Traveling through the system: not being a female supporting role

Chapter 263 I Will Never See You Again in This Life ([-])
Lan Ziwen wanted to say that he knew her, but before he could speak, Wan Qiming suddenly pushed him away, "No, you don't know her, you are lying to me!"

Wan Qiming turned around and rummaged through the ruins again.

"Yan'er, Yan'er, don't be afraid, your husband is here, and he will find you right away."

After searching for a while, Wan Chengming suddenly raised his head, "Come out and look for them all! If you can't find the princess, I will kill you all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the secret guards appeared in the dark, rummaging through the huge pile of ruins for Fei Lanyan.

Lan Ziwen saw that he couldn't persuade Wan Qiming, so he squatted down and moved away a piece of wood that was burnt black, "I'll help you find it."

Since you can't persuade him, then go crazy with him.

Wan Tengming searched for four or five hours among the ruins, but found nothing.

There is no Feilan smoke, and there are no paintings.

When he was about to collapse, he finally found the painting pole on the painting.

The whole painting has been burnt with only one pitch-black painting rod, not even a single fragment left.

"No," Wan Tengming picked up the painting pole with trembling hands, shaking his head unwilling to believe it, "Where are the paintings? What about my king's paintings?"

No, it can't be like this, it shouldn't be like this.

Suddenly, Wan Chengming seemed to have thought of something, his eyes lit up, and his face that had been ashamed had regained its brilliance.

In that room, the room where he picked up this painting, there must be other paintings by Yan'er!
Without saying a word, Wan Tengming suddenly got up and walked in a certain direction.

His mind was full of Fei Lanyan's voice and smile, thinking that she might be buried in the sea of ​​fire, Wan Chengming's mind was buzzing, and he completely lost the ability to think.

He had only one thought, to find the painting, to find her.

When Wan Chengming stopped his messy footsteps, he didn't know where he had gone, and the sound of jingling bells rang in his ears.

In front of his eyes, there are large red roses planted around a terrace.

On the terrace, there are red silk threads. These threads are tied from the thin stakes on the left side of the terrace to the thin stakes on the right side. There are three bells on each silk thread.

When the breeze blows, these bells jingle.

Wan Tengming stared blankly at the terrace among the rose bushes, there seemed to be a person there, smiling and asking him, "Ming Ming, is it me or the flowers?"

Wan Tengming muttered in a trance: "People are more beautiful than flowers."

Hearing his words, the man smiled even brighter.

Suddenly he came back to his senses, but couldn't remember what he had just said, so he asked Lan Ziwen who was coming from behind: "What did I just say?"

He had a feeling that he seemed to say something familiar, as if he had said it before.

Lan Ziwen was stunned when Wan Chengming murmured.

He said: People are more delicate than flowers.

Lan Ziwen was deeply impressed by this sentence.

It should be said that he was deeply impressed by the memory related to this sentence.

That day when he came to the palace, he happened to meet Fei Lanyan dancing for Wan Qiming, and he was dancing on these silk threads on the terrace.

Princess Wanqi Ming is indeed a unique beauty in this world.

With a dance, people can fall into the city, and with a smile, people can fall into the country.

Wan Chengming was deeply involved, and Lan Ziwen also watched the whole process in amazement and appreciation.

After Feilanyan stopped, she asked Wan Chengming with a charming smile whether she was beautiful or Huamei.

At that time Wan Tengming said: "People are more delicate than flowers."

Lan Ziwen was deeply impressed by this sentence because after Wan Chengming finished saying this sentence, he turned his head and looked at him strangely: "I've finished reading? This is my king's concubine."

Wan Tengming was so jealous that he used the excuse of sparring with him to beat him into a mess.

That was the only time he saw Fei Lanyan dance, and the only time he was beaten into a pig head by Wan Qi Ming.

Since then, he has been deeply impressed by what Wan Chengming said and did at that time.

Lan Ziwen still remembers the thoughts in his heart at that time: a man who is jealous is really scary, and when his junior sister was still around, he was just as scary as Wan Chengming.

That's it.

After taking a deep breath, Lan Ziwen replied to Wan Chengming: "You told your princess that people are more beautiful than flowers."

This is the first time that Lan Ziwen talked about Fei Lanyan in front of Wan Chengming.

In a word, it seems to open the door of memory.

"Ming Ming, am I beautiful?"

"Ming Ming is the most handsome man in the world."

"Ming Ming, I want a hug."

"Ming Ming, I'm in so much pain..."

Messy and difficult to connect into a complete memory fragments keep appearing in my mind.

Wan Tengming bowed his body, clutching the clothes around his heart tightly with one hand, resting his head on the palm of the other hand, and screamed in pain:
"No, no, uh."

Thinking of his princess at this time, Wan Qiming didn't know why his heart ached violently and his head hurt.

"Mingming, can you teach me Qinggong?"

"Ming Ming, I want you to feed me."

"Ming Ming, can I dance for you?"

"Ming Ming, I want you to carry me behind your back."

"Ming Ming, will you always pamper me?"

The fragments of memory gradually connected into pieces, but when they were about to be complete, they broke into fragments again.

"Yes, yes, I will!"

Wan Tengming held onto the edge of the balcony in pain, like a lone wolf who had lost his only mate, growling over and over again, pained and helpless.

Finally, those memory fragments became a whole, but it made Wan Chengming even more painful.

He saw that the person on the balcony was Yan'er, that was his Yan'er.

Her coldness, her smile, her coquettishness, her sweet and coquettish appearance, all flashed in his mind over and over again.

Wan Chengming's hair was disheveled, and he broke down and ran away as if he couldn't bear it, and stopped beside a willow tree.

He was holding on to the trunk of a willow tree and breathing heavily. The touch under his hands was slightly different. Wan Qi Ming looked up in confusion and saw the words "Feilan Yan, Wan Qi Ming" carved on the trunk.

In the middle of the names of the two, there is another heart-shaped pattern.

In an instant, memories came flooding back again.

He pointed to the place where the names of the two were engraved and asked her in his arms, "Tell me, Yan'er, what does this mean?"

"Fei Lanyan loves Wan Chengming."

He pretended not to know, and asked her again: "My husband still doesn't understand, can Yan'er say it again?"

She was at a loss and stupidly said again what made him happy, "Fei Lanyan loves Wanqi Ming, that's why I love you."

Feilanyan loves Wan Tengming, I love you.

Finally, all the memories were clear, and Wan Qiming spat out a large mouthful of blood. The blood stained the two people's carvings, which stung his eyes.

Wan Tengming knelt down in front of the willow tree in powerlessness and despair, and his knee hit the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

He hugged his head and cried, roaring, with tears streaming down his face, "I love you too, I love you too."

"I'm sorry," recalling his ruthless indifference when he stabbed Fei Lanyan's heart with a dagger, Wan Chengming wished he could kill himself at that time immediately!

(End of this chapter)