Abandoned daughter reborn, legitimate son is resourceful

Nan Jinming wanted to say something else when he heard the sound of the door opening. The two of them instantly fell into silence, which made people feel a little weird.

Nan Chenliang was holding a pile of blood-stained cloth strips in his hands. Nan Jinming looked at the blackened blood-stained cloth strips and frowned.

Xiao Ran was so weak, and now he squeezed out so much poisonous blood...

"How is Xiao Ran?"

"never mind."

Nan Chenliang felt a little guilty. After all, it was because of him that Xiao Ran was bitten by the poisonous snake.

Moreover, with today's medical technology, it still takes a lot of effort to treat snake bites. Fortunately, Doctor Gu is in the village, otherwise Xiao Ran's condition would really become very bad...

"That's good."

Nan Jinming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but when he turned around, he saw Yan Qiu looking at him with interest.

"What to do?"

Yan Qiu covered her mouth with her hands and smiled, then walked up and patted Nan Jinming on the shoulder.

"I was wondering why you looked down upon those noblemen, but it turns out you have mistresses in your golden house."

Yan Qiu's joking words fell into Nan Chenliang's ears. He glared at Yan Qiu fiercely, pursed his lips, and stepped on Yan Qiu's left foot.

"You're the only one who would say such things? My cousin is not the kind of person you say. Xiao Ran had a miserable life, and my cousin took him in out of sympathy for him. Don't say such nonsense."

Yan Qiu was half a head taller than Nan Chenliang, with a slender figure and dressed in fancy clothes. She did look a little out of place here, but she was a newcomer to the love world and was very adept at it, and had already seen through Nan Chenliang's thoughts.

"Yes, yes, you understand your cousin best."

Yan Qiu patted Nan Chenliang on the shoulder. Although Yan Qiu would come to see Nan Jinming whenever she had time and was familiar with Nan Chenliang, whenever she met Nan Jinming, she would always say something to him, just like a pair of bickering lovers.

Nan Chenliang rolled his eyes at Yan Qiu, not wanting to listen to her nonsense. Now he only hoped that Xiao Ran could get better soon, so that he would feel better.

"Chenliang, is there anything else I can help you with?"

Nan Chenliang shook his head: "Doctor Gu has already forced the poisonous blood out, applied medicine, and now he has taken the silver needles. He will be fine after resting well."

"That's good."

in the room

Chu Xiaoran was in a daze, feeling that he was in a chaotic space and time. He couldn't see clearly what the white fog in front of him was, and could only hear some noisy sounds.

"In the 37th year of Emperor Jingdi of the Ming Dynasty, the Ye Kingdom was destroyed and replaced by the Liang Kingdom. The regent of the Ye Kingdom, Murong Beitang, was imprisoned in the 12th year of Emperor Wendi of the Liang Dynasty. He was executed by car in the former capital of the Ye Kingdom, Kyoto. He was only 30 years old at the time."

Chu Xiaoran walked very slowly, and finally stopped when he heard a familiar voice. Hearing the familiar name, he felt a little excited, but then he heard that she died young, and his heart was instantly as if a bucket of ice water was poured down on it, with a mixture of pain and numbness.

In the past, he could always hear the storyteller talking about worldly affairs in the teahouse in the busy city next to the wall in the dilapidated courtyard. He was young at that time, and he loved to listen to the storyteller talking about the adult Miss Murong, Murong Beitang, who had come to the capital.

At the age of three, she could compose hundreds of poems and speak eloquently, but I love her free and unruly character.

Later, when people heard that she and her childhood sweetheart, the young master of the Nangong family, were a match made in heaven, people in Kyoto hoped that the two of them would become a happy couple.

Unfortunately for the better, when Murong Beitang was fifteen years old, he led his troops to the frontier to guard the country and there was no news of him since then.

Some say he is dead, some say he is still alive. He hopes Murong Beitang is still alive. How could such an outstanding person die like this?

"This year is the 32nd year of Emperor Jing of Ming. How did it come to the 37th year?"

Chu Xiaoran was puzzled, frowning, and clenching his bony fingers into fists. He looked at the white fog around him, but saw the fog in front of him gradually dissipate, and the scene that appeared in front of him was something he had never seen before.

I saw a woman riding a tall horse, wearing military uniform, holding a long sword in her hand, standing on the battlefield, with scorching eyes and a face as sharp as a knife.

"Soldiers, protect our country and guard our borders!"

The woman raised her hand and held up her sword, looking at the dark crowd opposite her. She was firm and resolute, and did not back down in the slightest.

"Protect my country and protect my borders!"

"Protect my country and protect my borders!"

"Protect my country and protect my borders!"

Chu Xiaoran looked at the heroic figure on the battlefield and listened to the voices of the soldiers. His heart was also filled with excitement. However, as a man, how could he go to the battlefield? How could he fight to protect his country?

Generals die in a hundred battles, and strong men return in ten years.

He also has a passion.

Just as the soldiers of the two sides were fighting, white fog gradually enveloped them, blurring Chu Xiaoran's vision, but in the next second he heard a shrill scream.

"Reporting to the general, the city... has been breached!"

"Defend Kyoto to the death and never let the enemy harm our emperor!"

"I obey your orders!"

Chu Xiaoran turned around and looked in the direction of the voice, only to see that the city had been breached, countless people were displaced, blood flowed like a river, and corpses piled up like mountains.

The general in military uniform who had been so high-spirited just now was now wearing tattered armor and kneeling on the execution platform. The executioner held a big knife high in his hand.

"No!"

Chu Xiaoran hurriedly ran forward and shouted, but the woman seemed to have heard his voice. She raised her head and looked at him. Her expression was indifferent, but she was deeply saddened.

The next second, the blood from the head dyed the tattered military flag of Ye State red.

Chu Xiaoran stood there, and he hadn't known when he had burst into tears.

Although he had never seen this face before, he knew that this was the famous Murong Beitang.