Spring is thick and thin

"Yes, he has no blood relationship with you." Mengniang replied simply.

Wei Kangyu's whole body was trembling slightly, like timidity and excitement.Mengniang looked at her son with insightful and compassionate eyes.

"So, I can...yes, I can...but, Jing Yan..."

Yeah, so what if he's not a brother?If you want to express your intentions openly and without obstacles, you have to find Jing Yan first.

However, if it wasn't for this lie, there wouldn't be all these twists and turns—no, it's not necessarily, and it can't be used as an excuse to blame Mengniang.Wei Kangyu's anger that had just risen was immediately calmed down by himself.

A series of rhetorical questions have already sounded in his mind: Could it be that without this lie, would he dare to confess to Jing Yan?Could it be that without this confession, what happened today would not have happened?no, I can not.The old emperor aimed at the Wei family. If he didn't want to be emperor himself, then his father would still maintain his previous decision and choose young royal children. At that time, he would still invade the capital, be poisoned, and Jing Yan would still come to rescue him. , and still, will leave.

He could only sigh deeply.

He bid farewell to Mengniang, Mengniang hesitated and said, "When Jing Yan comes back, let him see your father, he is really not in good health."

"How is his health?"

"It's still an old problem. He didn't have the time to protect him. All the injuries he suffered when he was in the army in the early years came to him. Whenever the weather fluctuated, his whole body hurts unbearably. His spirit is also very bad. I know he can't sleep at night."

"Mother doesn't blame me?"

Wu Bohou's injury was not directly caused by Wei Kangyu, but it has an inescapable relationship with him.At that time, Jing Yan went to see him in the desert, but Wu Bohou found out. After Jing Yan left, Wu Bohou took away Wei Kangyu's rights in disguise, saying that he was locked in a tent.Wei Kangyu couldn't bear that his plan was blocked, and he couldn't do anything. After negotiating with no results, he impulsively said hurtful words. Two men with strong blood and strong martial arts quarreled and became angry. They couldn't tell who it was When they were fighting, the barbarian spies invaded secretly. Seeing the general and the major general fighting, the intruders did not let go of this opportunity, and secretly attacked Wu Bohou, causing Wu Bohou's body to be damaged and his martial arts lost. Even the secret reports in the army were stolen by the invaders, which caused great losses to the army.Uncle Wu was in a hurry, so he said such cruel words: "I will sever the father-son relationship with you, and I will never see you again in this life."

Wei Kangyu tried to win his father's forgiveness, but everything was useless, and he had a great cause to pursue, and he didn't care about trying to restore the relationship between the two of them. He was poisoned, and then Jing Yan disappeared. A series of things made him exhausted, and the relationship with his father remained rigid.Although his father accepted the famous doctor and medicinal materials he found, he refused to move to the palace, and he still refused to see him.

Wei Kangyu knows that such a self is really unfilial, but in life, he must make a decision to hurt some people's hearts.

"Of course I blame you," Mengniang said, "but at least it didn't cause unavoidable harm. Go find Jing Yan. If he comes back, let him see for your father."

Wei Kangyu seemed to read other meanings from these words. He blinked his eyes, not sure if he had misunderstood it, but for the time being, he just replied firmly: "I will bring him back."

……

After Jing Yan spat out the first word, he understood something.He can't speak, and once he speaks, there will be results that he doesn't want to see.This kind of prohibition is not an unpleasant thing for him, and he doesn't like to talk.The mouth is an organ that is only useful when chewing. How boring it is to open your mouth and make a sound.As for communication, anyway, the person he needs to communicate with can understand it when he sees his eyes, so just listen.

But he still spoke, still in Wei Kangyu's dream.Does speaking in a dream count as speaking?As soon as he said it, he knew, yes, it really counted as talking.In his own dream, there was silence, but unexpectedly, he came to talk in someone else's dream.When leaving the dream, Jing Yan was already mentally prepared.Regarding the future, he needs to know more than nothing, but there are still many things that are still unclear.But it doesn't matter, Jing Yan is always very optimistic—anyone like Jing Yan, who has never suffered any setbacks since childhood, even if he is half-clear about his own strength, and knows how powerful he is, is always so optimistic confident.

So he opened his mouth easily, and easily made a promise to Wei Kangyu to let him wait for his return.

Then he thought, great, I'm so smart, I didn't tell the time hastily, so I'm not a dishonest person.

After Jing Yan pushed open the door, he felt his body was extremely light. He didn't give orders to his body, but he found that no one could see him.His thoughts flowed naturally, and he came to Xiangshan on the outskirts of the capital.

Xiangshan is still the same Xiangshan, the same as what Jing Yan saw when he came out of Wu Bohou's Mansion for the first time.At this time, the political situation is turbulent. Although Xiangshan is in the most beautiful season, no one has the leisure to come out to enjoy the spring, because there is no one at this time.All kinds of exotic flowers and plants grow on the exposed hard rocks, not for anyone.Jing Yan was not in a hurry, he took off a bouquet of flowers and put them under his arm, and spent the last bit of time playing among the flowers, but he still looked heartless.

Gradually, there was a feeling of being pulled in the body, and every step was extremely heavy and crooked, which was a manifestation of the body not adapting to this environment.Jing Yan stopped playing, hugged the bouquet of flowers to his chest with both hands, lowered his head and sniffed, but he didn't smell the fragrance he should smell.

The first time he picked flowers from Xiangshan to give to the dumb slave, but he failed because the dumb slave died. After the dumb slave came back to life, Jing Yan made it up for him again.Now Jing Yan wants to give this bouquet to Wei Kangyu, because he thinks that Wei Kangyu is a nice person, and he likes him a little.Unfortunately, this bouquet can't be sent out for the time being, so I have to make up for it later.

He maintained the bouquet posture without moving, his body fell straight backwards, but he didn't make any sound when he touched the hard rocky ground, just like an animal fell into a swamp and was quietly swallowed by the swamp, Jing Yan opened his eyes His eyes were swallowed by the land without any struggle, and there was darkness in front of his eyes, but it was not the appearance of black land, but empty black. His body and the flowers in his hands sank in this blackness, and were gradually drawn into the darkness. Devoured and disintegrated by darkness.This process looks terrible, the body slowly disappears, but another form is slowly revealed as if it has been dusted off by something.

Jing Yan was not curious, nor did he look around.He raised his hand, and what he saw was the new form revealed after the body was devoured.He clenched his fists, shook his hands, and kicked away the last remaining flesh and blood. Then he changed from lying flat to standing up, and took a step in midair.He looked ahead and saw his new self.His appearance has changed, to the appearance he just got up from the bed that day, but it is far more dazzling than that state - the world still cannot bear his appearance, so he can only show a limited posture.His new body still exudes a slight light. Looking closely, it is still translucent, giving it a sense of illusion.

It's really troublesome, even so, it's still not over.Jing Yan reluctantly ascended, but in an instant, he ascended to a large hall. The empty hall was the same style as the hall he dreamed of when he fell asleep.In the bedroom of the main hall, there is a very large bed. There is a person lying on his back on the bed. Jing Yan walked up to him and wanted to dawdle for a while, but he kept shouting in his heart, but he had no choice but to climb onto the bed. Sit up, fall back, and lie down in this person's body, as if putting on clothes, and put back on your original body.

At the same time, above the clouds, there was a slight vibration, which shocked countless existences that mortals could not imagine.

A wave of spiritual thoughts exchanged back and forth: "That one is finally back!"

"You're back! Has that guy finally had enough?"

"Shh, I guess someone used a little trick... That guy doesn't know how to get angry."

"Then we can't control it. Anyway, let's go see that one first."

After Jing Yan put on his original body, his body became solid, and he didn't feel anything strange when he moved his hands and feet.He felt that every part of his body, down to every strand of hair, was filled with a power that was so powerful that it could destroy the world, but this power did not make him happy, but instead made him reveal "I'm not happy" "I'm not happy" I'm so bored," with no energy at all, and I don't want to do anything, just keep lying down, lying on the bed made of thousands of years of black ice.But just after lying down for a while, he felt something was wrong again, so he conjured a quilt out of thin air and covered himself.

In fact, the coldness of the Ten Thousand Years Xuanbing bed is subdued, but there is a sense of warmth, and Jing Yan's body will not be troubled by the temperature, and the quilt, which is necessary for ordinary people, is just superfluous for him.But Jing Yan has long been used to sleeping with a quilt, even if the quilt is useless, and now that he has left the mortal world, he does not intend to change his habit, otherwise he will always feel that something is wrong.

Jing Yan thinks about the next days here, there will still be a lot of things wrong, and he can't help but show a look of hopelessness on his face - he just left the mortal world for a short while, thinking about it.

The author has something to say: I really want this chapter to be a chapter without Jing Bao again, but... I'm afraid, I don't dare, I don't dare.

I think, this may be the best and most sua protagonist I wrote 233