Back when the villain boy [Rebirth]

Jiang Wanzhao laughed, innocent and romantic, as if she still didn't understand what the four words "Golden Age Jiangshan" stood for.She shook her head and said, "I'll give her whatever Yun Shu likes. I like Yun Shu the most!"

Jiang Xun commented: "Your mother and I are so smart, how did you give birth to a silly girl like you?"

Shang Yi has been following behind them, staring at the girl's innocent eyebrows, and when she heard this sentence, tears flowed down the corner of her eyes——

It turns out that she has been the most favorite person of others since she was a child, and she must have liked it to the extreme, which is why she is worth so many words.

This child is so similar to Zhou Zhou, even his tone of voice is exactly the same, he is ignorant and innocent, as if he has never grown up and will never grow up.

"Father, when leaving Kunwu, Yun Shu also said that he would give me a birthday present! What do you think it will be?"

Jiang Xun asked with a smile, "What could it be?"

Jiang Wanzhao muttered: "I don't know, I'll ask you." But she smiled silly again, her eyes bent into crescents, "I like whatever Yun Shu sends."

Shang Yi replied in a low voice, "It's a little fox."

Sly and cute, just like you.

When he raised his eyes again, the figures of father and daughter disappeared into the mist.

Shang Yi stretched out her hand, but didn't keep them.She walked forward in a daze, the phantom mushroom under her feet flickered like sparks.

"Sister!" The little girl raised her head, her cheeks were pink and her eyes were bright.

Shang Yi opened her eyes wide in disbelief, and murmured, "Can you see me?"

The girl smiled and rolled her eyes, the corners of her mouth curled up softly, and the chubby little hands she held together made Shang Yi feel soft.She blinked and said mysteriously: "Look, Xiao Fudie."

As he spoke, he opened his tightly closed hands, and a colorful butterfly flew out.

Shang Yi laughed and raised her hand, the butterfly passed through her palm and flew to the unclear front.She stared blankly at the colorful butterfly, not knowing whether what she saw at this time was like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.

She took a step back and saw that the place where she was standing overlapped with another woman, and it dawned on her that the girl was not talking to her.

After ten years, how could she see herself?Shang Yi laughed at herself, feeling pain in her heart, and suddenly realized that she had missed too much with this person, not only the love-hate past life, but also the ten years that had been sealed in her memory.

The woman was dressed in Confucian school uniform, her ink-splashed long hair was simply tied up with an ebony hairpin, and she had a warm smile. At first glance, she looked somewhat similar to Qu Jiuwan and the Master.

Jiang Wanzhao's voice was soft and waxy, with a Chu Di accent, "Fu Die, I caught it by the river."

Lou Yiqiao smiled softly, "Did you go to play again just now?"

Jiang Wanzhao stuck out her tongue, "I went to practice swords, just, just played secretly for a while." She gestured, showing a small fingertip, "A little while, a little bit."

Lou Yiqiao rubbed her head, "Why don't you play more, sister won't tell your father."

Jiang Wanzhao hugged her and rubbed her hand hard, "I like my sister the most!"

Looking at them, Shang Yi felt sour water in her heart—a good sister in one mouthful, and a favorite in another.

Like a little fox who loves to be coquettish, cute and pitiful, everyone loves her, but he has forgotten her for more than ten years.

How did the rebellious Hou in the previous life hand over a plum blossom with such anxiety and longing?

Lou Yiqiao led the child, turned his gaze to the Changhe in the setting sun, and said in a low voice, "The setting sun on the Changhe..."

Unlike Shang Yi, what she sees is not a withered and dead place. At this moment, the sun is setting, the sun is setting on the long river, and the grass on both sides is luxuriant, with green grass and colorful butterflies, full of vitality.Lou Yiqiao sighed in his heart, Dasheng had been weak for a hundred years, and finally waited until he came back to Changhe. On this day, Dasheng had waited too long.

The shame of the past is like an unhealed scar, burning on the hearts of the people of Shengguo, throbbing pain from time to time, which makes people dare not forget.

But it's about to win.

Lou Yiqiao felt hot all over, and her blood seemed to be boiling in an instant. During the time when she came to Beijiang, not only her, but everyone was in a kind of abnormal excitement.

She stood upright in the wind, the afterglow dyed her white clothes into light gold, and her black hair fluttered slightly.That heavy weapon was named Zhi Ge back then, in the hope that it would one day be able to stop fighting and quell the war.The day has finally arrived.

Lou Yiqiao thought of the golden osmanthus flowers on the golden platform, and the undisturbed bones of the river under the osmanthus flowers, with a faint smile on his face.

When Chuncheng was fighting wine with their friends, they made a great wish for this life facing the bright moon and river on the common tide——May the world be safe, the people rich, the motherland strong, the long river clear, and the prosperous world peaceful.As long as it can be realized, it doesn't matter to throw this life lightly.

And tung wine.

The man had always been dull and solemn, holding the spiritual core in both hands, and said solemnly: "I give you my heart."

The person who said it clearly has no charm, but just states the truth.Whenever Lou Yiqiao thinks about it again, her heart can't help beating like a beating, and there is an indescribable throbbing.

The girl's innocent and carefree words interrupted her thoughts, "Sister, when will we win?"

Lou Yiqiao smiled: "Soon."

Jiang Wanzhao: "That's good. I miss Yun Shu. Sister, have you seen Yun Shu? When we get back to Kunwu, we will secretly go to see her! I know there is a secret way to sneak to Qunyu Mountain."

"Qunyu Mountain?" Lou Yiqiao said: "If you don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaotai. Could it be that your little green plum is a fairy in the sky?"

Jiang Wanzhao nodded vigorously: "She is! She is!"

Lou Yiqiao couldn't help laughing. Thinking of this incident, she felt sad again, "The daughter of the King of Chu is really..."

The emperor kept Shang Yi by his side, and his intention was obvious. Fortunately, Jiang Xun was loyal to protect him.Thinking of this, Lou Yiqiao felt uneasy in his heart. The emperor regarded the general as a thorn in his flesh for a long time, and this expedition is a good opportunity for him.But the victory of the Northern Expedition, the merits of the future, the emperor will not be so stupid, right?

Lou Yiqiao asked Wan Zhao to rest in the big tent first, and decided to check Zhige again.Although I feel that my conjecture is a bit absurd, since ancient times, there have been many incidents of killing loyal ministers and generals by mistake and even killing themselves.She was inevitably disturbed.

The sky in northern Xinjiang was getting dark quickly, and when they returned to the barracks, it was already late, and a few cold stars were twinkling in the sky.

"Hey, little ancestor, where have you been and why are you playing so late?" the soldier guarding the door asked with a smile.Jiang Wanzhao was born as Yuxue and was cute, and these rough guys wanted to tease her as soon as they saw her.

Jiang Wanzhao stomped her feet angrily, "I'm not playing, I'm practicing sword! Practicing sword!"

The soldier smiled and spread his hands: "Good practice, practice swords, our little general is the most diligent."

Lou Yiqiao took the lamp from him and said, "Take the evening photo to the general, and I'll go and see Zhi Ge."

The soldier who was still smiling a moment ago immediately stood up straight, "Yes, sir."

The army was strictly disciplined, and the patrolling soldiers saluted when they saw her.

Lou leaned on the bridge with a lamp in her hand, the cold wind from the north poured into her thin clothes, and the black military flag fluttered in the air.The faint light flickered, illuminating her face in flickering, and her blood was a little less.

Zhige was placed in the center of the barracks, surrounded by heavy guards, and ordinary people could not approach it.But Lou Yiqiao is naturally unusual, she is quite respected by Jiang Xun, and she personally set up a Zhige with the people of Wuya Academy, she explained the purpose of coming, and the soldiers did not suspect him, so they let her in after saying hello.

Lou Yiqiao bent down and walked into the tent, looked up at the armor covered by the red cloth, took a deep breath, and pulled off the red cloth vigorously.

The huge Yanjia is crouching on the ground like a sleeping lion. The silver wood is polished with tung oil, and it shimmers under the lamplight.She caressed the smooth surface, and pressed her left cheek lightly against it, as if she heard the thumping sound in Yanjia's chest, her uneasy heart finally stopped restless.

She has been quite fanatical about Yanshu since she was a child. In her eyes, Yanjia is not a cold and stiff dead thing, but one of thousands of living beings.

What Yanshi did was the process of giving life to dead objects.Connecting dead things together, pondering carefully, making them move and run, is like the magic of God creating all things.Therefore, Yanshi must have a heart of compassion more than anyone else, and cherish thousands of living beings.

Lou Yiqiao thought in his heart that after this battle, stopping fighting would save tens of thousands of people in the frontier from being displaced, so he was unavoidably excited.She stood for a while, carefully inspecting every joint of the Yanjia, and after noticing anything abnormal, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned and left, and when she reached the door, she stopped suddenly and looked back.

Zhi Ge still lay quietly on the ground, extremely docile, with an auspicious red flower tied in the center.

Lou Yiqiao pondered for a while, then turned around and walked to Yanjia, opened the mechanism skillfully, and took out a glowing spirit stone.She carefully hid the spirit core in her sleeve, the mechanism returned to its original state, and she left here with her usual expression.

Shang Yi frowned slightly and followed behind her, but the back of Lou Yiqiao melted into the mist, and this phantom was over.

Sure enough, it was Lou Yiqiao who took away the spiritual core—why did she do this?Could it be that something was wrong at that time, or was it just for the sake of caution?It seems that the key to the final whereabouts of the spiritual core lies in this woman.

Shang Yi cleared the fog and walked a few steps forward, and encountered a phantom mushroom, mottled light spots floating in the fog.

It was necessary to find the whereabouts of the spiritual core from the phantom, and Shang Yi waited quietly, but the floating phantom was just one or two scenes of soldiers patrolling in the past.With so many phantoms, she was able to see important people a few times, but it was just a fluke.

A gust of wind blows, and the mist rolls like a tide.

Standing in the mist, she suddenly felt a little dazed, and called out "Zhouzhou" in a low voice, but no one answered.

Before encountering a maze in the river valley, she studied for a long time that night and found a way to break the maze. The maze is somewhat similar to the phantom, and they can be understood by analogy. How to eliminate irrelevant scenes and find some important phantoms, she has a plan in mind .

The only problem, which is also the key to casting the spell, is to find objects related to the people of that year.

Just as the mechanical gears in Yanjia connect many parts together, she also needs something related to the past as a connection between the past and the present.And this thing, she happened to have one in her hand.

Shang Yi took out a fiery red hair band from her bosom, rubbed it for a long time, then gently closed her eyes, "Zhouzhou, Wanzhao..."

After hesitating for a long time, she bent down and carefully placed Jiang Zhou's hair tie on the ground.A cluster of sparks cut through the fog, and the sound of fighting sounded all around, as if returning to that night ten years ago.

Shang Yi followed the sound and walked forward. There was the sound of water flowing under her feet. She lowered her head, and her plain white shoes were stained with blood.

She quietly looked at the bright red toes for a long time, wondering if she had the courage to face the tragedy of the year, and how did Jiang Wanzhao, who was only young at that time, face the fate of the rebellious Hou who had been burdened with this past for many years later? Unpredictable?

The flames of war, fighting endlessly, she was in this ancient battlefield, she couldn't help but think of Kunwu's hunting red clothes.Yaochiyue, Baojian, Plum Blossom, and the beauty, that person bears blood and deep hatred, but raises his brows and smiles like a flower, walking on the tip of the sword, fearless and cruel.

After two lifetimes, Shang Yi finally understood why when they first met, Ni Minghou looked at him with a silly smile, his eyes and heart were soft.

The night was softer than usual that night.

It's a pity that it was too late in the previous life, but finally, it's not too late in this life.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-01-0317:34:39~2020-01-0520:39:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Mo Yao 1;

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