Traveling through the elf palace master play the king

Ever since Han Yan came to "Wangyue Pavilion" to cause trouble, Qing Qing would often wake up from her sleep at night.

"Ah!" I can't count how many nights I woke up from the nightmare. Qingqing seemed to have not recovered from the nightmare. She hugged her body tightly. Her white underwear was soaked with sweat and felt cold.

She couldn't help but tremble.

Looking at Xiaoxin who was sleeping soundly beside her, Qingqing couldn't bear to wake her up. She had been exhausted these past few days. Why did she become so fragile? Muyu Qingqing, can you really not do anything?

No, nothing can make it difficult for me. Since fate has allowed me to travel here, it means that I have a mission to complete. If it is not completed, I will not allow myself to fall. Qingqing straightened her body and gently

After getting off the soft couch, I was afraid of waking up Xiaoxin, who was sleeping deeply.

He picked up a coat and put it on, and walked out of the house. Standing in the small pavilion of "Wangyue Pavilion", admiring the shining silver moon, Qingqing's restless heart gradually calmed down.

Jin, who was standing in the shadow in the distance, had been watching the frail imperial concubine. He had not appeared in the past few days. He wanted to observe whether anyone was monitoring the imperial concubine's actions. No suspicious person was found. He wanted to show up.

But suddenly he found that the imperial concubine, who used to be lively and funny, was now silent and very uneasy. He felt a little distressed. Shouldn't such a woman be peacefully loved by a man? But she was suffering here.

Jin just wanted to walk out of the shadows, but at this moment he found another dark figure like himself, hiding in the shadows and watching Qing Qing sitting in the pavilion. Jin carefully made sure again that he would not be discovered, and then stood on guard

Is staring at the shadow harmful to the princess?

The black shadow didn't seem to want to disturb Qingqing who was watching the moon, but just watched quietly. When Qingqing couldn't help but doze off, the black shadow moved, but he stopped moving forward worriedly.

Just when he was unsure about paying attention, Qingqing was already lying on the stone table in the pavilion, her eyes slowly closed, and she was still muttering "so sleepy" and she fell into a deep sleep.

The black shadow finally couldn't help but stepped forward, took off his long gown to cover the smaller and thin Qingqing, stretched out his hands to hold her in his arms. He looked at this woman who had not seen him for many days and made him miss her. She was still so beautiful and refined.

Still letting himself get lost in her expression. He should let go, but he couldn't.

"It seems that Murong Mingxun can't escape his love for the imperial concubine. Love is really a painful thing," Jin murmured to himself.

It turned out that the dark shadow was none other than Murong Mingxun, who had been away from the village for many days. He left all his men behind and rushed back day and night by himself, just for this woman who had always worried about him. His longing was like a disease.

, always tugging at my heart.