Fast-Crossing Woman with Upper Manual

Chapter 200: Shadow Queen (seventy)

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As a mortal Qinyue entered the cycle of reincarnation, Mo Yan worked hard to find another soul-fixing treasure for her, the soul-locking button.

The matter between him and his second daughter, Min Rou, began at this time. Min Rou was the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister of Qin at the time. She is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is the first talented woman in Qin.

And this kind of her, she should have been aloof, looking down on sentient beings. However, he fell in love with only a quick glance, and since then he secretly promised, looking for the whereabouts of the soul-locking button in the mortal world.

There are no absolutes in the world, perhaps due to fate, the soul-locking buckle is actually hidden in the prime minister's mansion, but for some unknown reason, no matter what the method is, he can't find the soul-locking buckle, but the breath of the soul-locking button tells Mo Yan, this thing is in the Prime Minister's Mansion!

The Supreme Sect is a person who cultivates immortality and has already left the mortal womb, so even if Mo Yan annihilated the Supreme Sect, he would still attract enemies instead of heavenly soldiers and generals. Now that Lock Soul is in the hands of a mortal, he can no longer use bloody means to snatch it like the Supreme Sect.

Because that would inevitably attract chase from Heaven.

Maybe it was because Min Rou was approached for other purposes at the beginning, and Min Rou was too different. She obviously looked so soft, but she dared to openly reject the emperor’s marriage in the presence of her father, a hundred civil and military officials. , An arrogant, cold and dusty.

In the end, she finally got her wish and married Mo Yan, who had hidden her identity. Except for never touching her, Mo Yan was very kind to her, so good that she once suspected that she was living in a dream, until, she met, I don’t know how many lives in reincarnation. For Qinyue, she discovered that her husband hadn't been heartless, but that he hadn't taken care of her.

He was kind to her only out of guilt.

But Min Rou had already deep-rooted her love for Mo Jie. Even if she knew the cruel truth, she still remained obsessed with her, and she was too obsessed with it, but she ruined herself.

At that time, the peerless and talented woman was only twenty-five years old. At the age of eighteen, she openly confronted the emperor and decided to choose love. This became a popular story between men and women among the people. However, seven years later, he passed away.

The beginning of the story is also the end.

Min Rou waited for Mo Yan year after year, he guarded Qin Yue at the door, and she waited for Mo Yan outside the door.

Come every year, and leave every year disappointed.

In her heart, she is waiting for the spring and summer to paint for her, and Qiu Dong knows her cold and warm Mojun, not this, who loves others—

Unfortunately, she was destined to be unable to wait...

It's another New Year. The streets of Luoyang are full of colorful lights. The whole moat reflects the starlight of the river. The sky is blooming fireworks, red and green, and beautiful and dazzling. The beauty that passed away in a flash, so much like her once...

Min Rou sat on the eaves, her body fluttering, as if a gust of wind could blow her away. She still carried the palace lantern in her hand, on which was painted a half-open orchid, which was her favorite flower, made by Mo Yan and gave it to her on her birthday.

She just sat quietly, isolated from the crowds, and people couldn't see her. There was a boat passing by in the river below, and several pairs of gifted men and beautiful women were drinking and composing poems under the lights hanging on the bow of the boat. Min Rou looked at it, the corners of her eyes were a little red, she raised her head, unwilling to let the tears fall.

Two hundred years, Min Rou, do you have to wait any longer

"Puff-"

The sound of splashing water awakened the gentleness who was immersed in the past. Someone shouted from the shore with a sharp voice, "Oh, someone has fallen into the water!"

"Hurry up and save people!"