The King's Consort Chapter 41 Who Are You Exactly? Book Flag

  The golden-haired man hovering in mid-air had a fixed gaze, but saw Qing Ge's plummeting figure suddenly turn around, his heart tightened, and he was about to reach out to catch her, but she single-handedly supported herself on the ground, rolled with the momentum, without making a sound, quickly got up, eyes settled, and made a "go" gesture towards him.

  The two of them slipped out unnoticed and returned to the small courtyard, silently. As soon as they entered the gate, the golden-faced man's eyebrows furrowed tightly, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, his gaze cold and fierce, saying: "He is not worthy of being your father!"

  Qing Ge looked at him with a mixture of heartache and anger in her eyes. This person was really strange, she had no relationship with him, yet he kept appearing in front of her, and now he was even speaking up for her.

  There's no such thing as a free lunch!

  Suddenly, a cold smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. His wrist moved slightly, and the dagger flashed towards the golden-faced man, who asked coolly, "Who are you?"

  Facing her sudden move, the golden-faced man smiled faintly and his hand flashed towards Qing Ge's arm, "How, finally curious about me?"

  Her arm swung forward, the dark-colored wide sleeve fluttering in the night wind. She executed a sideways flip, dodging his palm. A fierce glint flashed across her clear eyes. The flying knife slid down from her right hand, sandwiched between her fingers and sent out. Her mouth spat out: "I don't like playing this kind of game."

  The golden-faced man took a deep breath, his abdomen deeply concave, avoiding the blade, grasping Qing's elbow, holding her tightly in front of him, with a deep smile in his eyebrows and eyes, "Woman, you don't have internal strength..."

  Suddenly, deep astonishment appeared in her eyebrows and eyes, she lowered her head to look at Qing Ge whose hands were pinned down tightly on his chest.

  Under the moonlight, a young girl's eyes shone like snowflakes, filled with deep cunning. Between her tender lips was a thin blade as light as a cicada's wing, pressed against his neck.

  This woman actually hid a blade in her mouth. Who would have thought that soft lips and tongue could hide a deadly weapon?

  "What's the point of having no inner power!" Qing Ge raised an eyebrow, her eyes full of self-pride. She only knew that with her mastery of the Hundred Transformations, she would never be able to escape from being fast and unusual, and these two points were exactly what she was best at!

  A golden-faced man smiled proudly, the blade at his neck, without a hint of fear. "Alright, woman, I have no ill intentions towards you. If you want to know, I can tell you that I am Beili Chendi, the master of Qian Si Lou."

  The Qing Song had heard people mention it before, the Qian Si Lou, the Da Yong Qing Bao Lou, as long as you want to know, as long as you can afford the price, the Qian Si Lou can get the information for you. The owner of the building never shows up, except that his name is Bei Li Chen, everything else is unclear, he is a very mysterious person.

  She raised her eyes to look at the golden-faced man in front of her, which was indeed consistent with the rumors, only -

  Suddenly, Qingge's eyebrows furrowed tightly, her face turned pale in an instant, and her tense body softened instantly, falling backwards.

  Bei Licheng immediately sensed it, with a hint of anxiety in his dark blue eyes, he reached out to catch Qing Ge's body, and hastily asked: "What's wrong?" One hand grasped her wrist, fingers pressed against the pulse.

  Just now at Qian Hong's residence, he felt something was wrong. With Qing Ge's skills, it was impossible for him to lose his balance on the eaves of the roof, unless something unexpected had happened. Indeed...

  Her eyebrows furrowed tightly, and she asked: "Is it still like that time when we gambled on martial arts?"

  Qing Ge was tightly held in his arms, the tip of her nose filled with the thick dragon's saliva scent on the man's body. Although she wasn't quite used to it, her mind felt somewhat at ease. When she heard the man's question, she gritted her teeth and nodded slightly.

  Just now under the eaves of Muzi's house, that cramp came again. If she hadn't been quick enough to change her position in mid-air with the help of her waist strength, she would have fallen to the ground and made a noise that would have startled Muzong Pei.

  "Your pulse is normal, I don't see any abnormalities, your heartbeat is stable, it doesn't seem like poison or illness, do you know what's going on yourself?" Beiliu dust picked her up horizontally and walked towards the small hut, carefully placing Qingge on the bed.

  Qing Ge leaned against the headboard, enduring this unknown painkiller, beads of sweat seeping out on her forehead. She shook her head and replied, "It's been like that since I was a kid."

  Bei Licheng placed one hand on her shoulder, and a steady stream of internal energy was transmitted from his hand to Qing Ge's body. The internal energy flowed along the five meridians, warm as a hot current circulating inside the body, flowing from the limbs to the dantian, wave after wave of heat impacting the muscles and tendons.

  The pain that was like a hangman's noose gradually eased, and Qing Ge slowly raised her eyes. The man's eyes were as deep and dark as a black night, his gaze heavy with warmth and gentleness as he looked at her.

  This person...

  She furrowed her brow, and a faint emotion floated up in her heart. She had met him twice, and both times he had seen her at her weakest.

  Does this count as putting oneself in danger?

  In the previous life, since she was picked up by the organization at the age of five, in the following years, there were no happy voices or warm lights, only the instructor's ruthless scolding and merciless beatings.

  In the dark and endless training, she shed tears, weakness, complaints, and heartache. She only learned to be strong, never show weakness, and possess extraordinary skills.

  Those knife-scarred, blood-licking, fugitive days had become the blood in her veins and the marrow of her bones, merging with her to form a single entity.

  In everyone's eyes, she is forever the most powerful existence! The existence that mercenaries look up to!

  No matter how much bitterness and pain there is, she silently swallows it all.

  Because she knew that for someone like her, revealing these things to others would only bring herself danger.

  She slowly closed her eyes, and after a brief moment, she opened them again. The girl's eyes sparkled with a faint glint, and her voice was as cold as frost: "No matter what your purpose is, don't try to take advantage of me." She paused for a moment, then continued: "Today, let's say I, Mu Qing Ge, owe you one. I don't like owing people, so I can agree to do one thing for you."

  The icy cold voice sounded even colder in the small hut, Beili's dark blue eyes paused for a moment, silent and speechless, with dark clouds churning beneath his golden mask.

  The girl sitting by the bed was slender and thin, with a pale face that showed signs of illness, her lips had a crimson wound that seemed to be bleeding, yet despite her weak appearance, her eyes still shone like a proud eagle, cold as the snow-capped mountains' icy lotus, making people look up to her in admiration. Her proud bones would not bend! Good!

  Bei Licheng laughed loudly and sat beside Qing Ge, "You said it yourself."

  "I, Qing Ge, never go back on my word." After finishing speaking, Qing Ge suddenly remembered something and took out a pill from her bosom. "Qian Si Lou is known for being all-knowing, have you seen this kind of medicine before?"

  Her slender fingers pinched a pale purple pill, about the size of a pearl, round and smooth, with a faint fragrance emanating from it.

  Bei Lichen took over the medicine pill, his eyebrows gradually furrowed, "I've never seen it before," he turned to look at Qing Ge, "Is this the antidote for your illness?"

  Looking at the small pale purple pill, Qing Ge nodded slightly, "It's not an antidote, one a year, can restrain it from acting up."

  "Is this the last one?"

  "How did you know?"

  "Given your unyielding nature, if you have a backup plan, you absolutely won't give yourself any opportunity to show weakness in front of others." Beili Chen smiled faintly and said lightly, gazing at Qing Ge's increasingly darkening eyes, "Do you know? You really resemble..."

  Was it his intention to get close to her just because she resembled an old friend of his?

  "Who is it?" Qing Ge frowned and asked.

  Bei Lichen smiled softly and his slender fingers gently stroked Qing Ge's eyes, his voice low and magnetic, like a pleasant song. "Me, like me."

  Like him? Qing Ge's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Nowhere alike!"

  Bei Licheng smiled slightly and changed his words, putting the medicine pill in his arms, saying: "This medicine pill, I'll go check."

  Qing Ge resolutely refused: "I can do it myself." She didn't want to owe anyone a favor again.

  "There's actually a pill in Qian Si Lou that I don't know about? As the master of this seat, I naturally can't tolerate something like this happening!" Beili Cen raised an eyebrow, his tone arrogant.

  In this way, the pill was what he wanted to study, and not Qing Ge asking him to investigate, so naturally there would be no debt of gratitude.

  The gazes of the two people intersected in mid-air, with the same gaze, dark blue meeting ink black, icy coldness meeting frosty coolness, and something was slowly surging in the air.

  On this peaceful and ordinary Midsummer night, who would have known that the legend of Qin Tian Continent a hundred years later has already begun to unfold.

  Her eyelashes, long like butterfly wings, blinked as her cool and refreshing voice asked: "Do you know Mu Zongyan?"

  Suddenly hearing her mention this name, Beili Cen raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked back, "You don't know?" This tone seemed to imply that not knowing about Mu Zongyan was a very strange thing.

  "If I knew, why would I ask you." She had heard people mention this person several times and she also wanted to know who it was.

  "Mu Zong Ye is Mu Zong Pei's older brother, the only non-royal king in a hundred years. He saved Ling Emperor from the battlefield five times when he was still a prince. After Ling Emperor ascended to the throne, he was granted the title of Pingnan King. Since entering the imperial court, he participated in no less than fifty battles big and small, and none of the battles under his command ended in defeat. He was known as 'War God' back then!"

  Qing Ge saw Bei Li Chen mention Mu Zong Ye, and his eyes showed a hint of admiration. What kind of arrogant person was Bei Li Chen that he would show such respect? This Mu Zong Ye must be someone worthy of admiration.

  She had saved Ling Tian five times before, no wonder she always felt that Ling Tian was different to the Mu Fu, this was the reason.

  "What happened after that?"

  Bei Lichen's dark blue eyes flashed a hint of regret, "Later, Mu Zongye saved a woman on the battlefield and fell deeply in love with her at first sight. A year after their marriage, the woman suddenly disappeared, and Mu Zongye lost all motivation, spending his days in gloom and sorrow, drowning his sorrows in wine every day, until he was pursued by enemies and fell off a cliff."

  "Heroes have always had a hard time passing by beautiful women. One smile can conquer a city." A soft and gentle voice continued the poem.

  "Alone guarding the world, if one's life is without a wonderful person by their side, wouldn't it be lonely!" Beili Chen suddenly flung out his sleeve and inserted a sentence, startling Qing Ge. This person, this person, was too arrogant, saying "alone guarding the world" came so naturally to him.

  In a small house, he seems too big to be contained. He is like an eagle soaring in the sky or a leopard running wildly, and should stand at the top of a high mountain, with his arms stretched out over the landscape.

  Bei Lichens gazed deeply at Qing Ge, his eyes like an endless starry sky, devouring everything in front of him. "However, if it were me, I would never do this. Even if it means moving mountains and filling seas, I would pursue her until she is by my side."

  "Big sister, big sister..." a soft voice came from inside the room.

  The man's dark blue eyes were like the vast starry sky, and he glanced at the wooden door inside the house. "Just now when I used my internal force to wander around your body, there was a layer of obstruction near the heart pulse, which should be the reason for your physical discomfort. I suppressed it with my internal force, and it should be fine in the short term. This medicine, I will try to find out as soon as possible."

  Having said that, his figure was like the wind and instantly disappeared outside the house.

  Looking at the empty room, Qing Ge calmed down and got out of bed. She pushed open the door to the inner room, and Ping Er was still lying in bed with her eyes closed, shouting: "Don't bully Big Sister... I'll wash it... this one I'll wash..."

  Her eyebrows furrowed, her head tossing restlessly from side to side, even in her dreams she had no sweet dreams, but only memories of how the Mu family had bullied her and her younger sister.

  Qing sang softly as he approached her bedside, gently patted her hand, and gradually Ping'er calmed down, a faint smile still on the corner of her mouth.

  It seems this little girl slept very soundly, she didn't know what Ping'er dreamed of just now.

  In the twelfth lunar month, the world was a vast expanse of white, and even the cold seemed to make people not want to move. The young mistress, who hadn't eaten for two days, was huddled in the corner wearing only a thin dress, her entire body devoid of any warmth, her lips purple from the chill. Suddenly, the second mistress walked in, wearing thickly padded brocade clothing, and tossed a large wooden tub of clothes at the young mistress, not even allowing her to wash with hot water. The young mistress stood up holding the clothes, but was so weak she almost fell over. The second mistress rushed over and slapped the young mistress, striking her down with one blow...

  The lotus root rushed up with all her might, crying and shouting "I'll wash it! I'll wash it!"

  Suddenly, the older sister stood up, her clothes changed to a black outfit, although still very thin, but with sharp eyes, looking even more majestic than heaven and earth, she rushed forward and kicked the second sister's left foot flying... right foot flying...

  Ping'er clapped her hands and laughed loudly: "Sister is really amazing!"

  ……

  She quietly walked out, closed the door behind her, washed up and lay on the bed, staring at the rough ceiling, the original desk and chair that had been repaired. She thought of everything she saw in Muzi Ru's room tonight. As children of the Mu family, the difference was really not ordinary. Who would have believed that they were born to the same father?

  A scene of dialogue flashed through his mind——

  "Dad dotes on Ziyu as if she's his own, even though she was born out of wedlock, isn't Qingge also your daughter?"

  She followed the bright light and clearly saw that Mu Zongpei's expression suddenly became very stiff, and his face also looked very strange.

  The moonlight crept in through the window and shone quietly on Qing Ge's face. The girl's features were calm, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her obsidian eyes sparkled brighter than the stars. Her exquisite face wore a contemplative expression.

  Although she had previously suspected that if Mo Zongpei was her biological daughter, how could Qin Yanlian do such a vicious thing, but she had made preparations to leave the Mo Mansion, and all of this did not take precedence in her mind.

  But judging from Mu Zongpei's expression tonight, there may be some hidden truth in this. It was just a normal question, but it was just the daughter's coquetry to her father, and Mu Zongpei's face looked a bit strange.

  This is also the reason why Qing Ge didn't directly go to arrest Mu Zi Ru, because if she went at this time, Mu Zong Pei would be suspicious afterwards and might have doubts, she couldn't alarm the enemy.

  Chang Yan lightly blinked, reached out to press the purple crystal stone in her bosom, which was said to be given by Qing Ge's mother. Inside, there were medicinal pills that seemed to be completely unknown to Mu Zong Pei.

  A woman who is willing to be a man's mistress would conceal such an important matter from him?

  If she wasn't the child of Murong Fu, why would he bring her back and say she was born out of wedlock? This action is definitely not driven by emotions. If it were due to emotions, he wouldn't have treated Mu Qing Ge with such an attitude after bringing a child back.

  If it's not for feelings, then it's for gain.

  She reached out and touched her cheek, Qing Ge's eyes flashed, and she thought to herself: Qing Ge, how many secrets does this body of yours actually hold...

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  In the spacious study, a large rosewood marble desk was placed, on which were piled thick books and two square inkstones. On one side, there was a huge Yuzi kiln flower vase, and on the west wall, a large painting of "Prosperous Times" hung in the middle.

  A man stood in front of the bookcase, with a majestic build and an imposing demeanor. His sharp eyebrows and eyes seemed to gleam like knives, and his purple-golden robe accentuated his already formidable presence. He held out the medicinal pill in his hand, "Wú Yán, what formula did you deduce from this, and which illness does it target?"

  Wearing a light green elegant long shirt, Wen Wuyan's delicate face raised an eyebrow as he took the medicinal pill from the man. "How did you become interested in studying medicine?" He sniffed it and his expression turned serious, "I actually can't tell what kind of herbs are used to make this pill at all? Where did you get this pill from?"

  He was a humble and unassuming man, but his medical skills were renowned throughout the land. Even the imperial physicians in the palace would come to consult him when they encountered difficult cases. He considered himself not the best in the world, but at least among the top two. Yet, he surprisingly couldn't identify this ordinary-looking pill just by smelling it.

  "If it's not difficult, why look for you!" The man raised an eyebrow and ordered another person: "Thoroughly investigate the Mu mansion from top to bottom, including Mu Zongyan. I want all the information about every single person, from birth to now."

  A blue-clad man with a refined and elegant appearance, yet exuding a vigorous and heroic aura, heard that he was to investigate the Mu residence. A hint of understanding flashed in his eyes as he cupped his fists in respect and said, "Yes, Master."

  "You're fine, I'll go study the pills now..." Wen Wuyan said as he ran out of the house, his eyes shining with excitement, for he was most interested in all sorts of medicine.

  "Get out." The man ordered faintly, and after the two were pushed out, he walked back to sit in front of the desk, his eyebrows shrouded in gloom, his dark eyes gleaming with a faint, mysterious light.

  The stars have shifted, everything has changed, the starlight is fading, the moon is falling, a golden glow slowly rises from the horizon, and the earth is finally covered with light. The bright sunlight painted circle after circle of golden and silver halos on the leaves, dew drops fell one by one on the small grass, sparkling and translucent, clear and beautiful to look at.

  The mansion was bathed in the bright sunlight as it welcomed the first knock on the door of the morning.

  A long and shrill voice rose with the morning sun, "The imperial edict has arrived——"

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