wife and king

When Yan Cangling saw Jiang Feng coming, he was also stunned for a moment.The Jiang Fenglai I saw in my dream was a handsome scholar in a green shirt. He propped up a dilapidated stall with a bamboo pipe attached to him, and sat under the sun, smiling and facing the guests who came and went.Yan Cangling thought that if someone else made a painting, it would be a beautiful scroll of mountains, rivers and green bamboos, and some elegant poems about a gentleman who is indifferent to fame and wealth should be put next to the painting.But the Jiang Fenglai in front of him was completely different from the peaceful scholar in the dream, his face covered with scum, unkempt and despondent, but what surprised Yan Cangling was that his eyes were not as ethereal and clear as the scholar's, like looking at the green mountains. Delicate, but like the opening of chaos, turbid, so complicated that it is difficult to find a trace of purity from it, it is not the eyes of a scholar, but more like the eyes of a person who has gone through wind and frost and has experienced ups and downs.

I can't see through him.Yan Cangling subconsciously determined.

If the scholar in the dream is a flying crane that does not eat fireworks, then Jiang Fenglai in front of him is a soaring eagle.

"Qingbo... where is it?" The voice of the exit was as gentle as a scholar, but because it was covered by sadness, it trembled like a mountain falling apart, and the voice could not continue.

"You came to look for Qingbo?" When Le Qi and Le Ziyou brought Jiang Feng to the Prince Yan's mansion, Yan Cangling knew the purpose of this person's visit. Now when he asked, he just asked whether Jiang Fenglai was fully prepared to accept a There is no mummy with beauty and grace at all.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Fenglai asked, "Yes, where is she?" His voice was trembling with grief, but he could still utter every word clearly.

"Come with me." Taking him into the ice cellar, bringing him to the side of Qingbo's corpse with grief, Yan Cangling couldn't bear to see him weep bitterly, and silently took Ji Linchuan away.

The sunlight outside the ice cellar hits the body, but the heat can't withstand the biting chill, and instead makes the chill invade the body more and more. The cold winter wind penetrates into the body, making the fiery heart condense into solid ice.

The hearing power of a martial arts practitioner is astonishing. Even if he tried his best to close his five senses, he could still clearly hear the hissing and howling from the ice cellar. The sound was so shrill that it pierced into his heart like an ice blade.

Yan Cangling pulled Ji Linchuan to a farther place, trying to get away from the pain, but as soon as the wind passed, he was haunted by ghosts, crying endlessly.

"Mu Qing..." Ji Linchuan embraced Yan Cangling's trembling body, and patted Yan Cangling's back gently, but gave him solid strength, "I'm still here, I'm still here."

"Jing Han..." The two words were in his mouth, giving birth to infinite melancholy, "I can't imagine, if one day, you leave me, what will happen to me. Jing Han, oh Jing Han, I said I, what should I do?" How to be strong."

Ji Linchuan didn't say a word, quietly listening to Yan Cangling's chattering murmurs, he lowered his eyes a little, and he could see Yan Cangling's trembling hands, he grabbed Yan Cangling's hands, opened them one by one, and then put his fingers together Embedded in his palm, his hands were pressed together tightly: "Mu Qing, I won't go, Bi Luo Huang Quan, heaven and earth, I will be with you."

As his heart tightened, Yan Cangling suddenly let go of his knots, and suddenly hugged him into his arms, so close that there was no air left, and the kiss was so pressed that there was no chill left.

They kissed endlessly, kissed vigorously, and kissed forgetfully.

Waiting until heavy footsteps came from behind, the two let go of each other who had ignited the evil fire, slightly misaligned their eyes, and looked towards the source of the sound.

At the corner, first an ordinary cloth shoe appeared, and then a pair of red eyes appeared. Jiang Fenglai, holding Qingbo's corpse covered by a wide cloth, took steps as heavy as a mountain, one step at a time. Coming full of hatred: "Who killed her, and where did she get killed?"

He didn't dislike the appearance of Qingbo's corpse, but asked firmly who Qingbo's enemy was.

Yan Cangling's heart ached, and he avoided looking at Qingbo: "The person who killed her is still unknown, I'm still investigating, two of them are dead, and two are on the run, one of them has a crotch injury, and the other has a wound in his abdomen. Hurt, have you ever seen it?"

Jiang Fenglai frowned, and shook his head in despair: "After I came back, I came to Pinfang Pavilion to look for Qingbo, but I couldn't find her a few days ago, so I have been waiting at the door, early in the morning and late in the evening. Go and wait. Until today, the old bustard appeared and told me that Qingbo had left, and that Pinfang Pavilion was handed over to her. Later, when I met your companion, I also learned about her ..." His voice choked up, and it was difficult to continue. Fang's eyes shed tears, and tears welled up again. He slightly staggered his eyes, and changed the topic, "Where did she get killed?"

Yan Cangling took a deep breath, and cruelly pulled out the memories imprinted deep in his mind: "The place where she was killed was in a grass temple outside the city..."

"What did you say!" Before the word "中" was pronounced, Jiang Fenglai raised his voice and cut in, his eyes widened in astonishment, "You said... where she was killed..."

Seeing that the other party's mood was so wrong, Yan Cangling immediately recounted the matter of Qingbo's escape, and also described the location of the grass temple in detail. Staring at Yan Cangling's lips in confidence, he asked Yan Cangling over and over again with scattered hopes, "Are you sure, are you sure?"

Yan Cangling nodded again and again, and told him cruelly: "I'm sure."

"Are you sure...you are sure...hahaha, hahaha..." Without any warning, Jiang Fenglai's knees gave up, he knelt on the ground, covered his face with his hands, and burst into tears.

He cried heart-rendingly, cried so heart-breakingly, the red sun hanging in the sky lost its light, hidden in the clouds, it was invisible, there was no sky, the wind blowing rustled, and the leaves also wept.

You know why he cried so sadly, you know why he knelt down on his knees...you know why he has such a hard time falling in love with Qingbo...

All grievances and entanglements are just a dream, a missed one.The talented man who is full of knowledge whips his horse and leaps his horse. At the end of the long street, he raises his hands and laughs at the woman he loves, makes a promise of getting married on the gold list, and walks away with full of enthusiasm.Halfway along the road, looking at the red sun hanging from the sky, he was overshadowed, listening to the sound of rain and wind, boundless loneliness, looking at the mountains and rivers, lost his color, looked at a hundred flowers, no longer enchanting, he thought of that amazing and beautiful woman, that person will be in Holding an umbrella in the rainy day, he walked towards him with a smile.So he turned his head resolutely, and drove to the long street they were familiar with. He wanted to take her to Beijing together.

The sky is dark, the moon is hidden, the road ahead is invisible, and the road behind is invisible. There is only one grass temple to escape.He lit the fire, set up the fodder, saw that the night was dark, it was the right time for hunting, left behind a dagger, took the family longbow, and went to the night.The prey is hard to chase, and the feathered arrow is hard to hit. When he returned with the prey, he saw a big fire, which swallowed the grass temple and ignited the immortal sky.With nowhere to go, she just sighed, turned around and drove away, but she didn't know that he was turning around outside, and she was thinking painfully inside, he and her, we will be separated forever tonight, and the rubbing shoulders in this life will not continue...

I know that the most painful thing in the world is not the separation between Yin and Yang, but passing by...

"If, if I went in and took a look at that time, just a look... just a look, even if it's just a look..." Tears fell like rain, like water falling like flowers, the world is immortal, and it will never stop.

Yan Cangling staggered his eyes, took out a dagger from his bosom, and handed it to Jiang Fenglai: "This is Qingbo's dagger for body protection, this is yours..."

"Dagger..." Jiang Fenglai raised his eyes sluggishly, and when he saw the outline of the dagger, Shu Er slapped his hand and opened the dagger, "Take it away! What's the use of the dagger, it can't save her, it can't save her! Ahhhhh Ahh!" He raised his head and roared, tears bursting like a torrent, "I killed Qingbo, I killed her!" He stood up abruptly, leaped out like a leopard, let go His feet were running so fast that a black spot had formed in his eyes, even Yan Cangling, who had been staring at him, couldn't react in time.

"Jiang Fenglai, where are you going!"

"Hurry up!" Ji Linchuan took Yan Cangling's hand first, and followed Jiang Fenglai's direction to chase.

Without the scholar's peaceful spirit, Jiang Fenglai is now like a rabid lion, rushing around, bumping into people and objects, Yan Cangling sees that Jiang Fenglai is crazy, and dare not step forward to stop him from venting his pain , can only chase after, while calling for people to disperse the surrounding pedestrians.

Running wildly all the way, tears hung in the corners of his eyes like threads, flying backwards along Jiang Fenglai's face, dripping down little by little.

Yan Cangling sometimes stopped to take care of Ji Linchuan, sometimes followed, and when he was almost lost, he saw Jiang Fenglai stop at the edge of the city gate. He frantically yelled "Open the door, open the door" at the guards, but the guards only held back resolutely. He raised his pistol and blocked his way forward.

Yan Cangling walked up with the panting Ji Linchuan, and looked at the red-eyed Jiang Fenglai inexplicably in grief: "Wave your hand, let him go out, or he will go crazy."

He had already guessed where Jiang Fenglai was going—outside the city gate, only the Cao Temple was his destination.

He received Jiang Fenglai's grateful glance, sighed into the clouds, pulled Ji Linchuan, and walked slowly out of the city with chaotic steps.

On the quiet path, only the voices of two people can be heard, it is too quiet, too lonely, and people can't help but shed tears.

No one said a word, no one uttered a word, until a painful roar penetrated the sky and pierced the eardrums, and the two jumped up in surprise, an ominous premonition came in after the sound.

"Not good!" The two looked at each other, their hearts jumped suddenly, and they hurriedly ran forward holding hands.