Prime Minister, please pick me up

Chapter 153
There was some surprise in Juliu's bewitching eyes, watching Feng Qingchi repeat, "The master of Qingmingju, Yi Che." After a pause, he added, "But it seems that Yi Che was seriously injured. Life and death are unknown now!"

Feng Qingzhi's thin body trembled a few times, the blood on his face faded instantly, he was extremely pale, a bit transparent pale, his deep eyes were indescribably complex, in which he suppressed long-standing emotions.

I don't know how long it took, and finally raised his eyes to look at Chu Liu, parted his lips slightly, and asked very lightly, "Where is he now?"

Qu Liu naturally knew that Feng Qingchi was asking about Yi Che, shook his head, and said truthfully, "His whereabouts cannot be found."

Feng Qingchi paused for a moment, a place flashed in her mind, she pursed her lips, and even her eyes deepened, she looked at Chu Liu, "Go back!" He said three words without hesitation, and then said Exercising lightness kung fu to the extreme, he left in an instant.

Looking at the back of Feng Qingchi leaving, a few complex meanings emerged in Qiu Liu's eyes, it was the first time he saw on her... panic!
That's right, the Pavilion Master's expression just now was absolutely panic-stricken, fearful and worried!
Yiche!

With a soft murmur, the cold and seductive brows were deeply frowned!
What is the relationship between her and Qingmingju's master, Yiche? !

Exercising lightness kung fu to the extreme all the way, even already overdrawn, Feng Qingchi's complexion has no trace of blood, pale as snow, with worry and fear on his delicate and flawless face!
The fear and worry in my heart are like ripples on the surface of a calm lake, rippling in circles, those deep phoenix eyes are full of worry at this moment, and there is also a trace of complexity that is extremely difficult to detect, like timidity, like helplessness , like bitterness, more like... love.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a snow-white steed not far away, Feng Qing pointed his toes on the ground, jumped up directly, took something from his body and put it on the ground, pulled the rein and ran away.

"Hey, come on, someone has stolen the horse!" A green-clothed girl looked at the white horse that was being ridden away, and shouted.

The guard not far away was about to chase after him, but was stopped by a cool voice, "Forget it, we've already gone far!"

The girl in green walked towards a snow-silver carriage with a dissatisfied expression. The light-silver crystal bead curtains collided gently in the breeze, making melodious sounds like wind chimes!

"Miss, but that's your Su Xue!" The green-clothed girl looked at Feng Qingchi's leaving direction somewhat unwillingly.

The person in the carriage didn't speak, but just smiled softly, "Go and get the things he left on the ground!" too cold.

"Is there anything else?" The green-clothed girl was obviously very surprised. After walking a few steps, she found a pale white jade pendant lying there.

"Miss, it's a jade pendant!" The green-clothed girl handed the jade pendant through the slightly opened bamboo curtain.

A white and slender hand like a jade carving took it, "Let's go!" Then he threw two words coolly, and there was no more sound from inside!

The little maid in green twitched her lips helplessly, and also got into the carriage.

Feng Qingchi galloped away on Suxue all the way, and finally stopped in front of a small courtyard that looked rather desolate and dilapidated after half an hour.

The courtyard is very simple, just two small wooden houses connected by a wooden porch. There is a sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard. The sweet-scented osmanthus flowers have begun to decay, but occasionally one or two sweet-scented osmanthus flowers can be seen among the dense leaves. On the swing, there are many fallen flowers scattered on it.

A half-person-high fence encloses the courtyard. It may have been unoccupied for too long. The vines are all over the fence, which makes the courtyard look a bit desolate and desolate.

Standing at the door, staring deeply at the familiar yet unfamiliar scenery in front of him, some pale lips tightly pursed into a straight line, and the hands hanging below his body were also clenched into fists. Take a breath and step in!
Looking at the half-open door in front of him, Feng Qingchi felt indescribably mixed feelings, even his eyes were a little bit astringent.

She wanted to stretch out her hand to push it away, but she was still in a daze while hanging in the air, she was still a bit afraid!
Now in front of her, it is not just a simple porch, it is like all the valves of Zi Lingmo's past, perhaps, after opening, there is no room for maneuver!

There was no emotion in the deep eyes, but the hesitation and hesitation were obvious.

Thinking that Yiche might be seriously injured, he finally closed his eyes slowly, gritted his teeth, and stretched out his hand to push the door open. The old door creaked, and even Feng Qingchi's heart trembled a few times.

Opening his eyes, looking at the familiar and simple things in front of him, Feng Qingchi slightly wet his eyes.

The inside of the house is not as dilapidated as the outside looks, it is very simple and clean, you can tell that someone has tidied it carefully, even the table is clean and free of dust!
While she was silently watching everything in front of her, there was a faint sound of breathing that did not belong to her, very light, almost inaudible.

Feng Qingchi walked in with heavy steps, followed the sound of breathing, and finally stopped in front of a delicate screen painted with Molan.

"Yiche, is that you?" Feng Qingchi stared at the screen tightly, his voice trembling unconsciously.

And the sound of breathing inside seemed to stagnate a little, a little heavier, but it didn't answer her.

　Well, Ah Jiu decided to tell you the answer tomorrow, O(∩_∩)O haha~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)