Reborn group favorite: The prince and I are enemies

The man raised his hand and pointed, and the city wall made of stones under his feet suddenly turned into withered bones.

Surrounded by black shadows, they all wore iron armor and stood on the city wall made of withered bones, facing the yellow sand and backing to the mountains and rivers. Even if they died, their heroic souls still guarded the land of their motherland.

"Yu'er, these are warriors who guard the territory with their father and mother. Like their father and mother, they will be buried under the yellow sand forever. Even after death, they cannot return to their beloved hometown, nor can they see the parents who gave birth to them. , as well as their wives and children who are looking forward to their return. So many people died and so much blood was shed, so that the mountains and rivers would be forever consolidated and the world would be peaceful."

"Father, what do you want to say?"

The man looked at her, a little stunned, and a little sighing: "Yu'er, the city wall under your feet is made of countless iron bones. The rivers and mountains behind you are made of thousands of soldiers who sacrificed their family and love and defended it with their lives. It is also the land that my father and mother love deeply. My father doesn’t want to see it spread all over the land and is devastated. My father hopes that you can save it.”

Yu Qinghuan shook his head and backed away slowly: "Father, are you referring to the upcoming flood in Yangzhou? But I am not a god, how can I stop this catastrophe?"

If there is a God in heaven, where has God gone?

Why do we need a heroic soul and a weak woman like her to worry about the country and the people? If the god is just aloof and unable to protect the people, then what's the use of having this god? !

Why should she sacrifice the opportunity to save her beloved to save those who have nothing to do with her?

Thinking of this, Yu Qinghuan's eyes turned gray.

Seeing her hesitation and reluctance, the man's bleeding eyes were full of heartache and a little bit of disappointment that was not easy to detect.

"Yu'er, I don't blame you as a father, go back!"

As soon as the scene turned, the yellow sand in the sky turned into thousands of troops and horses. They were cavalry dressed in alien attire. They held scimitars and had ferocious faces.

And just under this city wall, young Yu Qian was triumphant, with an undisguised ferocious and twisted look on his face.

The man she had just spoken to, her heroic father, was being trampled by his own people on horseback, with blood splattering and being tattered into mud.

"No - don't!" Yu Qinghuan's heart throbbed, and she ignored it and jumped off the city wall.

Before she even landed on the ground, she sat upright, sweat dripping from her forehead, and her clothes were soaked through.

it's a dream...

But why is that true?

She could really feel the bloody sweetness.

It was so real that the emotion of grief and anger made her really scream out.

"Father...Daddy..."

Yu Qinghuan broke down and cried, tears falling in big drops, seeping out from between her fingers, and dripping onto her legs. The cold touch was like ice picks, pricking her legs with deep pain.

"Yan Yan, what's wrong?" Changsun Tao had already woken up. Seeing Yu Qinghuan crying into tears, he was at a loss. He raised his hand to comfort Yu Qinghuan in the air, but he did not dare to touch her rashly.

Changsun Tao was afraid that she would cry, and that she would cry even more sadly.

"Yan Yan, don't cry anymore, don't cry anymore." Changsun Tao's heart felt as if it had been crushed by a huge force. He couldn't care anymore and hugged Yu Qinghuan tightly.

Yu Qinghuan knew that she shouldn't be like this, but she just couldn't control herself. Although she woke up, her soul seemed to be trapped in a dream and could not be freed, just like the undead in the dream, forever repeating the scene before her death. again and again.

She felt the joy, excitement and excitement of being reunited with her father.

She felt sad, sad and guilty when her father looked at her with disappointed eyes.

When the scene before her father's death appeared before her eyes, blood and flesh were everywhere, shocking, and she could truly feel the grief, anger and despair.

"Father...Daddy..." Yu Qinghuan huddled in Changsun Tao's arms, feeling heartbroken. Her voice was hoarse, as if she had lost her breath, and it took a long time before she let out a whimpering sound.

"Yan Yan, don't cry, Cao Cao feels so sad, Cao Cao feels so sad..."

Changsun Tao coaxed her awkwardly, still in a hurry and at a loss. If Yu Qinghuan didn't stop, he would cry too.

Yu Qinghuan cried until dawn, and Chang Sun Tao coaxed her until dawn. Then she fell into a deep sleep, but when asked why, she refused to say a word.

Changsun Tao was worried that she would be sad again, so he got up quietly and went next door to ask Yang Qian how to coax his wife.

"Yang Qian, Yan Yan is crying, how should I comfort her?"

Yang Qian and San Meng were playing chess. The corners of his eyes twitched. Before he could say anything, San Meng spoke.

"Miss Chu, are you crying? It is said that women have the most poisonous hearts in the world, and women are the most heartless people. Yesterday, Miss Chu ordered you to kick a mere girl into the river. You showed no mercy at all, not to mention whether those tears were fake. Yes, even if it's true, it's her own fault. She should repent and repent to the mere disciples of saints... There is a saying that 'only women and villains are difficult to care for'. Women are all creatures with long hair and short knowledge. If they don't get along, they will She cries, makes trouble, and hangs herself. Why do you care about her? Let her cry, let her..."

"Bang!" Chang Sun Tao pulled the door hard, stood at the door and cursed, "Why didn't I drown you yesterday, you bastard!"

It won't work for Yang Qian. As long as Sanmeng's stumbling block is there, Yang Qian will be a useless scumbag.

Changsun Tao went downstairs angrily. When he saw the woman, he went over to her and asked every person he met: "Auntie, do you know how to coax your wife and make her happy?"

"I don't know! Don't call me aunt!"

"Auntie, my wife is crying, do you know what to do?"

"I don't know! Don't call me aunt!"

"Sister, my wife is crying, do you know how to comfort her?"

"Can you speak? If you can't speak, get out!"

Changsun Tao was very depressed, his head drooped, and he lay weakly on the table.

The shopkeeper thought he was pitiful, so he took a plate of peanuts and sat next to him: "My dear husband, why do you look so troubled? Have you made your wife unhappy?"

Changsun Tao said gloomily: "It's not me, I didn't make her unhappy, it's someone else, but I don't want to see her unhappy. I thought that the aunts and sisters are all women and know how to coax their wives, so I asked them , but they all hate me and don’t want to talk to me.”

The shopkeeper ate a peanut and said: "My dear husband, it's not that they don't know, it's that your mouth is not sweet enough. The people you asked just now are not very old, but you talk about aunties and sisters. Who wants to talk to you?" Are you talking? Let me tell you, women are the most vain. Just say a few words to her and you can make her happy."

Changsun Tao's eyes lit up: "Is just a few words of praise enough? Don't you need to do anything else?"

The shopkeeper's eyes flashed, an unknown light flashed across his eyes, and he quietly whispered a few words into Chang Sun Tao's ear.

Changsun Tao immediately jumped away: "How can this be done?!"

The shopkeeper raised his mustache and raised his eyebrows: "Just listen to me!"

The eldest son shook his head like a rattle: "It's so shameless, it's so shameless!" But his feet were involuntarily ready to move out, as if he wanted to verify the truth of the shopkeeper's words.

Um!Just do it!

Hey!