wife and king

With bitterness in his eyes, Jiang Fenglai stabbed Ji Linchuan's chest a few times with bitterness in his every word: "We don't know who actually killed Mu Qing. After he left, we didn't hear from him again. When you see him, you are on the city wall."

Ji Linchuan's heart felt like being grabbed by a devil's claw, so tight that even his breath was filled with boundless pain, he unexpectedly, unexpectedly, he didn't even know the murderer who killed Yan Cangling!

What kind of pain and sorrow is this, seeing the decapitation of his sweetheart, but he can only cry, unable to take revenge...

Jiang Fenglai gritted his teeth, his emotions sank, and hesitantly said a vacillating sentence: "Muqing is the victim who went to save Mengrongyu, you said it would be Mengrong..."

Ji Linchuan refused to comment, his chest heaved and heaved, he suppressed the pain, and remained silent.Before the conclusion of the matter, he should not make random guesses and speculate on other people's intentions.However, he suddenly remembered the nightmare he had that day, the dream was already somewhat blurred to him now, but he vaguely remembered that in the dream, Yan Cangling kept asking: "Why, why."

What exactly happened made Yan Cangling keep asking "why".

Listening to that sound, it seemed that Yan Cangling was very angry.Then, the one who can make Yan Cangling so angry and ask "why" is really Mengrong?

How could Yan Cangling's body fall into the hands of the Western Regions? Could it be Mengrong?What exactly does Mengrong want to do?Do you want to betray Huan Dynasty and become a traitor?

"Damn it!" Ji Linchuan slammed his fist on the coffin, and veins stretched out on Ji Linchuan's forehead, "Could it be that we can't do anything!"

Jiang Fenglai replied to Ji Linchuan with silence. As time went by, Fang Shenshen said, "Maybe, it's not that nothing can be done. The front line is still fighting, and we still need help. Send troops. If Mu Qing is not here, the military will be in power." It's in your hands."

"In my hands? Heh, where is the tiger talisman?" Ji Linchuan asked dumbly, rolling his stiff eyes a little.

"There is no tiger talisman. Mu Qing never carried such a thing with him in order to avoid being taken away by others in an accident," Jiang Fenglai said in a low voice, "I think you also understand that he can command the three armies not by one piece." The cold tiger talisman, but his personal prestige."

Ji Linchuan forced a bitter smile: "I don't understand why, but he has prestige, and me, how can I order the three armies."

Jiang Fenglai was dumbfounded for a moment, and replied hesitantly: "Because you are his princess."

"Princess? Oh," Ji Linchuan stood up staggeringly, and walked towards the door silently with his hands down, "The prince is dead, so why should the concubine survive? Bury him, and don't let me see it, I... don't want to see it ..."

Yan Cangling was buried that night, but Ji Linchuan didn't go to see him. He cried in Chaolin Pavilion until his heart broke, his voice fell silent, his words choked up, and his tears dried up...

Outside Chaolin Pavilion, there was thunder and thunder, and the torrential rain became heavier and heavier. The lightning that exploded split Ji Linchuan's heart into two pieces, which could not be closed again.

Ji Linchuan slowly raised his eyes from his tear-wet long hair, the dazzling lightning pierced down like a sharp sword, and the dazzling white light illuminated the armor placed on his table at a glance——Jiang Fenglai removed all the objects on Yan Cangling's body, cleaned them and gave them to him. over him.

The cold hand touched the same cold armor, over and over again, Ji Linchuan touched it tirelessly.Before Yan Cangling left, the armor was still full of heat and heart, but now his hands were cold and lifeless.Before the armor drank the blood of its enemies, it became a relic in the arsenal.

The palm of his hand tightened suddenly, and Ji Linchuan's eyes were so dark that a ray of light emerged from the endless struggle in the abyss.This armor should not be left here, it should be left on the battlefield, drinking the enemy's blood drunk, watching the enemy die with a smile.

He suddenly stood up, rushed out of Chaolin Pavilion, and ran towards the place where Yan Cangling was buried with tears in his eyes: "Mu Qing, Mu Qing—"

The long sound pierced the air, like a drum beating on an empty mountain, and the lingering sound reverberated, and the burial stopped suddenly. Jiang Feng looked up from his tear-red eyes, and saw a blue dress coming through the heavy rain from the depths of the rain curtain.

Ji Linchuan cried and jumped to the bottom of the pit, disregarding everyone's obstruction, pushed open the lid of the coffin, and shouted Yan Cangling's name in a crazy hiss: "Mu Qing, Mu Qing—" His tears, mixed with the rain, splashed down the coffin In the middle, the rotting corpse was soaked.

"Mu Qing, Mu Qing—"

Jiang Fenglai pursed his lips tightly, and turned his head to the sky. The heavy raindrops fell into his eyes, hurting his eyes, and merged into waterlines, which slipped from the bottom of his eyes and rolled into his icy heart.

"Jing Han, get up, don't let the rain get him wet."

Jiang Fenglai comforted him, his voice was trembling, he bent down and pulled Ji Linchuan up from the bottom of the pit, half pulling and half pulling the ground, dragging him away from the coffin that was about to be closed.

"Let's go, Jing Han, don't look at it, don't look at it..."

"Let me look at him again, let me look at him again!" Struggling, hissing, but being dragged farther and farther by Jiang Fenglai, until he could no longer see the face that was close at hand, hear the familiar voice, and hug him. To that warm embrace.

——"After the wildfire burns, the weeds can still regenerate; the wind and rain will not break the pride of the poplar. As you said, today's defeat is just a life experience. If you lose all courage, this life will only be able to To be a useless person, to be supported by others, to be fed by others, to be dependent on others for the rest of your life, all revenge is vain! I can rekindle my fighting spirit that day, and I hope that you can also stand up in the future!"

Mu Qing, if there is no you in this world, who will support me to stand up...

boom!

"Jing Han—"

At that moment, Ji Linchuan fell down with tears in his eyes...

In a daze, Ji Linchuan was awakened by a furry thing.Opening his tired eyes, he vaguely saw a big furry head rubbing against his face.

"Ah?"

An unpleasant voice came out of his dry throat, Ji Linchuan swallowed foam to moisten his throat, and finally saw clearly the ahhh in front of him.

Catching Ji Linchuan's call, Ah Wu raised his head with teary eyes, and wiped away the tears from the corners of Ji Linchuan's eyes with his tongue.

"Ahhhhhh."

There was choking in the low cry, and tears hung from the corners of his eyes, but he was still wiping Ji Linchuan's tears tenaciously.

Ji Linchuan rubbed Ah Woo's furry head, and forced an ugly smile: "Ah Woo, thank you very much."

"Ahhhhhh," Ahhh licked Ji Linchuan's palm, arched his head, put it under Ji Linchuan's armpit, and pushed Ji Linchuan up with his head.

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"Ahhhhhh."

Ah Wu can only call out, but can't answer.In desperation, Ji Linchuan had no choice but to get out of bed and wash up.

Ahhh, seeing that Ji Linchuan recovered a little, he opened his mouth wide, revealing rows of sharp teeth, arched his head, and pushed Ji Linchuan out of Chaoling Pavilion again.

"Ahhh?" While walking forward in doubt, while looking at Ahhhh, Ji Linchuan frowned and walked slowly outside Chaolin Pavilion.

"Big brother, big brother!" There was a bang on the door, and Song Qingyang slammed in just as Ji Linchuan opened the door, and threw herself into Ji Linchuan's arms, "Big brother!" The voice raised, seemingly in a happy mood, but The tears in his eyes betrayed his mood.

"Qingyang, what's wrong?" Holding Song Qingyang in his arms, Ji Linchuan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and softened his voice, "Why did you wake up so early today?"

"It's getting late," Song Qingyang rubbed against Ji Linchuan's neck, her voice lowered to the valley, "It's almost noon. Big brother, I'm hungry," Song Qingyang blinked nimbly after rubbing his belly , "The sun is out, it's good for us to go out to eat, I'm tired of eating in the house."

"Is the sun out?" Ji Linchuan was in a trance for a while, and slowly let go of his sad eyes, and sent a glance to the outside world. It has been evaporated clean, only a small piece of water beach on the concave ground, which proves that there was a painful rain yesterday.

"Big brother, let's go out to eat and play, shall we?" Song Qingyang firmly grasped Ji Linchuan's lapel, shook it, and pressed it against his chest coquettishly, gasping softly, not showing any concern. When he went, he started to cry.

An Shunyan slipped out from nowhere, lying on Ji Linchuan's lap with a red nose, yelling that I want to go too, I want to go too.

"Ahhhhhh." Ahhhh also joined in the fun, screaming and running at Ji Linchuan's feet.

Inadvertently, squinting at Xu Songming and others hiding in the corner, the ice in Ji Linchuan's heart seemed to be melted by the scorching sun.

These people, they want the children to comfort me...

With gratitude to Xu Songming and others, Ji Linchuan took the children to the streets, but his heart was ashamed, how could he expect to see the color from the scorching sun.

Ji Linchuan always had a faint smile on his face, and he took the children to watch art on the street and buy things in the store, but under the smile, there was endless pain hidden.

Without Yan Cangling, Ji Linchuan's world suddenly collapsed, there is no color anymore, looking at the sky is like looking at a prison, looking at the earth is like looking at hell, everything that falls into his eyes changes taste and loses its true colors.

Sensing that Ji Linchuan was in a bad mood, the two children tried their best to please Ji Linchuan, and Ah Wu often rolled in front of Ji Linchuan, always thinking of getting back a little bit of Ji Linchuan's joy.

Ji Linchuan smiled without saying a word, silently rubbed the children's hair, and continued to lead them to roam around in the street, sometimes stopping to gaze at the scenery, sometimes in a daze, walking around aimlessly, walking To the end of the long street, to the corner where there is no one...

Until, when he heard the whispers of several people, he stopped his tired steps and froze there.