Extra Two

Tu'an Qinghe did not attack him.

He only took two steps in.

Mingyue unconsciously turned sideways and lets him in.

Tu'anqinghe walked straight to Kuhezhen's side, squatted down, ignored the insects crawling around Kuhezhen's body, and reached out to touch Kuhezhen's face.

Mingyue couldn't help but want to stop him, but was surprised to find that the insects not only did not take the opportunity to jump into his body, but instead wandered away like snakes and scorpions.

Tu'an Qinghe was shocked by the anger that was unexpectedly angry, and he never attacked Mingyue.

He just brushed his hands across the cave and hugged his eyelids.

The most praised Turkic princes in the past was his blue eyes. When he first arrived in the capital, his handsome appearance and beautiful eyes attracted the attention of many people in the capital. Even though the Turkic bloodline of Ku Hezhen made many people despise him on the surface, it did not prevent them from praising and appreciating them privately.

But now these eyes and this face are beyond recognition.

Seeing that Tu An Qinghe wanted to reach out and pick him up, Mingyue hurriedly said, "No!"

The former looked at him, calm and unpredictable, and had a hidden murderous intent.

Mingyue asked herself that she was not afraid of death or fighting with Tu An Qinghe. However, the qi of the masters was pulled, and Tu An Qinghe's murderous intent still shocked him.

"He is full of Gu worms. I won't tell you if it's okay if you get stuck on your body. When he goes out, Gu worms will run around, which will only implicate innocent people!" Mingyue paused, "Although you are a Turkic person, warriors are concerned about their minds without worries. I believe you don't want to be dirty if you do this kind of thing that hurts the world, right?"

Tu Anqinghe looked at Ku Hezhen's corpse in silence, without saying anything for a while.

He remembered that Kuhe truly loved cleanliness.

The Turks made a living by nomadic life, but in fact, even the Turkic nobles were difficult to pay attention to cleanliness like those of the Central Plains.

But Kuhezhen is different. Perhaps it is because of the other half of his blood in his body. Kuhezhen has loved to be clean since childhood and was thrown into mud by his brothers to get his clothes dirty. He always cried silently for half a day.

Once, Kuhezhen hid in the secluded cave and cried for a long time, which made Tu'an Qinghe, who was practicing qigong deep in the cave, impatient, and this was the first time the two met.

Later, as he grew older, Ku Hezhen gained a foothold in the upper class and became more and more happy and angry as his master. However, in front of Tu'anqinghe, his old friend, he still retained some sensibility.

Tu'an Qinghe did not agree with his unscrupulous way of doing things to achieve his goal, but the other party has already taken this path and it is impossible for him to look back, so he went all the way until the darkness and came to his current end.

OK.

Since I love tranquility, I am always unhappy to see myself being eaten up by all insects after death.

Tu'an Qinghe thought, turned around and took firewood from a corner of the kitchen, piled it around Kuhezhen.

Mingyue didn't expect the other party to be so easy to talk to, so she was stunned for a moment and quickly followed her to help.

The two of them quickly piled up the firewood. Tu'an Qinghe didn't say anything, so they lit a fire note and threw the fire directly on the firewood.

The fire gradually spread from stars to gradually spreading, and soon ignited, affecting the entire kitchen.

The two of them retreated one after another and watched from outside.

Mingyue bowed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Tu'an, for understanding the righteousness."

Tu'an Qinghe: "I'm not for you."

Mingyue: "I know that no matter what it is for, as long as the result does not implicate innocent people, it will be a merit. Thank you."

After saying that, he bowed to him.

Tu'anqinghedao: "Go and get a box."

Mingyue was slightly stunned, and then knew what he was going to do. She quickly found a box of the right size, clean the inside and outside, and covered it with velvet cloth.

When the fire burns, the fire naturally decreases gradually. It is almost noon, and the walls of the entire kitchen are charred inside and outside, emitting a discomfortable smell.

The two of them stood until this time from the slightest light.

Tu Anqinghe then walked in and picked up the burnt corpses one by one and put them into the box.

Mingyue didn't help because he knew that the other party was unwilling to let others intervene.

After the corpse was curled up, Tu Anqinghe turned around and left with the box in his arms.

The imperial guard was about to step forward, but was stopped by Mingyue and signaled everyone to separate.

Even if everyone here adds up, they can't stop Tu'an Qinghe.

The latter left the Seventh Prince's Mansion with the box in his arms, and his figure rose and fell a few times, and soon disappeared into the vast blue sky.

If nothing unexpected happens, Tu'an Qinghe should return to the Turks to bury his old friend.

Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know the agreement between Tu'an Qinghe and Fengxiao, but he would not stop the other party from leaving, because the chaos has just subsided. If he joins Tu'an Qinghe, a strong enemy, even if it can be resolved in the end, he will definitely pay a heavier price.

...

Changsun, Yu Qingze and others went down the wellhead that had just come out.

Not far away, you will see two forks. Changsun chose another one because they did not meet Cui Bulu just now.

The other road was deeper and narrower, with echoes. It was fine if Changsun and Yu Qingze were not there, but the soldiers behind them were panicked. Even if they tried their best to lighten their steps, they could still hear the rustling sounds that kept echoing, sounding like some reptiles following them all the way.

At the end of the passage, a magnificent bronze square platform appeared before them.

Everyone was shocked, but they didn't know that the mechanisms here had been triggered when Cui Buqu and Xiao Lu passed by. Otherwise, among these people, only Changsun Bodhi would be able to survive.

Changsun saw the cliff cave diagonally above the Sifangtai at a glance. He flew over and soon found the bodies of Xiao Lu and Yuwen Yihuan.

These two people are already dead, which means that the possibility of Cui getting out of danger has increased if they don’t go.

He didn't have time to think too much, so he asked Yu Qing to take people away first, while he ran along the same path.

As he rushed to the middle, a strong wind rushed towards him. He subconsciously fought back, but found that the opponent's internal strength was even more profound than his. The two of them faced each other with one palm, and Changsun's chest surging blood and he took three steps in a row.

"Is it you?" The visitor retreated first.

Feng Xiao's face immediately came into Changsun's eyes.

The bald head was particularly conspicuous under the lantern, but what made people even more noticeable was the other party's embarrassment.

The second master of Feng's Mansion, who has always been glamorous and meticulous, has a lot of dust on his face and body. Even if he doesn't hide his handsomeness, it is surprising enough.

Changsun Bodi only took a look and noticed that Cui Bugui was on his back.

"Empress!"

Cui Buqu leaned against Fengxiao's back, closed his eyes and was silent, not knowing life and death.

Changsun's heart broke out and was about to come forward to pick someone up, but was stopped by Fengxiao.

"He's fine." Feng Xiao's voice was hoarse, thinking that it was because he had been here for too long. "I just found out that although his breath was weak, it was longer than before. Let's take the person out."

Changsun pursed his lips: "I'm sorry, Master Feng's Mansion, let me carry it."

"No need." Feng Xiao raised his chin and signaled him to lead the way.

Changsun nodded without saying much, turned around and walked back along the way.

The journey was extremely smooth, and the three of them quickly left the underground palace where there was no light.

When the first ray of sunlight outside shone on his body, Fengxiao never felt it, and felt so good.

What's better is that he and Choi don't go, they are still alive.

Changsun thought to himself that he could take over now, so he quietly reached out.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xiao said again: "I'll take him back to Jiejian Mansion first and let the doctor see it."

Changsun Bodhi disagreed: "Thank you, Lord Feng, for your kindness. The queen has sent the imperial physician to Zuoyue Bureau at any time, just waiting for the Lord to be treated."

Feng Xiao nodded and turned his head to the scene: "Then let's go back to Zuoyue Bureau first."

Before Changsun could respond, he asked someone to lead a horse, and carried Cui Bulu up first, then turned over and protected him, and the two left briskly.

Changsun Bodhi:...

Although he obtained the essence of Tianchi Jade Gallbladder, the poison on Xiao Lu's body was also passed into his body at the same time.

Using poison to fight poison and using pharmacology is a different approach for doctors, especially Cui Buqu’s disease that has been destroyed for a long time, and the pain is not told by outsiders.

He fell asleep for three days and three nights. During these three nights, he even had a few times weak breaths and endangered pulses. He relied on everyone to take care of him and instill the true energy in time, and then he was able to escape danger.

When he finally became awake and woke up completely, it was already three days later.

The bald head beside the bed made him feel like he was living in Daxingshan Temple for a long time, but Cui Buqu quickly realized that this was Feng Xiao.

The facts prove that no matter what hairstyle a beauty is, she is a beauty. After looking at her bald head for a long time, she actually feels as if she is abstinent. Especially the second master of Feng's mansion seems to have lost his can and is wearing a white monk's robe, and looks more and more elegant in the style of a monk.

Of course, the premise is not to speak.

But it's difficult.

Because when he moved slightly, Feng Xiao almost immediately noticed that he was standing by the window and turning his eyes towards his flowery appearance.

Cui Bulu opened his mouth: "How long have I slept?"

His voice was hoarse.

Feng Xiao curled his lips, lowered his heart to relax, poured a cup of warm water from the table without hesitation, and helped him drink it.
To be continued...