"For others, Zunyue's past is a shame for the Duanmu family. King Ju had no kindness to Zunyue, but why..."

"I don't want to say more about the Duanmu family, but the Duanmu Zunyue's life with you Duanmu family is probably not as good as that of me, and I may not know her more deeply than that of me. You Duanmu family should also bear some responsibility for the Duanmu Zunyue's fate," Chu Qi did not give Duanmu Xinglan the opportunity to talk further, but he came up and made him speechless.

Duanmu Zunyue served as a witch since she was very young, and entered the Imperial Heaven Prison many years in advance.

The days I spent with my family gradually became less and less when I was a child, and I saw each other a year was not as good as the prince.

At this time, he was slapped in the face by an outsider, and Duan Ju Xinglan felt a pain on his face.

"Father..." Duanmu Lianzhi stretched out his hand and pulled Duanju Xinglan's sleeve.

He looked down and saw the child with his little face raised, and smiled with a lip, "Go back to the house first."

Duanmu Lianzhi looked at Chu Ji who bullied his father, and hesitated for a moment before walking back to Duanmu Lerong and others, but did not enter the room. The other children also stood there and looked at Chu Ji and others quietly.

Mu Jinghong was still doing business with the Duanmu family inside, so Chu Qi didn't say anything outside, so as not to have any conflict outside that would affect it.

Inside the house.

Duanmu Xiuyuan looked at Mu Jinghong for a while and said, "Our Duanmu family will consider the proposal clearly," and this is about to see off the guests.

Mu Jinghong stood up, bowed to everyone sitting in the room, and finally looked at Duanmu Fangkong deeply when he left the door.

After resolutely leaving the door, a layer of frost-like cold outside shaves, and some rain is sprinkling on her ink hair.

Chu Qi quickly walked over, put the cloak on her body, half-wrapped her arms around her, and her tall body blocked most of the cold wind. Mu Jinghong looked up and looked at Chu Qi, with a relieved smile in his eyes.

Chu Qi knew that even if he didn't succeed, the result would not be too bad.

Mu Jinghong turned around and looked at the young and old people in front of him, his eyes felt a little sore.

Seeing the children huddled behind the adults, Mu Jinghong couldn't bear their gaze, turned his head and said hoarsely: "Let's go."

"Aunt Zunyue!"

A child's voice suddenly rose.

Mu Jinghong's body stiffened and he looked back.

Duanmu Lianzhi ran towards her with red eyes and shouted.

"You are Aunt Zunyue... I saw it, you are Aunt!"

The child suddenly cried very hard, and his two little hands wiped the fallen tears hard, trying to use his hands to pull Mu Jinghong out, but he couldn't stand it a few times, but he couldn't stand it.

Mu Jinghong looked at the child quietly.

The Duanmu family looked at Mu Jinghong with a complicated expression. Mu Jinghong may have inherited Duanmu Zunyue's abilities. Everyone in the Duanmu family knows a little, so the children who are most intimate with Duanmu Zunyue will see some thoughts and think about the past and can understand it.

"Xianzhi, she is not your aunt Zunyue."

Duanju Xinglan came back to his senses and walked over to pull him.

"I saw it. My aunt was in pain because of the fire. I saw it. My aunt was watching everyone outside the hall... She was injured... She..." She vomited blood.

Mu Jinghong reached out and pressed the child's mouth, looking deeply at the child in front of him.

The child took away his hands and tears kept falling.

Mu Jinghong felt the tattoo on the back of his neck hurt a little, and then looked at the child in front of him, and cried a little out of breath.

He saw it!

It's this kid!

"Give me your hand."

Mu Jinghong grabbed the child's hand and asked him to spread it out.

Duanmu Lianyi spread his hands while crying, looking at Mu Jinghong calmly, looking very quiet.

Mu Jinghong stroked his hand over the palm of his hand, something flashed on it, but Mu Jinghong saw it. It was an ancient symbol, not a ghost-head tattoo like her.

This child is the future king of witch blessings!

Mu Jinghong looked up and looked at the child, and a smile rippled on the corner of his mouth. His bright and dazzling smile was different from usual.

This child will surpass her in the future!

This is the future of the Duanmu family!

Mu Jinghong took out several hexagram money from his body and put it in the palm of his hand, saying, "This is the hexagram money created by the people of Northern Tang for Duanmu Zunyue. Now things return to the Duanmu family. In the future, you will be the future of the Duanmu family. Duanmu gathers it and remember your own mission!"

Duanmu Lianzhi stared at the hexagram in his hand blankly. Tears stopped falling, but frowned and hugged Mu Jinghong. His warm little body made Mu Jinghong tremble slightly, and he reached out to pat his back.

Looking at the scene of this small hug, it seemed as if everything had stopped.

Duanmu Fangkong and others who heard the movement inside also walked out and happened to see this scene.

Duanmu Jianzhi held the few hexagrams with his little hand, took a few steps back and wiped his tears, his eyes that were as clear as the sea, were quietly looking at Mu Jinghong.

Mu Jinghong squatted halfway, didn't move, and just let him see it.

Duanmu Lianzhi slowly stretched out his hand and gently stroked it on her forehead. Mu Jinghong lowered his head slightly and accepted his blessing!

"Even if you move forward, everything will be safe."

Spit such calm words out of the child's mouth.

Mu Jinghong looked up and looked at the child in front of him, as if he had seen his former self.

He reached out and stroked his head, stood up, stared at Duanmu Fangkong who was standing in front of the door of the house, and resolutely turned around and returned to Chu Qi's side.

After leaving this big mansion, they took advantage of the rainy night to return to the post palace.

Mu Jinghong leaned against Chu Qi and had already fallen asleep. The tattoo on his neck flashed a few times, and finally turned into black mist and drifted away.

Duanmu family witches arrive!

In the mansion.

"Suppress it!"

Duanmu Lianzhi suddenly turned his eyes and his whole body fell down.

Duan Ju Xinglan reacted very quickly and picked up his son.

"Come in and let the elders come over," Duanmu Xiuyuan noticed the unusual and immediately ordered.

"Uncle, is Princess Qi doing something to Lianzhi?"

"This is the future of the Duanmu family. We also want to thank Princess Qi for returning the Duanmu family's Wu Zhu back!" Duanmu Xiuyuan was very happy!

Duanju Xinglan and others were confused when they heard this.

Lianzhi is Wu Zhu!?

Runes appeared on Duanmu Lianzhi's hands. This time, they saw it very clearly.

Because the previous generation of Wu Zhu experienced such pain, this generation of Wu Zhu would also endure more severe attacks on the inner demons.

The inheritance of the previous generation is like experiencing all her pain.

Duanmu Lianzhi closed his eyes, kept crying and crying.

Seeing Duanju Xinglan wished he could bear these pains for his son.

...

Mu Jinghong, who returned to the post palace, was also asleep until dawn.

Song Yanlin came to see it but did not notice anything was wrong.

It was not until dawn that Chu Qi breathed a sigh of relief and hugged the person in his arms, "I am very worried about this way."

"sorry."

"How do you feel now? I'll let Song Yanlin come over to take your pulse again."

Mu Jinghong shook his head, "I'm fine now."

She stayed quietly in his arms, reached out to touch the position of her neck, where there was nothing left.

Seeing Mu Jinghong's actions, Chu Qi lowered his eyes and looked at him. It was white and pure. The things he had seen on it were gone.

Chu Qi reached out and stroked her slightly bulging belly, his eyes soft.

"Ah Hong."

"Luckily you are here."

Mu Jinghong put his head in his arms.

Chu Qi's big hand gently stroked her hair, remembering the scene last night, and looking down at the person in his arms, he still didn't ask anything.

"Prince, Emperor Dongqi has something to say."

The cold dove whispered outside.

Mu Jinghong evacuated his arms, "I also want to hear what Emperor Dongqi wants to do."

Chu Qi did not refuse, and took her outside. Hua Xieying and the others stood behind Qingjiu.

They also heard that Emperor Dongqi's men entered the post palace again, and this time they didn't know what tricks to play, so they had to be more cautious.
To be continued...