wife and king

Jiang Fenglai, don't let it get you too hard!Yan Cangling's heart tightened, he quickened his pace and moved forward, Ji Linchuan followed pantingly, couldn't run for a few steps and staggered, almost fell down, supported Yan Cangling's arm, and was able to stabilize his body and stand upright.

"Mu Qing, go quickly, I... I will catch up with you later."

"No! Isn't the lesson from Qingbo and Jiang Fenglai not enough? No matter where I go, I will never leave you. Come, Jing Han, come up..." Yan Cangling bent over and put his generous back in front of Ji Linchuan.Ji Linchuan gritted his teeth, and hurriedly climbed onto Yan Cangling's back. As soon as he stabilized himself, Yan Cangling turned into a flying arrow and rushed towards the grass temple.

When I rushed there, I thought I would see Jiang Fenglai die for love, but unexpectedly I only saw him buried in the ashes of the grass temple, turning over and looking for something unknown.

Ji Linchuan and Yan Cangling looked at each other, and after raising their eyebrows in doubt, they both held each other's hands tightly, stepped forward and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"I once gave Qingbo a small golden lock, but I can't find it, I can't find it..." Jiang Fenglai was so anxious that his face was hot and sweaty.Yan Cangling pursed his lips, pulled Ji Linchuan away from the grass temple, walked to Jiang Fenglai's side, and helped him search.

In his dream, he had never seen that little golden lock. If Qingbo put it on his body, he would have taken it out to look at it before he died. Obviously, in the dream, this thing was not in Qingbo's body. body.But it was also difficult for Yan Cangling to tell Jiang Feng about his weird dream, so he had to help him find it.

Searching the entire Caomiao, but failed to find the golden lock, Yan Cangling patted Jiang Fenglai on the shoulder and said, "Maybe she locked it somewhere, don't be discouraged."

"Oh, I should have thought, maybe this raging fire has already melted that piece of gold into ashes." Jiang Fenglai's face was pained, and the endless sadness weighed him down, "I shouldn't expect to keep a little bit of ours. Things...hehehe, hahaha, Qingbo, Qingbo!"

Ji Linchuan stepped forward, bitterness melted on the corners of his lips: "Bury her, let her rest in the ground, and she will be very pleased to be buried by you."

"Yes, after burying her, she shouldn't be disturbed by this world anymore, or be polluted by filth." Jiang Fenglai stood up staggeringly, dragging her lonely back, hugging Qingbo, stepping forward Gone far away, to the end of loneliness.

Ji Linchuan asked him where he was going, and he answered a sad place name, Luoxia Mountain, Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

It was inevitable that Jiang Fenglai would seek death in grief, Yan Cangling followed behind him non-stop, Ji Linchuan followed bitterly, holding Yan Cangling's hand tighter and tighter, so tight that even his heart ached.

Under the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, there are still people coming and going. Everyone is holding the hand of their sweetheart and making a vow of never being separated. But this is the first time that they see a pair of lovers separated by yin and yang in this sacred place. Worship to heaven and earth, perform a yin marriage, and make a promise to be together in the underworld after death.

At that moment, Ji Linchuan covered his face and burst into tears, and at that moment, Yan Cangling raised his head to look up at the sky, and stopped the tears from gushing out.

Until many years later, Xiaoxiang Pavilion has become the mausoleum of Yan Cang, who was enthroned as the emperor. No matter how difficult it is to set foot on, but that day, the cruel red sun under Xiaoxiang Pavilion still lingers in his heart forever.

There is no phoenix crown and Xiapei, no red candles and red lights, only the sky and the earth, witnessing their love, a brothel girl, an ordinary scholar, a passing love...

Jiang Fenglai hugged Qingbo and headed towards the top of Luoxia Mountain. This time, Yan Cangling did not go any further. He thought that Jiang Fenglai also had his own choice, whether to go with Qingbo or live to avenge Qingbo, it was up to Jiang Fenglai. Fenglai decides for herself.The only thing he can do is to wish in his heart that if there is an afterlife, let them continue their relationship.

Qingbo's death did not make Ji Linchuan shed a single tear, but when he saw the love they missed, he burst into tears. That night, he hugged Yan Cangling and said, "Mu Qing, let's not separate again, even if the ends of the earth, life and death to follow.

Yan Cangling kissed his tears, and he said yes, yes, yes... He didn't know how many times he said yes, and he said them tirelessly, until his heart was broken into pieces.He said that Qingbo failed to say the word "yes" at the beginning, and missed Jiang Fenglai forever. He should not follow their path again.

When the next day, a brand new day came, and the red sun brought warm colors, they saw the man with a radiant face in the living room.

It's too unbelievable, but after one night, the green dregs have gone, the messy hair has been tied up, the scholarly spirit has suddenly subsided, the wide sleeves are replaced by narrow sleeves, and the hand that should be writing and painting is actually holding a huge bow. Who would dare to believe that this is the down and out Jiang Fenglai from last night.

"You..." Yan Cangling was also stunned for a long while, then came back to his senses after blinking, "You looking for me?"

"That's right." Jiang Fenglai stood up from his seat, clasped his fists vigorously, and replied neatly, "I have no one to trust, but you. I want to find the person who harmed Qingbo and avenge her with my own hands."

Ji Linchuan pursed his lips lightly, and smiled gratifiedly: "You can cheer up, I am sincerely happy for you."

Jiang Fenglai's eyes brightened, he tightened the huge bow in his hand, and asked in a deep voice, "Where are those people?"

"I haven't found out yet," Yan Cangling shook his head, "After all, I wasted a lot of time when I came here." Moreover, because he brought some of the spies to the Southern Prime Minister, there are not enough spies here, and Qing Bo's death also cut off his widest source of information... Pinfang Pavilion has become an ordinary decoration for him now.

"Stay here!" Yan Cangling raised his head abruptly, "I remember you said yesterday that when you returned to Pinfang Pavilion earlier, you didn't see Qingbo, so you waited in front of the door, and no one showed up until yesterday, Dao Qingbo has left, Does Pinfang Pavilion belong to that person?"

"That's right, is there any question?" Jiang Fenglai asked curiously.

Ji Linchuan's voice was a little hasty, and he also discovered the problem: "Then before that, no one stopped you when you went to Pinfang Pavilion."

"That's not true." Jiang Fenglai frowned slightly, "Because I used to go to Pinfang Pavilion often, so I entered it at will, but when I asked where Qingbo was, everyone said they didn't know. I thought Qingbo was just going out for fun. So I didn't take it to heart, I never thought about it..."

Yan Cangling lowered his eyes, and when Jiang Feng came to wait for Qingbo, Qingbo's body had already been taken by Le Zi and the two to the ice cellar of Prince Yan's Mansion—the two really missed it all the time.

"That is to say," Ji Linchuan touched his chin and pondered, "You were stopped by that man yesterday. Do you know who is the woman who stopped you?"

"I don't know. When I went to Pinfang Pavilion, I just went to find Qingbo, and I didn't get in touch with the rest."

"Can you find Mengrong?" Ji Linchuan suddenly asked a nonsensical question.

Yan Cangling paused, shook his head and said, "I don't know where to go."

"Then let's ask the current madam of Pinfang Pavilion, she must know."

"Are you looking for Mengrong?" The new old bustard, Huayan saw Yan Cangling, and couldn't help being surprised when she heard them ask such a question.

"Do you know where Miss Mengrong is?" Xiaoyue was brought by Yan Cangling and others. She was not surprised when she heard Huayan, and immediately asked, "You know where she is, so tell me!"

After all, Huayan was no more calm and calm than Qingbo, after being asked so many times, she let out a little: "How do you know that I know where Mengrong is?"

Ji Linchuan pursed his thin lips lightly, shook his head and explained, it turned out that Qingbo had already left, Pinfang Pavilion was supposed to be handed over to Mengrong, but now it passed Mengrong and was handed over to Huayan, it can be seen that Mengrong had come to look for flowers Yan, handed Pinfang Pavilion to her.

Huayan's lips parted slightly, she was surprised, she smiled and said, "That's right, Mengrong once came to look for me and handed over Pinfang Pavilion to me. Why, do you have any objections?"

"Don't dare to object," Yan Cangling threw a lot of money, throwing a large stack of banknotes on the table, "I want to buy Pinfang Pavilion, and Pinfang Pavilion will belong to me from now on. You can refuse, but I have the ability to let Pinfang Pavilion belong to you." Nobody recognizes you as master."

"You..." Huayan's face paled immediately, and she pointed her slender fingers horizontally at Yan Cangling's nose, "You are simply bullying others!"

"I will exchange slavery for all but you."

The blue and white face was replaced by joy in an instant, Huayan was overjoyed, and raised her voice and asked: "Really?! You can really get rid of our slavery!"

It's just a vow that has not been fulfilled, which can make Huayan smile again and again. Yan Cangling's heart felt a little shy, and suddenly remembered that when he first met Qingbo, he promised her to get rid of slavery. With her life, she has fulfilled her vow of never betraying...

"Yes, I will get rid of your slave status. And as long as you have a match, I can still find a matchmaker for you, so that you can get married in a good manner. This..." It's my return to Qingbo... ...The last words were swallowed in my stomach and left in my guilty heart.

It was Ji Linchuan's idea that he could get the money to buy Pinfang Pavilion.Qingbo has lived here for most of his life, and now even if he dies, he doesn't want to be involved in Pinfang Pavilion. It can be seen that he has deep feelings for this place, and he, Yan Cangling, can't do much, but it is still possible to take care of these poor people for Qingbo.

With Yan Cangling's guarantee, Huayan beamed and immediately agreed to hand over Pinfang Pavilion, but Yan Cangling had no intention of taking over Pinfang Pavilion at this moment, so he only asked her, "Where is Mengrong?"

However, Hua Yan's answer disappointed everyone.

"I don't know, the night before, Meng Rong suddenly appeared in the room of the slave, and handed over everything to the slave, so that the slave must guard the Pinfang Pavilion for her sister, and then she left. She Ever since she was hidden by Miss Qingbo, no one in the pavilion knew where she was, and her sudden appearance the night before was also a scare to me."

"Then what do you think of her complexion or complexion?"

Huayan slightly frowned Liu Yemei, and tried her best to recall: "I see that she looks pretty good, but she is not in a good mood, her eyes are red, she seems to have cried before."

Yan Cangling frowned, and glanced at Le Ziyou. He remembered that he had given Mengrong a nightmare before. If so, Mengrong must be in a trance.But as soon as he thought about it, he suddenly realized that Qingbo is a good sister, how could she really refuse to save Mengrong, because she hid Mengrong so well that no one would know.

When Mengrong appeared, there were tears in her eyes, and if she could make the decision to hand over Pinfang Pavilion to Huayan, then she must have learned about Qingbo's death from nowhere.In this way, why did Mengrong hand over Pinfang Pavilion, and where would she go after she handed over?

Could it be... Yan Cangling was startled suddenly, he thought of it!