You scumbag husband left me to a beggar? I am reborn to kill madness

Jing Feiyuan hugged Yu'er and walked to the foot of the vines not far from the cliff.

She pointed to the vines and said, "Go up here."

Yan Lilan followed her and discovered a thick vine growing on the cliff.

He turned to look at Jing Feiyuan and said distressedly, "So my sister came down from here. She doesn't know martial arts. It's hard every time she comes down and up, right?"

Naturally, Jing Feiyuan would not admit that she came down here every day.

The people in Baiyun Temple didn't even see her coming every day, so this lie would be self-evident.

She pretended to be mysterious, "No, I didn't come down from here. I have a shortcut, but that's my secret and I can't tell you."

Yan Lilan didn't ask where the shortcut was. He looked at Jing Feiyuan and smiled softly, "That's good. If sister climbs down the cliff so dangerously every day to see Yu'er and me, then I will feel guilty to death." ”

He looked up at the vines and said, "Sister, let me take you and Yu'er up."

Jing Feiyuan asked him, "Can you take two people with you at once?"

He nodded, very confident, "I can do it, just...just..."

He looked at Jing Feiyuan with red cheeks, and shyly whispered, "That's right, I have to hold my sister's waist, and my sister holds Yu'er, so that we can get up easily."

Jing Feiyuan said, "It doesn't matter, let's go up."

She hugged Yu'er tightly in her arms and calmly motioned for Yan Lilan to take action.

Yan Lilan had long wanted to stick to her, but now that he could actually hold her waist, Yan Lilan felt embarrassed.

He lowered his head and took a deep breath. His cheeks were as red as a monkey's butt, then he shook his hands and placed them on Jing Feiyuan's waist bit by bit.

As soon as he touched the warm waist, he felt like he was burning again and he suddenly retracted his hand.

Jing Feiyuan couldn't help but laugh when he saw her like this, "Alan, what are you shy about? You are as old as my brother, what else are you and sister embarrassed about?"

After getting along with each other for the past few days, Yan Lilan has relied on her soft coquettishness to change her name from "Mr. Yan" to "Alan", and she is used to it.

Yan Lilan looked at Jing Feiyuan with red cheeks, her eyelashes trembling rapidly.

younger brother?

Humph.

He is not a younger brother.

He is determined to be his sister's younger husband.

He took another deep breath, and then put his hand on Jing Feiyuan's waist again.

This time, he didn't pull his hand back.

His arms were like iron hoops and he held Jing Feiyuan close to his chest. Then he grabbed the vines with his other hand. He pointed his toes and jumped into the air with Jing Feiyuan and Yu'er in his arms!

He held Jing Feiyuan and his son firmly, and grabbed the vine with his other hand and quickly moved up the cliff. His hands and feet cooperated, and he quickly climbed up the vine.

"Wow!"

The sudden feeling of flying made Yu'er, a silly little boy, couldn't help but scream.

He hugged his mother's neck tightly, looking around with his big round eyes, watching the cliff retreat rapidly, feeling the night breeze blowing on his face, and the little guy howled with joy.

Jing Feiyuan hugged the whimpering little guy tightly, smiling and hugging him tighter, for fear that the little guy would flop down.

Then, she couldn't help but lower her head and look at the sky above her feet through the moonlight.

Is this what it feels like to fly?

She also wants to possess martial arts and light skills. She also wants to be like Prince An and Yan Lilan. The world is so big that they can't be trapped anywhere.

Yan Lilan lowered his head.

Seeing the beautiful sister and Yu'er looking so happy in his arms, he couldn't help but curl up his lips.

Men, after all, you still have to be capable!

If he didn't know martial arts, he wouldn't be able to fly with his sister and son now. He would have to be a more capable person in the future so that his sister and son could rely on him for the rest of their lives!

Yan Lilan's mood was filled with great pride. He grabbed the vine and moved up quickly, finally reaching the end of the vine.

As soon as he stopped, he saw the rope hanging next to him.

He let go of the vine in an instant, and grabbed the rope in the blink of an eye. Before his body could fall, he kicked off the cliff and lifted up his energy to fly again!

After a few leaps, he flew to the cliff.

He landed firmly, held Jing Feiyuan in his arms and stepped back a few steps to a safe place away from the cliff, before reluctantly letting go of Jing Feiyuan.

"Sister, we are coming up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he covered his heart and arched his waist in discomfort.

His internal injuries haven't healed yet, and the internal force he just used caused injuries to his internal organs, which caused terrible pain.

Jing Feiyuan immediately stepped forward to support him, "Are you okay?"

He bowed his waist and relaxed, waiting for the discomfort in his heart to subside a little, then raised his head and looked at Jing Feiyuan, "I'm fine, sister, don't worry."

Jing Feiyuan still felt uneasy when she saw him like this.

She put Yu'er down, holding Yu'er with one hand and supporting Yan Lilan with the other, "Let's go down the mountain and rest in Baiyun Temple."

Yan Lilan originally wanted to say that he could leave, but when his sister held his arm, he suddenly didn't want to show off.

What's the point of showing off your strength? If you do, you won't have a sister to rely on.

He wanted to stick with his sister.

His eyes flashed, and then he pretended to be weak and let his sister support him, walking down the mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Jing Feiyuan supported him and looked down at Yu'er next to him.

At this time, she couldn't help but want to praise her son. The road down the mountain was so difficult, but the little guy didn't cry. He held her finger tightly and walked steadily step by step.

Although his feet would slip occasionally and he would stumble occasionally, the little guy didn't groan and walked obediently without clamoring for his mother to hold him.

The three of them slowly descended the mountain under the moonlight.

Approaching the foot of the mountain and seeing the light of the torches, Jing Feiyuan felt vaguely that something was wrong.

Aren't they four guards?

Why do there seem to be seven or eight torches?

Just when she was about to make a careful identification, Yan Lilan beside her suddenly swayed softly and leaned into her arms, "Sister, my wound suddenly hurts so much, I can't breathe..."

"Alan."

Jing Feiyuan immediately looked away and stretched out his hand to help Yan Lilan nervously.

Taking advantage of her young age and short stature, Yan Lilan perfectly embedded herself in her arms, and then raised her head, tears welling up in her always bright eyes, "Sister, I feel uncomfortable, I hurt..."

Jing Feiyuan was extremely anxious.

Just as she was about to squat down and lift Yan Lilan up on her back, she heard a familiar voice, penetrating the night wind and whispering into her ears.

"Miss Jing, who is he?"

"..."

Jing Feiyuan was stunned when he heard this familiar voice.

She suddenly looked up and saw a tall and straight man swinging his cloak, holding a torch and holding the corners of his robe as he walked up the mountain road step by step. His powerful momentum and elegant behavior made the rugged and muddy mountain road look gorgeous. .

She looked at the black mask illuminated by the firelight, and at the half of the handsome face that the mask could not cover.

The light of the fire swayed with the night wind, causing her face to light up and darken. This change of light and shadow suddenly gave her an unreal feeling, like being in a dream.

Prince An?

Ji Wushang?

It shouldn't be. The emperor just passed away today. Shouldn't he be in the palace now?

He should be busy with national affairs, why is he here?