Abandoned daughter reborn, legitimate son is resourceful

Nan Jinming asked Yan Qiu to buy a house. After breakfast, Yan Qiu went to Yuecheng to look at houses. He first asked where he needed to buy a house. Nan Jinming said that he could just buy one near the clinic.

Maybe the yard that Nangong Jingcheng bought at that time was nearby, and Nan Jinming was born rebellious, so he wanted to buy a house next to Nangong Jingcheng so that he would see him every day.

Nan Jinming and Chu Xiaoran held a fake wedding again, so that Nangong Jingcheng would have to believe it, but suddenly bought a house in Yuecheng. How could a country woman like her afford it? The name of the house must be written in Chu Xiaoran's name. If Nangong Jingcheng makes trouble again, she will say that Chu Xiaoran is the child left behind by the Xiao family outside and came back to inherit the ancestral house.

After Yan Qiu left, only Chu Xiaoran and Nan Jinming were left. Nan Jinming washed the pots and pans before saying, "Why don't I take you for a walk by the stream? Last time I said I would take you there, but something unexpected happened so I didn't go."

Chu Xiaoran was shocked. He didn't expect that she still remembered these things, but he felt that it would be too troublesome to go there specially.

"Forget it. It's fine for me to stay here. It's just that Chen Liang is not here today. If he were here, he would take me out for a walk."

Chu Xiaoran treated Nan Jinming with a polite distance both in words and actions. She didn't know what to say or how to back off. She was not good at speaking and just hoped that Chu Xiaoran could feel her kindness.

The connection between the two cannot be severed, as if the connection between them is gradually deepening with the passage of time.

"Let's go. The weather is good today, neither too hot nor too cold. Dongshan is just over the stream, so we can see the sunrise if we go now."

"Watching the sunrise..."

Chu Xiaoran lowered his eyes and had just fed the rabbit. When he came back, Nan Jinming had already cleaned up the stove and the table.

"Yes, hurry up, if you go too late, the sun will probably be out by then."

Nan Jinming reached out and grabbed Chu Xiaoran's wrist, then walked outside. Perhaps if they got a little closer they would be able to sense each other's feelings.

But if two people who are not good at speaking want to be together, they are destined to go through many hardships.

Chu Xiaoran followed Nan Jinming closely without saying a word. Nan Jinming walked with the wind in her step, her hair tied up high with a hairband behind her head. Some of her hair swayed past Chu Xiaoran's nose, smelling a faint fragrance.

Nan Jinming found that she was walking too fast, and Chu Xiaoran had to divide her step into two to barely keep up with her, so she deliberately slowed down her pace and waited for Chu Xiaoran to catch up. The two walked side by side. It had been a long time since she had this feeling. Most of the time, there would be no one around Nan Jinming.

"Beitang..."

"It's been a long time since anyone called me by that name."

Nan Jinming caught a glimpse of a momentary froze expression on Chu Xiaoran's face. Chu Xiaoran thought, no matter what her true identity was, since he had already determined her, he would follow her all his life.

"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 whispered to Nan Jinming what he heard in his dream. Nan Jinming paused and stopped, a little stunned. His handsome eyebrows almost wrinkled together, his eyes were deep, and his dark pupils were unfathomable.

She stopped and stood facing Chu Xiaoran, then let go of Chu Xiaoran's hand. No one knew these things except herself. At that time, her soul was floating in the air, and she suddenly heard a storyteller talking about the Ye Kingdom in the distance. For some reason, she never reincarnated. It was because her resentment was too deep and she had never gotten over it.

In the years that followed, after the baptism of war, the world gradually became one, and Nan Jinming's soul was left in the capital, unable to go anywhere. She would wander around every night, and hide quietly under the wooden boards of the execution ground during the day. There were many wronged souls and evil ghosts there, but Nan Jinming's hands were stained with more blood, and even the most vicious ghosts would not dare to provoke her.

She only remembered that she seemed to have seen a man during the execution. The man had an ugly scar on his face, which was scratched by a sharp tile. It spread across the entire left half of his face, from the end of his eyebrow to his left jaw. It was as ugly as a centipede, but he did not cover it at all. He just stood below and looked at herself on the stage, with astonishment, annoyance, regret and nostalgia in his eyes.

Murong Beitang couldn't remember when he had met this person, and he hadn't seen him since his death, but from the way he looked at him, it seemed as if he had known him for a long time.

The journey is slow, and a lifetime is only enough to love one person.

Later, Murong Beitang's soul hid in the dark during the day, listening to the storyteller telling stories about the past. She just sighed. She did not have any resentment. Everything was fate, so she just accepted it.

But she was allowed to do it again...

"Where did you hear these words?"

"Are you really going to die at thirty?"

Chu Xiaoran looked at Nan Jinming's eyes with burning eyes, trying to find something in her eyes that had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

"Maybe."

Nan Jinming reached out and stroked Chu Xiaoran's hair. He was very handsome, but when he looked at him carefully, why did he feel familiar? He had never felt that way before, but now that he looked at him carefully and examined his features, he seemed like the man standing at the execution ground.

"No, you won't die."

Chu Xiaoran said this with great determination. He didn't want Nan Jinming to return to the battlefield. He just wanted her to live a peaceful and happy life.

"Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God. We cannot force them."

Nan Jinming suddenly reached out and grabbed Chu Xiaoran's chin, and used force to straighten him up and make him look into his eyes. Chu Xiaoran had tears in his eyes, and his hands fell at his sides, clenched tightly.

"I don't believe in fate."

Chu Xiaoran was a stubborn person, he originally thought that this was how his life would be, he would grow old or be murdered by someone, but then he met Nan Jinming, the person he wanted to spend his life with.

Both of them seem to be abandoned by fate. If two cold people hug each other, they will warm up and not be so cold anymore.

"I don't believe it either, so am I not living in seclusion in the countryside now? Chu Xiaoran, let me ask you, are you willing to walk the future path with me? No matter how tortuous it is."

Nan Jinming knew what he meant, but if she didn't take the initiative to bring it up, there would be no result.

Chu Xiaoran was stunned and dug his fingers into his flesh, trying to sober himself up, but Nan Jinming's words just now kept repeating in his ears over and over again.