After the Destiny Child was reborn

After hearing Jiang Wanyue's first words, he still had a sense of surprise and surprise when he was told that he was destined to be the next emperor.

After hearing the latter words, Liang Jingzhan began to look at Jiang Wanyue suspiciously.

"This... are you sure your father is looking for the Son of Destiny and not..." Cheng Long Kuai son-in-law?

If you want to choose a husband for your daughter, you just have to say it out loud, and if you talk about the Son of Destiny, the Master of the Wushuang Jiange Pavilion is really good at fooling his daughter. The funny thing is, Jiang Wanyue really believed it.

Could it be that she said the same thing to Liang Tian when Liang Tian rescued her in her previous life, so it was Liang Tian who became the emperor instead of him in the end?

"Actually, my dad said that I died when I was eight years old."

Jiang Wanyue's voice was originally soft, but when she said these words, her tone was flat and sad, which added to the weirdness in the thick night, and Liang Jingzhan's mind came up with the horror stories he had read before.

How did the little girl tell ghost stories as soon as she spoke?

Liang Jingzhan shrugged, his expression was stiff, and his neck was a little stiff.He was afraid that Jiang Wanyue would turn into a ghost who opened his mouth wide to eat people as soon as he turned his head.

Jiang Wanyue continued behind him: "When I was eight years old, one day, I sneaked out of the Jiange to play in the mountains, and accidentally ate the fairy grass and was poisoned and died. When my father found me, he was heartbroken. The sword spirit entered my body and merged with me, and I survived by the breath of the sword spirit. Does Your Highness know what kind of sword spirit is fused into my body?"

Liang Jingzhan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it's not a ghost.

He shook his head, what Jiang Wanyue said might be true, but he still felt absurd for a moment.

If Jiang Wanyue thought about it according to what Jiang Wanyue said, Jiang Wanyue would have a strange feeling in her heart after seeing him, and it could not be separated from the sword spirit in her body.

Jiang Wanyue continued, "It's the sword spirit of the Holy Virtue Sword. After the Holy Virtue Sword meets the Son of Destiny, the body of the sword will be touched, so I will feel this way."

Liang Jingzhan had doubts in his heart, and he didn't say whether he believed it or not. He just nodded his head to express his understanding, "That's it..."

Jiang Wanyue didn't care too much about whether he believed her or not. Liang Jingzhan looked a lot more relaxed after seeing her say these words, and seemed to have made up something in his heart, but he just wasn't ready to tell him.

After walking for a while, Jiang Wanyue stopped in front of her, and said in a brisk tone, "His Royal Highness, no matter what, you helped me, and Sword Spirit and I will repay Your Highness in the future."

"Don't worry about it, you are my seventh brother's favorite person, and if I help you, I am also helping my seventh brother." Liang Jingzhan looked around at the endless dark night in the distance.

He didn't save the girl for the sake of his seventh brother Liang Chengshen, he just didn't want to see the girl being bullied.

He said this in order to reduce unnecessary misunderstandings.

If Liang Chengshen really liked Jiang Wanyue, there would be nothing wrong with bringing the two of them together.

"But does Your Highness know the power of the Mother-in-Child Snake Gu? It causes heart-wrenching pain, and I should have suffered all of this." Jiang Wanyue lowered her head embarrassedly, and mentioned Liang Chengshen, her Head lowered even deeper.

She knew how Liang Chengshen treated Liang Jingzhan. It seemed that Liang Jingzhan never cared about making things difficult for Liang Chengan. On the contrary, he still tolerated him like a big brother. This time he even suffered the pain for himself...

"I just know that the last thing I want is to see the girl my seventh brother likes suffer." Liang Jingzhan walked in front, speaking lazily, and said it casually.

"Your Highness, trust me, I won't let anything happen to you." Jiang Wanyue's eyes were firm.

Liang Jingzhan looked down at her, and there was a lot of concern in his words, "Then Miss Jiang wants to exchange a letter for an antidote for me? Since it is a letter from Wushuang Jiange, the content is mostly related to state affairs, so it must not be leaked."

"I think that Mr. Song has ulterior motives. If he knows the contents of the letter, it may affect the court." Liang Jingzhan put his hands on her shoulders, faced her face to face, and said seriously: "Miss Jiang, don't Do this for me?"

"But... But Your Highness will..." Jiang Wanyue lowered her head and couldn't say the word death. She said something else, "I will not let Your Highness die for me."

Liang Jingzhan only looked at the few strands of blue hair that floated in front of him when she lowered her head, Jiang Wanyue's voice was very soft, Liang Jingzhan lowered his head and listened closely to hear clearly.

He chuckled softly, with deep meaning in his eyes, and said softly, "It's rare for Miss Jiang to feel sorry for me. Of course I'm not willing to die, but I have a perfect plan, and I only need Miss Jiang's cooperation..."

A few shops on this street closed their doors early, but the red lanterns outside were still hung. Candles lit up the street, leaving behind the festive aftertaste of Qixi Festival.

When Liang Jingzhan was talking to Jiang Wanyue, Fu Yanning who was not far away was sitting on a branch and looked down coldly, sitting upright.

The breeze was blowing, blowing the green leaves on the branches and a few strands of hair on the forehead of the person sitting on the tree.

Fu Yanning always blinked his eyes a few times from time to time, revealing the imperceptible panic in his heart.

The chest was still warm, it was the Xu Ji Hibiscus Cake he had bought not long ago, and the pastry still had a faint sweetness of glutinous rice.

The tip of Fu Yanning's nose moved, and she turned her head to look away, but she didn't want to take another look at the two people below.

After the two finished talking, Fu Yanning turned his head a little further away, and his gaze continued to rest on the boy in blue.

Seeing his unbearable smile, Fu Yanning's face darkened.

After walking a few steps, Liang Jingzhan heard faint footsteps behind him. It was the subtle sound of boots rubbing against the bluestone slab. What he couldn't ignore the most was the menacing momentum around him.

The sound of falling leaves always conceals the hurried footsteps intentionally or unintentionally, and the breeze also tries to conceal the turbulent undercurrent around it.

Liang Jingzhan slowed down, letting the wind blow his hair and calm his face, he subconsciously grabbed Jiang Wanyue's sleeve in front of him, and pulled her behind him.

Jiang Wanyue didn't know why he did this, she only knew that there must be a reason why he did this, and after thinking about it carefully, she also guessed one or two things.

She stood behind Liang Jingzhan, following Liang Jingzhan's line of sight, she also looked around, but found nothing.

There were few people in the night, and it was eerily quiet, Jiang Wanyue's breathing was chaotic, and the only thing she could rely on at this moment was this not-so-imposing but reassuring young man in front of her.

A few men in black with swords fell from all around. The edge of the sword shone coldly under the moonlight, forcing them to come through the air. Liang Jingzhan looked serious and reminded Jiang Wanyue, "Miss Jiang, be careful!"

Liang Jingzhan fended off the men in black's attack, while worrying about Jiang Wanyue.

After exchanging hands several times, Liang Jingzhan realized that the swords of these men in black were only coming towards him.It seems that Song Xiang had already discovered that he was eavesdropping, so she sent someone to silence him.

One person is hard to beat with four hands, not to mention there are so many people, and there is a girl who needs to be protected behind him.

Liang Jingzhan stretched out his right hand, the wind gathered in his palm, and the petal-shaped imprint on his wrist gave off a dazzling red light.

As soon as he raised his hand, before he could hit the opponent, a group of men in black fell to the ground.

Liang Jingzhan looked at his palm:? ? ?

The Xiaoyao faction's ancient heart method is really so powerful, and people fall before they can make a move?

[-]. After the nine men in black fell down, Liang Jingzhan saw another man in black standing upright.

The man in black approached step by step, Liang Jingzhan stretched out his arms to protect Jiang Wanyue behind him, and stepped back step by step.

The man in black stopped on the spot, pulled off his veil, and revealed his face: "Master, don't be afraid. I am Bai Wen. Bai He entrusted me to protect the master. They all got my cartilage scattered."

It turned out to be a friend of Bai He, the secret guard he sent to protect Xiao Weisheng this morning, Bai Wen.

Liang Jingzhan looked at him, opened his mouth and was about to say something when something gushed out of his throat and spit it out through his mouth. Before he could realize what it was, he saw the man in black's face turn pale. Change, panic.

Liang Jingzhan saw the blood he vomited fell on the ground, and raised his hand to wipe the blood off his mouth. Before he could reach his mouth, he suddenly felt his body lighten, and he was picked up by someone.

In a blur of consciousness, he only saw a purple dress, and the sweet smell of lilac flowers and Xu Ji's pastry smelled in the arms of the person holding him.

Liang Jingzhan smelled it familiarly, and he became dependent on him, holding his waist tightly with both hands, for fear that he would let go and leave.

Fu Yanning felt that someone was hugging his waist, and his body was stiff. He looked down at the person in his arms, and pursed his lips slightly.

Bai Wen watched his master being carried away, he looked helplessly at the remaining thin girl.

"What are you going to do..." Jiang Wanyue stared blankly at him, shrinking her body together.

Before she could finish speaking, Bai Wen raised his arm and hit the back of the head.

Jiang Wanyue fainted again.

Bai Wen threw the man on his back with a blank expression, and left behind his back.

"Before the fifth watch, the palace gate was not opened, so people let me go first." Fu Yanning's voice was like the wind in the night, cold and clear, and he was not talking about discussing, but giving orders.

The words spread far and wide to Bai Wen's ears, and it was cold.

Bai Wen raised his head and stared at the figure of his master in front of him.His eyes were sharp and substantial, emitting a deep wolf-like light, as if Fu Yanning was holding a piece of delicious and tender meat in his arms.

When the person in front was walking, the wind picked up the purple robe, blowing the scattered strands, and the silky purple headband was also blown up by the wind, and the moonlight poured on his tall figure, making him look thinner and inaccessible. A long black shadow was cast under Bai Wen's feet.

After seeing a few traces of blood on the master's body falling on the ground, Bai Wen's face wrinkled together, and he chased up to the person in front, grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and couldn't help asking: "Hey, master is bleeding Why don't you send master to stop the bleeding quickly with light work? What are you thinking?"

Fu Yanning stopped and looked ahead: "If I use lightness kung fu, do you think your master's body can stand it after repeated tossing? Doing so will increase the amount of bleeding instead."

It turned out that he was worried that his master would not be able to bear it, so Bai Wen nodded, "I see."

He still didn't dare to take it lightly, and was still wary of this person.

In the end, he didn't use light work at all, just followed behind this person, and he followed wherever he went.

Fu Yanning noticed that the people behind him were always half a step behind him.

Even if he couldn't see his eyes, Fu Yanning could still feel the glow on his back, always making him uncomfortable.

If others looked at him like this, he would have beaten them back long ago, but after all, he was still hugging his master, and it is natural for him to be worried. Fu Yanning could only put on a face and keep silent, biting the bullet and enduring it.

The wide purple sleeves hung down to catch the cool breeze, and the slender wrists looked pale and fragile in the night. Fu Yanning had to stop several times to lift his sleeves to wipe his sweat.

Liang Jingzhan is really heavy. He obviously doesn't have much flesh, and he hasn't hugged him for long, but his arms are tired and sore.

This little ancestor is really annoying. He can't speak Chinese or martial arts all day long, but he can find troubles, and he has to trouble others to help him with a lot of troubles.

"I think you're tired too, master give it to me, this girl is light, you carry it on your back." Seeing the opportunity coming, Bai Wen stepped forward and stretched out his hand to grab her.

Fu Yanning ignored him and continued walking forward, as if he had never heard of him.

Seeing him like this, Bai Wen snorted coldly, "Such a stubborn and weird temper, he is a good match for Fu Shizhong in the court."

Fu Yanning had already left quickly. He looked down at the person in his arms, and the emotion in his eyes was as gentle as moonlight, which was rare.

Counting down, he has not seen Liang Jingzhan's face so openly for a long time.

But looking at it now while people are asleep, it doesn't seem to be a fair thing.

But Fu Yanning didn't have time to think so much.

Liang Jingzhan in his arms closed his eyes, he managed to stop his usual noisy and frivolous gestures, and just kept quiet like this, which was fine.

Fu Yanning's eyes moved down along his eyebrows and eyes, and finally stopped on Liang Jingzhan's bloody lips, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

Liang Jingzhan's lips were already red and his teeth were white, and they became even redder when they were stained with blood. Fu Yanning's eyes moved down his lips again, to his neck, and finally landed on his protruding Adam's apple, where there was a wound. It is now completely invisible.

He couldn't be more aware of that wound.

Fu Yanning stopped, stretched out his thumb to gently stroke the blood on his lips, raised his sleeve to wipe off the blood on his neck, and when he touched the Adam's apple, Fu Yanning pressed it in a strange way.

He just pressed it for a while, the Adam's apple under his hand moved, and Fu Yanning withdrew his hand like touching a needle.

He hugged Liang Jingzhan again, moved his eyes away and quickened his pace, blinking hastily along the way.

"Did you steal a kiss from me? Why are you so shy? Qing..." Liang Jingzhan slowly opened his eyes, and saw the person holding him blinking.

Liang Jingzhan's eye tails were as sharp as willow leaves, and he looked like a fox when he half-squinted.

Fu Yanning didn't even dare to visit him.

Seeing his shy appearance, Liang Jingzhan found it funny and couldn't help joking.

When he just woke up, the boy's voice was lazy and hoarse: "Qing..."

Before he could say Ping, Fu Yanning frowned, reached out and touched his sleeping point.

Why does the person in his arms always call Miss Qingqing to his face every time he dreams? How much does Qingqing, the No. 1 prostitute in the capital, look like him?

Fu Yanning felt uncomfortable for no reason.

Fortunately, there is material for impeachment tomorrow.

Bai Wen vaguely heard some voices behind him and asked him, "Is Your Highness awake?"

Without blinking, Fu Yanning said coldly, "No."

The author has something to say: Fu Yanning: I always think about Qingqing in my dreams, how can I not compare to her?

Liang Jingzhan: I am not!I don't!you are fine!