Until they could no longer see their figures, Tuoba Feiya suddenly felt weak and she fell to the ground with tears in the corners of her eyes.

The second emperor's brother didn't care about her at all, and didn't care about her at all!

He only saw his current interests, when did he really care about her?

Murong Qiqi didn't know that the protection and care of her elder brother was true and unreserved. For her, Murong Yifeng could even refuse his life.

She resented such brotherhood, which led to unreasonable dragging the brother and sister into the water.

Yes, dealing with them was not her main purpose at all, but she just couldn't stand the deep love between them.

But what did she do? What did she do?

Murong Qiqi's road was much more bumpy than hers. She didn't care. She tried hard to move on, but then... she suddenly became inferior.

But, such a life is really not what she wants, she really doesn’t want it!

Who will tell her how to go ahead in the future? What will she do?

After the two left the cave, Wuming fetched some wild game nearby and took it to the riverside to clean it up.

Qiqi piled up dried firewood and leaves together, took out the barrel from the heaven and earth bracelet, lit the fire folds, and a pile of dead branches and leaves were quickly lit up.

When Wuming came back, he handed her a cleaned wild pheasant. The two of them gathered around the fire to roast wild game. For a long time, no one said a word.

Silence lingers by the fire like the wind.

After a long time, Wuming suddenly said indifferently: "A woman's kindness cannot accomplish great things."

He appreciated her kindness, but not her kindness. Today, Futaoba Feiya left. How great the danger she would face in the future? Have she ever thought about it?

"Sometimes, the one who is too kind will not be rewarded with good deeds, but kindness will be rewarded with grudges." He snorted coldly.

Qiqi looked up at him, her cold face was indifferent, but she could understand the kindness in her words.

With her thin pink lips slightly raised, she smiled and said, "Do you care about me?"

He didn't speak, just snorted coldly.

"As a killer, is it the biggest shortcoming to care about others?" Although she really doesn't feel that with the time she spent with him, she has something worthy of her care so much, and she teaches her light skills and avenges her, and even worrys about the future for her, she can really feel his kindness to herself.

As long as he is kind, she can respond with kindness, no matter whether he is a noble prince or a wanted killer.

"I'm not as kind as you think." She smiled slightly, took back the roasted chicken in her hand, picked up a short knife and poked it gently, feeling that it was almost done, so she took a clean leaf and tore off a chicken leg: "Do you think I'm really so kind to have pity for someone who has harmed me or even in the future?"

It may be impossible to repay grievances with kindness, but it depends on the situation.

"Although I don't think it's really necessary to kill her, I'm not so kind enough to take the initiative to put a time bomb by my side." She blew carefully at the chicken legs that were still steaming. Her voice was faint, and her indifferent and unruly eyes attracted all his gaze in an instant.

"But you..."

"Before the literary fight, no one will regard me as the strongest opponent, because in their eyes, I am not worthy." The chicken legs were about to chill, and the smile on her lips was gradually deepening: "There are two most popular candidates for this concubine selection banquet, one is Dongling Qingge, the ninth princess of Jin State, and the other is Tuoba Feiya, the sixth princess of Yue State, who was captured by you."

A hint of astonishment swept across him from the corner of his eyes, and she smiled and said, "If Tuoba Feiya is not here, who will help me deal with Dongling Qingge?"

The surprise flashed in Wuming's eyes. He pursed his lips, his eyes retracted from her small face, and fell on the roasted chicken in his hand.

Everything this girl showed in front of Tuoba Feiya just now was purposeful, and even... she was deceived.

Such a woman becomes more and more mysterious as she looks at it. Because it is a mystery, it attracts him to look through her even deeper.

"How? Do you still care about me if I know I'm so bad?" Qiqi smiled happily, and pinched the roast chicken legs with his fingertips and swallowed them slowly, as if he didn't care about his opinion of him at all.

Wuming didn't speak, but just took clean leaves and pulled the roasted chicken off the branches, let it cool slightly and began to chew it in big mouthfuls.

Qiqi only ate half of it. After eating, she saw that he had swallowed the whole roast chicken into her stomach. She reached out and handed the half left to him: "I'm full."

Wuming was still silent, took the half of the roast chicken, and after a few strokes, he chewed only a pile of bones.

Qiqi stood up, patted the dust on his body, lowered his eyes and looked at Wuming who was quietly sitting next to the fire, smiled and said seriously: "No matter what, thank you for what you did for me today, thank you really."

"I never need these two words." He did not rush to stand up and leave, but instead lay behind him, lying on a pile of dead leaves, looking up at the blue sky: "No matter what considerations you have in your heart, if you don't kill her, you are taking risks."

He closed his eyes, as if he was resting in peace: "My heart is always soft."

Qiqi moved his lips, but didn't know what to say.

To him, murder may be just a matter of raising his hands, just like eating and sleeping, but it is different for her.

Tuoba Feiya is a bit savage, but she is also a straightforward person. Such a person occasionally makes some mistakes and turns around and suffers a little grievance.

She believed that after this incident, Tuoba Liancheng would not give her good fruit.

If you punish me, you will not die.

However, the gentle and elegant Dongling Qingge always felt something was wrong with her soft eyes every time she met her.

Such a person has a really not simple mind.

After saying goodbye, she turned around and walked away.

Hearing the footsteps of her leaving, Wuming opened his ink-like starry eyes and looked at her back as she gradually moved away.

So slender and fragile, but that heart is stronger than ordinary people.

Although what Tuoba Feiya said in the cave was intentional, it was also true.

When she went back in disarray several times, she was really as indifferent as she was when facing everyone's doubts and ridicule?

She...is there someone hiding in the dark night and crying secretly? But she also feels helplessness and despair?

If he were there, could he give her some comfort and support?

Until the slender figure disappeared from his sight, he still couldn't retract his gaze.

Murong Qiqi, what kind of girl are you? How much effort did Yun Danfengqing's attitude take to achieve it?

You will also... want a warm embrace, a tall body that you can rely on and shelter you from the wind and rain?

Qiqi walked a short walk in the back mountain, and was not until he was tired that he used the light skills he had learned from Wuming. In less than two incense sticks, he had returned to Wuchen Pavilion.

As soon as he entered the door, Uncle Mei came up and said with a curious look: "Princess, Mr. Helian has brought you something, right in the hall."

In fact, what he wanted to ask more is what it was? He has lived for decades and has never seen such a strange thing since he was this age.

Qiqi's eyebrows lit up, but he just smiled at Uncle Mei, and ignored him and rushed into the hall.

In the hall, a combined drum set was lying quietly there, with a shiny drum surface and a shiny black rack. Although it was not as shiny as modern paint, it was so smooth that there was no flaw at all.

She walked over slowly, carefully picked up the drumstick beside her and tapped it lightly.

Dong...

The sound of the snatch being hit.

She brought a stool to sit down, still holding the drumsticks, dong dong dong... combo, slowly, one by one to test, from small drums to hi-hats, hand cymbals, hanging cymbals, bass drums...

The tone and effect of each composition is almost the same as the drum she used to play in the army!

Perfect! She can only describe such a design with the word perfect!

Suddenly she dropped the drumsticks, stood up and rushed towards the east wing.

"Achu, Achu..." The person arrived before the sound of the voice.

Mu Chu rarely heard such a pleasant, light and even expectant voice from her. He frowned slightly and looked up at the girl running in from the front yard.

She gasped, with excitement on her face, ran to him, and pulled him up without saying a word, "Achu..."

After a low breath, she smiled and said, "I heard... I heard you can play the flute, and you play well."

Mu Chu frowned again, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at Tiesheng, who was about to leave the pile of herbs quietly.

Tiesheng was shocked and suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He grabbed his head, looked at his gaze, and smiled silly, "That...the seventh princess asked, I...I just answered truthfully."

Mu Chu ignored him, looked at Qiqiyi's little face that was flushed with excitement, and said in surprise: "What's the matter?"

"I...I need your help."

The drum set was still quietly placed in the hall. Qiqi walked to the side and knelt down. According to the techniques of composeing music in this era taught her by Mu Chu, he quickly wrote the song on white paper.

Mu Chu walked to the drum set, picked up the drumstick and tapped it gently, but his eyes were filled with drums of all shapes and colors. Even if he wanted to beat the drum, he didn't know where to start.

"Is this thing really made for you by He Lianye?" There was still a question in my heart. When did He Lianye be so idle, even such an inexplicable and wonderful thing helped her make it?

"Yeah." Qiqi nodded, and while writing quickly, he took the time to reply: "I thought he would do it tomorrow, but who knew that he would do it in less than two days."

Such a magical designer, she really can't bear to throw him over to others! If she had enough money, she would definitely hide Helian Night's golden house and let him design everything she needed for her for the rest of her life.

Although, this idea is a bit shameless...
Chapter completed!