wife and king

A few days later, the news of a thunderbolt from the blue sky exploded in Yan Cangling's ears, making him unable to stand still in shock——

"What, Qingbo is dead?!" Yan Cangling's mind went blank for an instant, his pupils shrank deeply, and he stared blankly at the lips that said the shocking news, hoping that the news would return back to his lips in the next moment. Inside.

Xu Songming was overshadowed, and he pronounced every word clearly: "Yes..." The word "yes" seemed to have boundless magic power, and it drained all his strength. After a long time of breathing, he was able to continue the following words. "I heard that Bo Jin and the two met Qingbo's personal maid on the way, and they went to check afterward, and they found out about it, so they called the coachman to hurry up and report back. But I don't know what exactly happened. "

"She...how did she get away?" Yan Cangling couldn't even pronounce the words clearly.

"I heard that it is... yes..." Xu Songming bit his lip, obviously the words after that came to his lips, but he didn't have the courage to continue it anyway.During this period of time, they had dealt with Qingbo quite a lot, and as men they couldn't help but be impressed by Qingbo's talent, now that he suddenly heard her good news, it was hard for him to accept it for a while.

"Stop talking," Ji Linchuan pressed Yan Cangling's trembling shoulder, and in an instant, a chill ran into his palm along the touching skin, making his voice sink into the abyss of the vast water, "Let's go to Fangcheng , is life or death, seeing is believing."

Yan Cangling's invisible eyes focused on Ji Linchuan's sight, and the slight ripples in Ji Linchuan's eyes made him catch a glimmer of hope. He grabbed Ji Linchuan's hand and held up a little bit of strength: "Okay... ...Let's go to Fangcheng."

"嘿咚"——

On the empty path, the heavy horseshoes trampled the ground, stirring up the dust, cutting up the blinding sunlight, and even covering the last bit of light.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" Yan Cangling propped his hands on the door of the carriage, looked at the coachman, leaned half of his body out, stretched his neck, always thinking that he could turn over a thousand miles in a tumble, Arrive in Fangcheng and go.

Ji Linchuan was also fidgeting. Although he and Qingbo did not have much close friendship due to some reasons, he could see Qingbo's help to them during this period of time.He stepped forward, took Yan Cangling's sweaty hand, stroked it again and again from the root of the finger to the tip of the finger, even if the effect was minimal, he would not tire of doing the same action, because the hands were embedded with different Hands with little sawdust need support.

Burning with anxiety, he rushed to Fangcheng day and night, during which Ji Linchuan was so tired that he almost fainted, but seeing Yan Cangling's gloomy face, he forced himself to endure his tiredness and continue his unstoppable comforting movements.

Le Zi and his two brothers came here upon hearing the news and waited in front of Fangcheng Gate. The moment they saw Yan Cangling, there was only a glint of light in the eyes of the two of them, and then they were shrouded in gloom, and the rest of their vision disappeared.

Le Ziyou walked forward, her lips pursed into a line with all her strength, and slowly opened her mouth: "You are here." The voice was so low that there was almost nowhere to be found, it was like a long and boundless sigh, falling to the ground Here, rooted into the soil, gave birth to Kazuki's grief.

"Where is she?!" Yan Cangling grabbed Le Ziyou's arm, intentionally ignoring the grief on their faces, enunciating each word clearly with all his strength.

"Come with me."

Come on, here they come...

However, what they came to was not the Pinfang Pavilion where Qingbo often stood on the top of the tall building, leaning on the railing to look at it, but a freezing cold ice cellar.

The ice cellar of Prince Yan's Mansion was originally only used to store ice in summer, but now, a flat and stable space was dug out, and a dead body was placed there.

There is no such elegant and noble dress, no long black hair with clouded temples, no face with delicate eyebrows and vermilion lips, and no calm smile that is often wiped on the corners of the lips...

There is only one unrecognizable mummy—a mummy that has been burned by fire.

"impossible!"

Yan Cangling's eyes were pierced, and he rushed towards the mummy, trying to grab it like crazy, but stopped timidly in front of the corpse.Yan Cangling was terrified, his feet were firmly wedged into the ground by the nails, no matter how hard he took a step forward, he was afraid that encountering the familiar temperature of the corpse would destroy his last sliver of hope.

The night before going to Nanxiang, I could still see this man bringing the sweet-scented osmanthus cake he made by himself, and sending them off with a smile.

He still remembered the taste of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake sent by Qingbo, it was so sweet that it made his heart sick, and when he hugged Ji Linchuan, he could not stop smiling and praising, saying, Qingbo's craftsmanship is really good, Gai Minger asked her to come to Nanxiang , Pass the craft to the chef in the house.I never thought that there will be no such day, and I will never taste that taste again. After a few years, maybe this taste will disappear in my memory forever...

The last open fire in my heart, in this cold ice cellar, was cooled bit by bit, extinguished bit by bit, and dispersed in the smoke and dust bit by bit.Qingbo was just a passer-by in his life, but she impressed him with her amazing talent and friendship—he admired her deeply, appreciated her calm and calm attitude, and admired her love for sisters. Love her, appreciate her... too much, sometimes I can't even express it in one word.

"I don't believe it, it's not her!" Yan Cangling looked back in shock, looking straight into Le Ziyou's eyes, trying to find a trace of joking in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, this person is indeed her..." Le Ziyou's words seemed to be sticking to the back of his tongue, he was confused and couldn't hear clearly, "We have confirmed it. Mu Qing, you... Jie..." It was just a simple Le Ziyou couldn't say the word "sorrow", as if this person was still alive in his own life and never went far away.

"What exactly happened?! Why didn't I know about it!" Yan Cangling's voice was as loud as thunder, and the entire ice cellar let out a wail of mourning, buzzing, spreading pain into everyone's hearts.

"You need to see someone, and she will tell you what happened." Le Qi slightly missed Yan Cangling's direct gaze, and sighed in a heavy tone, with a little hoarseness in his voice, disgusted with Qingbo like him, but also Sad to the point of tears, what happened.

"Okay, let's go!" Yan Cangling couldn't wait, turned around and hugged Ji Linchuan, who was a little cold, and went out.

He went back to Chaolin Pavilion nearby, and put the robe he had left here on Ji Linchuan, who was trembling a little, and let Le Qi continue to lead the way after his pale face returned to blood.

When walking outside an inner room, I heard the sound of ah woo from a distance.

"Ahhhhhhh." Ahhh stood on the stool, leaned over the table, pushed the food in front of Xiaoyue who was lying on the table silently, and called for her to eat.

Xiaoyue's head was buried deep in the crook of her arms, her body twitched, she was obviously crying, when she heard Ahwu's concerned cry, Fang Hong raised her head in a daze with her eyes, and twitched the corners of her mouth: " Ah, I can't eat it, I can't eat it, Miss, she...she...you tell me how can I eat it. "

"Ahhh!" Ahhh moved the food to Xiaoyue's side again, her voice was full of pleading.

Xiaoyue moved her lips, and reached for the pair of bamboo chopsticks with trembling hands, but when she was about to touch them, she suddenly withdrew her hands, covered her mouth and sobbed softly: "Miss's bones are not cold, how can I eat..."

"What happened!"

boom!The sound of kicking the door fell, and Yan Cangling was close in front of him. He looked at Qingbo's maid Xiaoyue, paused every word, and asked again: "What happened to Qingbo, tell me quickly!"

"My lord... my lord!" As if seeing a life-saving straw, Xiao Yue jumped down excitedly, crying and walking in front of Yan Cangling, kneeling in pain and kowtowed like thunder, "My lord, please avenge Miss, please!" Take revenge on Miss, please!"

"Get up and talk first." With the blood on Xiaoyue's forehead in his eyes, Ji Linchuan took a step forward, pulled him up, comforted him on the chair, pulled out a brocade handkerchief from his bosom, and stuffed it into her hand, " If you have anything to say slowly, you must first let us understand what is going on."

A reassurance pin hit Xiaoyue's heart, tears hung from the corners of her eyes, mixed with pain, she looked at the crowd, slowly, slowly, took a deep breath, and told the story of the past with tears: "Then One day..."