Chapter 1279: Attacking the Tasteless Copycat Boss

Feng Guang raised his hand to his forehead and said, "I have never thought about killing people. You don't have to compare with him in this aspect."

"No need to compete." Mo Qing's eyes slightly curved, "He is no match for me."

"Having confidence... is a good thing." She didn't expect that Mo Qing, who seemed to be reticent, would seem to be a completely different person when he encountered something related to Duanmu Xuan.

Mo Qing smiled and said, "Now that the results of their discussion have come out, do you want to listen?"

"Yes!" She looked at him expectantly.

"Kiss me and I'll tell you."

Feng Guang was startled and glared at him, "You really know how to choose the time to negotiate terms."

Having said that, she still stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his lips. The gentle kiss ended and she was about to leave, but he hugged her body and deepened the kiss further.

After a long time, Mo Qing stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked her lips. Her blushing cheeks were reflected in his eyes. He was in a good mood, "Duanmu Xuan said that he would take Qiao Ling back to the palace for custody until the Yamen makes the next step. When the situation progresses, we will discuss whether Qiao Ling is guilty or not."

"Take him back to the palace... and take him into custody?" Doesn't that mean he is taken back to the palace and taken care of?

Mo Qing said: "The people in the Yamen are worried about the identity of the Fourth Prince Duanmu Xuan, so they can only let Qiao Ling leave temporarily."

Well, this result was not unexpected by Feng Guang. Since Duanmu Xuan was here, she could be sure that Qiao Ling would be fine. Now that the fun was over, she had no interest in staying here and holding him. holding her arm, she said sweetly: "Then let's leave."

Mo Qing nodded. Because the people from the yamen had left, they didn't need to be as cautious as when they came. And because someone died suddenly in Wenrou Township, all the girls and servants were in the hall listening to Qiuniang's teachings. Woolen cloth.

Feng Guang and Mo Qing were holding hands and walking slowly along the deserted corridor. Suddenly, a man rushed out. Feng Guang was startled and shrank towards Mo Qing.

Mo Qing touched the top of her head to comfort her, "It's a payment."

Sure enough, it was Fu Xiang who suddenly landed with Qing Gong. He walked over and saw the man and woman in front of him so intimate. He wiped his eyes in disbelief.

Mo Qing had already asked: "Is something wrong?"

"I, I, I..." Fu Xiang stuttered, "Brother Mo, I didn't bring this girl out on purpose."

"Yeah." Mo Qing's attitude was very cold.

Fu Xiang was not sure whether he blamed himself, so he said carefully: "I came to see Qiao Ling, but I didn't expect..."

Fu Xiang and Mo Qing were talking, and Feng Guang didn't bother to interrupt. Suddenly, a cat huddled by the wall attracted her attention. She let go of Mo Qing's hand, but Mo Qing saw that she was just squatting aside. After playing with the cat, I felt relieved and didn't pay much attention to it.

The corner of the wall was full of weeds. Fengguang casually pulled a piece of dogtail grass to tease the cat. After a while, the cat meowed. Maybe it was bored. It stood up from the ground and walked around the corner. Gone far.

Mo Qing, who never relaxed and stared at her, reminded, "Scenery, don't go too far."

"Oh..." She agreed and walked to the corner of the corridor. She leaned on the wall and bent down to look out. As soon as she looked at it, she suddenly let out a cry.

Soon, she was hugged from behind. Mo Qing covered her eyes and whispered in her ear: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Fu Xiang, who followed, also saw the scene in front of him. As the second leader of Heifeng Village, he was used to seeing strong winds and waves, so he couldn't help but be surprised, "What is this...?"

The dim and depressing scene in front of me is different from the bright and gentle countryside separated by a wall. This is a desolate and desolate cemetery. The cemetery is not scary. What is scary is that there are hundreds of insignificant people here. What's even weirder is that on each tombstone, there is a shabby rag doll hanging. Some of the silk threads have fallen off, and the rag doll has fallen on the dirty ground.

The cold wind blew by, and on the cemetery where even no weeds grew, another rag doll broke its string and fell on the soil.