You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Jiao Cang was dissatisfied with the way Li Qingyue addressed him and called out to him a few times.

Chang Qing smiled and said, "He is the same age as me, and he is a wolf. He asked you to call him Uncle Wolf too."

Li Qingyue was embarrassed, but she had seen big scenes before, so she quickly said:

"Okay, okay, Uncle Wolf, the dishes made by my royal chef are famous all over the country. Do you want to try them?"

Jiaocang knew that Changqing didn't want to go and tried to hold back the urge, but the shaking tail revealed Jiaocang's true thoughts.

Chang Qing did not embarrass Jiao Cang and said, "Jiao Cang, let's go. Just eat the free food. She doesn't care about money."

Jiao Cang howled excitedly. At this time, the salesperson came out from the darkness. She had come back a long time ago, but saw Chang Qing talking with the store manager. She guessed that the visitor was not a simple person. She was afraid of neglecting him, so she took some more silver and money. When she saw that the conversation between the two was coming to an end, she came out.

After putting the silver and money away, Changqing led the horse and, with Li Qingyue as the guide, headed towards the nightmare place again.

I talked a lot with Wang Ji on the way. Wang Gang had passed away for many years, but he became a great martial master at the age of 30, setting a new record for the youngest great martial master, a title that has not been broken to this day. According to Wang Ji, he was able to become a great martial master so quickly thanks to the longevity knot made by Chang Qing.

Chang Qing also understood that Wang Ji was influenced by the spiritual energy emitted by the spirit crystal day and night, so it was not surprising that he achieved such an achievement.

The palace still looks the same, but its old appearance has faded.

For Changqing, returning here again was only a few days away. Yesterday and today seemed to be separated into two worlds, and he had broken through the barriers between the worlds and come here. A sense of unreality filled Changqing's heart.

Li Qingyue brought everyone to the Shujuan Hall, ordered people to set the table, and asked the imperial chef to speed up the preparation of the dishes.

While waiting, Li Qingyue and Chang Qing came into the hall.

As soon as he entered the house, Chang Qing was stunned. No wonder Li Qingyue recognized him at the first sight. There were dozens of his paintings hanging in the house, some of which had even begun to turn yellow, showing that they were already quite old.

He looked at the furnishings in the room, the table and the wooden sword, then reached out to touch the scroll and sighed.

Li Qingyue kept looking at Changqing's face, and the complex expression that flashed across his face was still noticed by the girl, who asked curiously:

"Should I call you uncle? I have been waiting for you and have never looked at another man in my life."

Chang Qing smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "If we really want to say it, it might be more appropriate to call us enemies."

His words were light, and at this moment he had truly let it go.

Fearing that Li Qingyue would be embarrassed, Chang Qing continued, "Forget it, the past is in the past. There is no point in bringing it up now."

"I don't believe it. Every time my aunt comes down from court, she stares at the scroll in a daze. She must love you very much. How could you two be enemies?"

Li Qingyue's voice was a little stubborn. She looked at Chang Qing firmly, as if she wanted to find a flaw in his face.

Chang Qing was silent for a moment, then he sighed softly and said:

"Qingyue, some things are not as simple as you think. There are too many misunderstandings and grudges between your aunt and me."

Chang Qing turned to look at Wang Ji beside him and said, "Tell Qingyue the whole story about Li Qingxi and me."

Changqing ignored Qingyue's gaze, walked to the wooden sword with Jiaocang in his arms, and gently blew away the dust on the sword.

Only a little bit of spirituality flowed out of the wooden sword. The spiritual crystal in the scabbard had turned gray and no spiritual energy remained. It seemed that Li Qingxi had dealt with a lot of trouble with this sword over the years.

On the other side, Wang Ji told Li Qingyue the whole story, which completely overturned Li Qingyue's previous judgment. He looked at Chang Qing, who still looked like a teenager, and felt a little bitter in his mouth.

She didn't expect that the aunt she was proud of would do such an excessive thing, but she still felt a little unwilling in her heart. Li Qingyue looked at Changqing with a gleam in her eyes, and she didn't seem to want to give up.

Chang Qing took down the wooden sword, looked at Li Qingyue and said, "Put the wooden sword in Li Qingxi's tomb. This may be one of the few things she has of mine. This way, she can be considered to have owned it."

The only glimmer of hope in Li Qingyue's heart disappeared, and she nodded weakly.

At this moment, she was even afraid to look Changqing in the face. After such an incident, this immortal could still treat the people of Xingyang so peacefully. It was because the people of Xingyang owed her too much. The intention of winning him over disappeared in her heart. She suddenly felt that Xingyang was not worthy of him.

Suddenly the girl felt a little tired. The throne did not seem as omnipotent as she had imagined. At this moment, she seemed to understand Li Qingxi's helplessness. She owned the whole world but could not own a single person. Everything seemed real and absurd.

But after all, that person is an immortal. Taking such extreme measures may be the biggest betrayal of Li Qingxi's own soul in his life.

The smell of food wafted from outside, but Li Qingyue had lost her appetite and looked a little lonely. Wang Ji, who was standing by, patted Li Qingyue gently and said softly:

"Your Majesty, you don't have to worry about it. Uncle Changqing also said that the past is the past. Let the previous generation handle their affairs on their own."

The four of them sat down. Jiaocang couldn't wait to start eating, but Changqing was much more cautious. He took a sip of tea and didn't eat any other food.

The atmosphere was a bit depressing. After a long time, Li Qingyue raised the wine glass and said, "Thank you for all you have done for Xingyang Country. I'll toast you with a glass of wine." After saying that, he raised his head and drank it.

Before Chang Qing finished drinking this cup, Li Qingyue raised the cup again and said: "This cup is to say sorry, sorry for what the late emperor did to you."

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Then Li Qingyue drank a few more cups and kept looking for excuses. Chang Qing could see that she was trying to make up for the mistake Li Qingxi had made.

The wine glass fell, Li Qingyue was drunk, lying on the table and saying words of apology.

Wang Ji called the palace maid to send Li Qingyue back to rest, while he was very relaxed. Firstly, the Chang Qing in his memory was not a moody person, and secondly, he had lived to this age and had let go of many things, so he did not have many resentments.

Jiao Cang kept eating as if he was a bottomless pit, and in the end his body size was reduced to its original size of about two meters. He ate without restraint, which scared Wang Ji. Fortunately, he had strong self-control and ordered the imperial chef to increase the amount of food.

Until dusk, Jiao Cang lay aside and began to take a nap with a satisfied look on his face.

It was almost evening when Changqing said goodbye to Wang Ji and they agreed to go to the cemetery to see the old friends tomorrow. After Wang Ji left, Changqing jumped onto the roof, leaned in Jiaocang's arms, and looked at the night sky.

At this moment, Changqing felt a lot more relieved, but what made Changqing miss was that even though he was attacked by a vicious enemy, his inner demon did not jump out to mock him. This was not in line with common sense. Could it be that his inner demon really disappeared?

As my mood relaxed, I suddenly felt sleepy, my eyelids gradually closed, and I fell into a deep sleep.