiao Wei fixedly looked at him: "What then?"

Zeng Dafa swallowed the throat of the throat and said: "He is gone!"

......

Quiet courtyard, cold winds.

Gongsun Changli sat quietly in the pavilion and cooked a pot of tea. The jade carvings generally exquisitely picked up the teapot and slowly poured a cup of hot tea.

He took the hot tea, but did not drink it himself, but handed it to the small guard on the side: "Drinking tea, go back to the beam."

The little guard took the tea and took a sip of joy: "Okay! I am going to pack things!"

Gongsun Liuli said: "Pick up your own."

A small guard said: "Don't you leave?"

Gongsun Changli did not speak.

A snow fluttered down and fell gently on his shoulder.

A maid walked over with a small step and gave a gift to the grandson, the glass: "The son."

Gongsun Changli stood up and opened the paper umbrella.

The little guard looked at him slyly: "You go..."

When the words were not finished, he was soft and squatted on the cold floor.

This is not a poison, just an ordinary cartilage.

He fell to the ground, squinting, watching the grandson and the glass disappeared step by step in his own sight.

The grandson and the glass of the glass came to the gate with an umbrella.

A luxurious carriage has been waiting for a long time.

A well-defined hand came out of the carriage, and the gentle but unrejected voice rang out through the bead curtain: "Long glass, come up."

The snowflakes gathered and dispersed, and the carriage went away. Only a paper umbrella with a peach branch fell on the cold street, and it was blown up by the cold wind.