Swear Lan Qing'er looked at him a little funny, swearing, to someone who traveled across the 20th century, isn’t it just a few words?

However, if this oath is taken, something must be changing. +++The latest Danmei novel ranking: lightnovelpub.net网o

Faintly, Lan Qing'er felt uneasy for a while. If this vow is made, the days to come will be very different

The relationship between her and Feng Yumo will also be very different

But if you don’t swear, then

There was an anxious look in Feng Yumo's eyes, but it was a little pleading, Lan Qinger's mouth pursed, maybe Feng Yumo just made some decision and was just worried.

Thinking of this, Lan Qinger smiled faintly, "Fool, you are my husband. Of course I want to be with you. No matter what happens in the future, as long as my husband has Qinger in his heart, Qinger will be there."

As soon as he said this, Feng Yumo closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if deciding something. When he opened his eyes again, with a touch of firmness in the gentleness, he slowly said, "Qing'er, you Listen, no matter what happens in the future, everything my husband does is for us, for the promise he made with you, Qing'er, you must trust your husband, okay"

Word by word, Feng Yumo spoke very slowly, knocking on Lan Qing'er's heart, a faint touch of excitement and excitement in her heart, Lan Qing'er couldn't tell what this feeling was, only knew that there were some things. Will change.

"Okay, Qing'er promises you that no matter what happens, Qing'er will never doubt her husband." At this point, Lan Qing'er raised her hand and slowly said, "Yellow sky is here, Lan Qing'er is here to swear, no matter what my house is. What did her husband Mo Yu do in the future, Qing'er's affection for her husband will not change as if she violated this order, and the heaven will die.

"Qing'er" hadn't finished making the oath, Feng Yumo shook her hand, half sullen, "Don't do this, this oath is heavy."

Lan Qing'er smiled and shook his head. "No, the promise is heavy, that will make Qing'er remember the promise he made with her husband today. Husband, Qing'er is also telling herself that Qing'er and her husband This love from her husband is so precious to Qing'er."

Feng Yumo's eyes softened. "Well, I only blame her husband for being too cowardly. Qing'er is right. This court struggle has always been cruel. If you want to protect your love, you must be softhearted. For the sake of your mother and Qing'er. , My husband can't be depressed anymore. o"

Hearing Feng Yumo's words, Lan Qing'er was overjoyed, nodded heavily, and continued, "If you violate this oath, the sky will thunder and you will not die."

Heh, without Feng Yumo by his side, it would be really bad to die.

"A word is a deal."

"Well, it's a deal"

After Lan Qing'er swore the vow, Feng Yumo seemed to have let go of some psychological burden, and kept herself shut in the small black room all day long, took Lan Qing'er's hand, and followed her every step of the way.

When Feng Yumo did this, Lan Qing'er couldn't help wondering whether the decision Feng Yumo made was to keep her by her side all day.

Oh, this is kind of funny.

What did she want to say? When she saw the happiness on Feng Yumo's face, she swallowed it alive and sighed slightly. She should believe Feng Yumo.

"Qing'er, is there any story to tell her husband?" Feng Yumo said softly while embracing Lan Qing'er with some meaning.

Lan Qing'er pursed his lips, "It's not there for the time being, I'll tell you when I have Qing'er."

Feng Yumo smiled lightly, "Where did Qing'er hear these stories?"

Lan Qing'er blinked and said, "If Qing'er said, these stories are all made up by Qing'er."

When these words came out, Feng Yumo was a little stunned, "It was made up by Qinger.

Oh, my Qinger is a talented girl. "

Lan Qing'er smiled and said, "My husband won the prize. Qing'er was just afraid that her husband would be bored in it, so she made some stories to make her husband happy."

"Haha." Feng Yumo laughed a few times, and suddenly his face condensed, and he whispered to Lan Qing'er, "Qing'er, someone is coming."

someone is coming

Lan Qing'er was taken aback, looked at Feng Yumo in disbelief, why didn't she feel

"Hahaha was discovered." After a hearty laughter, a white figure fell from the air.

The visitor was dressed in white, like an immortal, it was Mo Yan.

Lan Qing'er twitched at the corner of her eyebrows, no wonder she didn't notice it, it was Mo Yan.

Mo Yan's martial arts are extremely powerful, if you want to hide your breath, that's easy. Net o

Her current skill is still unable to capture Mo Yan's breath.

Wait a minute, she can't, how could Feng Yumo

Thinking of this, Lan Qing'er was startled. When she looked at Feng Yumo, she saw him lightly patted herself. Lan Qing'er nodded, left in his arms and sat aside.

"Mr. Mo, it's been a long time." Feng Yumo smiled faintly.

Mo Yan sat aside and was not welcome. He poured a cup of tea on his own, and sipped lightly, "Well, it's been a long time since I've seen it. Mo Mou will be leaving for a while soon, so he didn't want to be friends, so he took a look."

"Heh," Feng Yumo chuckled lightly. "Come as you want. You don't need to hide above it next time."

"Can you not hide?" Mo Yan gave Lan Qing'er a funny look. "Mom had planned not to hide. Who knows that I will see you and me when I arrive, so I am envious of others."

Lan Qing'er flushed slightly, and said nothing.

"Mr. Mo can come in from the front door next time." Feng Yumo poured him a cup of tea ceremony. "Mr. Mo is an exile in the world, and Qing'er and I are just laymen. We will inevitably do things that laymen have to do."

Mo Yan swept his eyes slightly, and said with a smile, "Well, Mo Mou will come in from the front door." After that, Mo Yan took a jade bottle in his arms and put it in front of Feng Yumo and said, "This is the antidote. Some of the one-month servings are prepared by Mo himself. One serving a day, don’t stop."

Feng Yumo took it and put the medicine bottle in his arms, "Thank you."

Mo Yan raised his eyebrows and was about to say something, but he thought of something, "If you really want to thank you, Mo Mou would like to discuss something with the concubine."

Seeing Mo Yan mentioning herself, Lan Qing'er was slightly startled, "Mr. Mo is so good, how can Qing'er be able to compete with Mr. Mo?"

"The Concubine Chu praised Mo," Mo Yan paused. "In fact, Mo Mou came here some time ago, leaned on the eaves, and heard the Concubine Chu tell two stories, which benefited a lot."

When these words came out, both Feng Yumo and Lan Qing'er were stunned. Feng Yumo picked up the tea cup and took a sip with a smile. Lan Qing'er's face turned red slightly, and he thought to himself about the scene of the rain that day. , Could Mo Yan also see it

"Heh, you two don't have to worry too much. Mo Mou just came for one day, and only listened to the story for one day. Mo Mou is a rootless person, wandering everywhere, hearing what the concubine said, I was deeply moved, Mo Mou I dare to ask the concubine, those stories, the concubine was found from the wild history."

Ye Shi Lan Qing'er blinked, then smiled faintly and said, "No, it's all made up by myself."

"Oh." If Mo Yan is thoughtful, "Mo has a request. I wonder if the concubine may know about the war. Mo is very interested."

"The matter of war," Lan Qing'er thought for a while, and said with a smile "If you really want to say it, then it's a little bit of a witch."

"Haha" Mo Yan smiled and said, "Concubine Chu has this ability, Mo knows it himself, today I heard that His Highness wants to thank Mo, so Mo Mou dare to ask for it, heh, I hope your highness will forgive me."

Feng Yumo smiled lightly. "Actually, Mo Yu wants to hear it too, but Qing'er is her." At this point, Feng Yumo glanced at Lan Qing'er and said something.

Lan Qing'er pursed her mouth, and thought for a while, "It's not that there is no such thing. After Qing'er thinks about it, let's just say one."

The two men's eyes lit up, and both looked interested.

Lan Qing'er took a sip of the tea ceremony. "The stories I told are all heard. The names in the stories are pseudonyms. Just listen to your husband and Mr. Mo. As for the names, whether they are wild history or not, then don’t pursue them. Up."

The two nodded, and Mo Yan urged, "Say it quickly."

Lan Qing'er paused. "It is said that there is a strange man named Guiguzi. This Guiguzi knows astronomy from the top, and the place where he is. He is omnipotent and knows everything. He created the forty-two styles of warcraft, one of which is named Stretch out for rigidity and softness."

"The saint is also in the world, since ancient times and now. The same way, endless changes, each has its own way, or yin or yang, or soft or rigid, or open or closed, or stretch or open."

Having said this, Lan Qing'er paused, looked at the two of them, and saw that they were listening with relish, and continued, "This means that since ancient times, the saints have governed society and dealt with incidents, although they have been used in everything. There are thousands of different methods, no matter how the changes are endless, the purpose is one point, yin and yang, softness and relaxation, in a word, it is only soft and hard, both rigid and soft."

Lan Qinger spoke with relish, and the two of them were also very interested. Seeing that they listened with such respect, Lan Qinger was also willing to tell a lot of things she knew during training. More than two hours.

Alan kept serving tea and pastries to several people, drinking tea from pot to pot. At the end, Lan Qing'er felt a hoarse voice, so she shut her mouth recognizingly.

Looking at the sky, it was almost evening, Lan Qing'er stuck out his tongue and said, "It's finished, heh, my mouth is dry. If the two of you want to listen, you won't be able to hear anything."

Feng Yumo and Mo Yan looked at each other and smiled. Mo Yan said, "It's interesting, it's really interesting. It would be better if Mo found out earlier, heh, today I have gained a lot of knowledge."

"Mr. Mo is serious, Qing'er is just playing tricks." Lan Qing'er smiled, and saw Alan approaching.

"His Royal Highness, Concubine, Mr. Mo, it's time for dinner, please move to the hall for dinner."

Lan Qing'er was stunned. It was time for dinner, so it was so fast.

"Mr. Mo, it's okay to stay for a meal," Lan Qing'er said.

Mo Yan smiled and glanced at Feng Yumo, "His Royal Highness is willing to have a meal with Mo."

"Mr. Mo will really be joking," Feng Yumo smiled slightly. "It's been a long time since I had a meal together. Mr. Mo will have something to do after a while. So, how about Mo Yu and Mr. Mo Yu today are not drunk and homeless."

Hearing that she was about to drink, Lan Qing'er was shocked and looked at Feng Yumo worriedly. She was about to talk, but thought that Mo Yan was a genius doctor. If Mo Yan hasn't spoken yet, then there is nothing wrong.

Thinking of this, Lan Qing'er said to Alan, "Go and buy some good wine. I will let my husband and Mr. Mo drink enough tonight."

Alan was also worried, but when he heard Lan Qing'er say this, he replied and stepped out.

Perhaps I knew that Mo Yan was eating in the hall. Alan cooked a lot of dishes and set up a large table full of them. Mo Yan and Feng Yumo were like friends who hadn’t seen each other for many years. The upper wine jar was placed one after another. Looking at the speed of the two drinking, Lan Qing'er felt a little scared.