Mu Jinghong only took off the wet layer outside and walked out. Chu Qi, who had already set up a rack outside, saw that he took off his outer robe, and the breath between his eyebrows moved again.

"A lonely man and a widow, take off their clothes, really..."

Chu Qi looked at her pale shame and angry, and raised her beautiful eyebrows, "If you want to get cold and harm your body, you will do whatever you want."

She didn't force her to remove the fig leaf and sat by the fire at will.

Mu Jinghong knew that if this wet dress was not taken off and dried, he would get sick again without long.

Chu Qi picked up the fire and bending the mud on his body with a bent finger.

Mu Jinghong realized that he was clean and even the ends of his hair were dry and flowing, unlike the rain. He was holding the thick wet outer fur and staring at him in a daze.

Chu Qi's deep eyes swept around the temple a few times, swept the dust on his knees with both hands, and raised his hand to her.

Mu Jinghong looked at the other party vigilantly and had not passed.

"If you hold that wet dress, I'm afraid you can't stand tonight."

Mu Jinghong moved over.

Chu Qi took the laundry in her hand, hung it on the shelf, and patted the empty space beside her.

Mu Jinghong pursed her pale lips and sat down to the clean place he had processed, and caught fire to roast her cold body.

A gentle big hand suddenly hit behind him, and Mu Jinghong's body suddenly stiffened.

I felt a constant stream of warm breath coming from my back into my body, the cold air was removed, and my body gradually became more comfortable.

The temple was so quiet that only crackling Mars was left. Chu Qi stopped when he saw that it was almost done.

"Thank you."

There was no need for the other party to do this, not to mention that he was thinking about how to pull this person into the water. He wasted his skills without grudges on his past, which was really...

"You don't have to thank me. When tomorrow morning, I will send you to the Hua Mansion to vent my hatred in my heart."

Mu Jinghong took back the words in his heart: "..."

"Why don't you talk?"

"It's true that the king wants to take revenge on me."

"You are a little self-aware. Why didn't you expect to be retaliated when you plot against me?" Chu Qi's body was on the side, and his deep black eyes were staring at her.

Mu Jinghong avoided his gaze and lowered his eyes to look at the beating Mars.

Chu Qi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the girl who was drooping in front of him. The soft orange fire light hit her clear face, and a faint gray shadow appeared on her face. The skin exposed on one side shone faintly, highlighting the depth of her side face.

"Thinking."

Why didn't Mu Jinghong think about it, but she wanted to pull that person down even more.

No matter what means it is used.

Even if you become the person you hate the most, you have to do that. For the sake of the people of the world, Chu Qi is the only candidate.

She could not harm the people of Northern Tang because she wanted to get rid of an emperor. No matter what, she had already made the worst plan.

Holding his knees, burying his head on his knees, his obsidian black eyes staring at the crackling Mars in a daze.

Seeing that she refused to pay attention to her, Chu Qi withdrew her gaze from her indifferent expression and leaned on the stone behind her, intending to rest for one night.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and he could not leave people here and ignore them.

The eyes flashing with black light glanced over again.

"These temples were once where she often walked. How many people squeezed the threshold for her to criticize her life. Now things have changed."

A sentimental sentence made Mu Jinghong look up, and he faced Chu Qi's dark eyes and took them back, looking up at the abandoned temple.

As he said, every day, she sat quietly in her own place to watch the sun, moon and stars, except walking in these temples.

Day and night with the stars.

Use your lifespan to eliminate disasters for others and predict good and bad luck...

Put others first in everything.

She never thought that Duanmu Zunyue should exist in other people's place.

How do they view Duanmu Zunyue?

And is all your efforts really worth it?

My cousin asked her if she had thought about her.

How did she answer at that time?

She said: I want to be with you alone.

But because of this extravagant hope, her heart became cold and no longer warm.

Turning his head and looking at the rainy night outside the door, then looking back at the peerless man leaning against him, time seemed to be interlaced.

She and Chu Qi avoided each other as much as possible, both in childhood and in the future.

If you encounter someone occasionally, you will treat each other with courtesy, never say a word, and you will not keep your eyes on the other person for a moment.

And in this life, I only had more interactions with him in a few months than in the past twenty years.

She lowered her eyes and her voice was quiet, "What kind of person does Duanmu Zunyue feel like?"

The person leaning beside her glanced at her with his delicate eyebrows and eyes. At that glance, the genius was extremely strong, and the gaze seemed to be lingering on her pretty face for a moment. He put his hand behind his head and relaxed. He then heard him slowly and said, "Xiao Stutter seems to be very interested in her affairs."

Mu Jinghong made acquiesce.

"Duanmu Zunyue is already a taboo in Northern Tang Dynasty. But if you dare to mention this person in front of me, aren't you afraid that I will go to the emperor to report it?"

"King, no."

"snort."

Chu Qi snorted from his nose, his eyes twisted to the side, and fell on a desk, with a long voice, "Dunmu Zunyue's terror is not something you can know about," he said.

Mu Jinghong's eyes opened and he suddenly turned around and looked at the serious man in front of him.
Chapter completed!