Qianqianjie, kidnap a reborn prince back to the modern era

The sky was high and blue, without a trace of wind, but the chill penetrated into Cangyu's heart.

The big trees on the roadside have branches stretching out vigorously, as if they remain unmoved no matter which direction the wind blows.

Cangyu's mood was a little complicated at this time.

The hatred between two lifetimes, he was incompetent and powerless in the previous life, and died of depression.

Although I didn't kill my enemy today, watching him die finally eased some of the sadness in my heart.

He was somewhat surprised that Emperor Dongcang took the initiative to pass the throne to him before his death.

Although he had no choice.

But, these are nothing.

He just wanted to see Qian You now.

He was eager to see Qian You.

He rode all the way to Baili Mansion, jumped off the horse, threw the reins to Xiuzhu, and galloped to the backyard.

The courtyard is as quiet as ever.

He ignored etiquette and pushed the door open to enter Qian You's room.

The pretty figure that caught my eye was looking for a book next to the bookshelf.

His eyes were filled with this enlarged figure, and he finally couldn't suppress his extreme desire and embraced her in his arms.

Qian You was holding the book in his hand and was hugged tightly.

She raised her little head, and her sight showed dark stubble, a well-defined jawline, and a Adam's apple that rolled up and down.

"You hugged me so tightly that I couldn't breathe."

She whispered in his ear.

"sorry Sorry."

He quickly relaxed his arms.

"What's the matter? What happened? Is it not going well?"

Qian You tilted his head and asked.

"No, not really. Everything went well. Emperor Dong Cang died."

"I heard the death knell from the palace. What's wrong with you? Sad?"

"No, no. In the end, he didn't die in my hands. He didn't taste the poisoned wine he poured into my mother. Do you think I'm useless?"

Cangyu looked into Qianyou's eyes with a strong sense of nervousness and panic.

"Oh! It doesn't matter, it's just a formality, don't be obsessed with it. What is the purpose of your rebirth? What is your original intention? Is it to give him a cup of poisoned wine?"

"No, not really."

"what is that?"

"First of all, it's you, so that I can find you earlier. Secondly, before I died in my previous life, I saw that Dongcang was devastated and the people suffered from the war. I was unwilling to accept it."

"Yes! You have already done all these. We have already reunited in this life, and have worked together to clear the names of Dong Bohou and his son, letting the world know the dirty thoughts of Emperor Dong Cang, and he has also received the punishment he deserves. Although he did not die at the hands of you and me, he died at the hands of everything he cared about most, which is even more of a whipping to him."

"Thank you, thank you for your comfort."

Cangyu hugged the little girl in his arms again and rubbed her head with his chin.

Life!

In two lifetimes, he was chasing her like he was chasing a ray of light.

The warmth of that light sprinkled gently on his dry heart at any time and anywhere, healing his mottled soul.

Every time, her few words could reach deep into his heart and guide him when he was confused.

He once didn't quite understand something she said when they were drunk.

She said that her life motto is to make a living with fireworks in hand, to walk and forget and follow the wind, to walk and watch and be calm.

At that time, he didn't know what these words meant. He just felt that she was like the wind, which would slip away if he couldn't feel it in his hands. This feeling made him very nervous.

However, today, after experiencing great changes, he truly felt her strong and calm mentality.

She holds fireworks in her hands and faces life with a smile.

He followed her along the way, moving forward bravely.

The worries and troubles of the past are blown away by the wind.

His heart, like hers, gradually became broad and free.

"There are two strokes in life, one for the first half and one for the second half. The first half is about persistence, the second half is about letting go. Cangyu, your first stroke is complete, the second stroke is more important. The great responsibility of Dongcang is on your shoulders. You need a tolerant and forgiving attitude to turn the wind and rain whips and the years of hardship into nutrients to feed back to the earth. Only then can you become more mature and open-minded, and better able to shoulder heavier burdens."

The woman's calm voice was like a trickle of water that seeped into his heart, soothing him and gradually calming him down.

The opening and closing of her lips magnified in his eyes.

His mind was blank, and his body was honestly attracted to those lips, as if there was a strong magnetic force.

The soft touch made him close his eyes tightly.

There was no blasphemous thought, just devoutly hugging the person in my arms, close and close, and savoring her beauty.

Qianyou's face turned red.

Feeling the man's rapid breath and his devout kiss, she couldn't bear to push him away or interrupt him, so she cooperated awkwardly.

"Clap!"

The sound of branches breaking outside the house broke the heated atmosphere in the room.

The two of them separated suddenly.

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to offend."

The man's ears turned red and he was at a loss. Then he realized that his behavior just now was a bit reckless, but he was also so reluctant to leave.

Qian You's face was rosy, which made her look even more tender. Her deep, clear eyes looked back at him, causing his breathing to stop suddenly.

He stretched out his hand involuntarily.

Qian You placed her small hand on his big hand. The smooth, soft and boneless touch made his heart beat again.

He carefully held her in his arms again.

"You still have a lot of things to do today, go ahead and do them, we have a long way to go."

Qian You's soft whisper lingered in his ears.

"Okay, wait for me at home."

His heart finally felt an unprecedented sense of attachment and sustenance.

He had to deal with the complicated matters outside as soon as possible so that she could stand by his side with full legitimacy as soon as possible.

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you."

Qian You gently pushed away the person who was leaning on her and smiled indifferently, seeming more beautiful than a flower.

Cangyu left the room reluctantly, but suddenly thought of something and returned.

"What? You missed me so soon?"

Qian You teased him and laughed.

"I think of you anytime, anywhere."

Cangyu's love talk has been upgraded at this point, and he has no pressure in flirting with her.

"Anything else?"

Qian You blushed a little, trying to resolve the embarrassment just now.

"Well! I remembered something I need you to know."

Cangyu took out the key card from his sleeve pocket.

"Huh? This is not the key card we have."

"Yes, it was given to me by Emperor Dong Cang. He told me the origin of the plaque."

Cangyu told Qianyou all of Emperor Dongcang's last words.

Qian You felt inexplicably fluttering in his heart.

"So, he didn't even mind the key in Song Ren'an's hand. Just a piece of false information cost him the lives of everyone in the Dongbohou Mansion?"

"That's how it should be."

"How sad! But Emperor Bei Yan is really calculating."

Emperor Beiyan has planned well!

The secret treasures of the previous dynasty were on his territory, and no one could avoid him. Even without the key, he could still participate in the distribution. But if his country was destroyed by Dong Bohou and his son, he would have nothing.

The bloodline of the Lan Dynasty?

Emperor Dong Cang really didn't fear being at a disadvantage by exchanging the news of Lan's bloodline for the lives of eighty-eight people in Dong Bohou's Mansion!

These are just excuses to hide his inner fragility and inferiority. The real slaughter comes from the narrow-mindedness of his heart.