Yan Chuan and Meng Wenruo waited quietly outside the house!
Yan Chuan felt this sad song in his heart. Www,QuANbEn-XiAoShUo,CoM
"Ding!"
The last sound of the piano fell, and the surroundings fell silent.
The birds flying around the sky are still a little bit different at this moment, and they circled for a while before slowly flying away.
In the patio, a beautiful woman dressed in white gauze, with a beauty mole at the corner of her eye, adds a sense of maturity. Put your hands on the strings, look up at the sky, and sigh slightly.
"Ugh!"
A soft sigh fell in Yan Chuan's ears outside the house, but his heart felt heavy.
"Miss, Teacher Meng Wenruo, Dazhen Sheng is here!" a Confucian cultivator shouted into the room.
With a report, Meng Rongrong's expression in the patio changed, and she looked a little panicked.
"Miss?" Confucianism shouted outside the room.
Only then did Meng Rongrong come back to her senses.
"Let them come in!" Meng Rongrong bit her lip and said.
"Yes!"
"Two please!" Confucianism led the way.
Yan Chuan and Meng Wenruo walked slowly into the hall.
Meng Rongrong had already arrived in the hall.
Meng Rongrong clenched her fists tightly, but deliberately avoided Yan Chuan, but looked at Meng Wenruo.
"Brother, why are you here?" Meng Rongrong asked.
Yan Chuan looked at Meng Rongrong and saw the tightness of Meng Rongrong's body at the moment, frowned slightly, and sighed slightly in his heart.
"This is the place where my father died. I will naturally come to worship, little sister, I heard someone came to trouble you before?" Meng Wenruo asked.
"I have been sent away, but I saved their lives and want to lead the mastermind!" Meng Rongrong said.
"The mastermind?" Meng Wenruo's eyes were cold.
From Meng Rongrong's tone, Meng Wenruo can tell that someone specifically targeted Meng Rongrong. My father is dead, and now my relatives are just this little sister. Who dares to deal with the little sister
"Little girl, this matter is left to me, I want to see who is so bold and dare to hit the little girl with the idea!" There was a cold light in Meng Wenruo's eyes.
"Yeah!" Meng Rongrong nodded.
Although Meng Rongrong felt that she could handle this matter, since her brother had opened his mouth to protect her, Meng Rongrong also inherited this sibling affection.
"Rongrong, this is the sage!" Meng Wenruo said to Meng Rongrong.
Obviously, Meng Rongrong didn't look at Yan Chuan straight from the beginning, making Meng Wenruo extremely embarrassed and wanted to ease the atmosphere.
Meng Rongrong frowned and looked at Yan Chuan.
"Little girl!" Meng Wenruo said slightly anxiously.
"Brother, you go to pay homage to your father, I have something to talk to Yan Chuan!" Meng Rongrong bit her lip and said.
"Huh?" Meng Wenruo was slightly startled.
Obviously, except for Yan Chuan and Meng Rongrong, no third person knew about the affairs of the Bright World.
"Go!" Yan Chuan also said to Meng Wenruo.
Meng Wenruo looked at Yan Chuan blankly, and then at Meng Rongrong blankly, and suddenly felt that the tone of the two people's words was a bit wrong. There seems to be something.
"Holy Master, the little sister is young and ignorant, and there is nothing to be done. I hope that the Holy Master will not be offended!" Meng Wenruo respectfully said.
"Go, don't worry, nothing will happen!" Yan Chuan nodded with a wry smile.
Meng Wenruo nodded blankly.
Meng Wenruo stepped out of the hall.
"Marina!"
The door of the hall closed suddenly.
Meng Wenruo stared at the door of the hall blankly, completely at a loss. Rao is Meng Wenruo with superb wisdom, and at this moment he can't see through the weird scene in front of him.
Shaking his head, Meng Wenruo stopped paying attention, but flew towards Fengyin and Yang.
"Master Feng, please point me to the place where my father was attacked and killed by Li Canghai!" Meng Wenruo solemnly said.
"Yeah!" Feng Yinyang nodded.
Soon, the two came to the place where Mencius was besieged.
"It's here!" Feng Yin Yang said.
Not far away, a snow valley.
In the snow valley, there is an incense case. The spiritual position of Mencius is placed on the incense table.
In front of the spiritual position, at this moment, there is a woman in red wearing a fragrance, paying homage.
"Sanniang? Why are you here?" Meng Wenruo flew over in surprise.
Feng Yin Yang also recognized the woman in red at a glance.
Su Sanniang, Meng Wenruo's wife.
Seeing the husband and wife get together, Feng Yin and Yang also stepped back.
Su Sanniang, a disciple of Meng Ziqiu, and Meng Wenruo grew up with a childhood sweetheart. On the day of their wedding, they were abducted by Daojun Youyue, the holy place of the original Jokhang, as the wife of his previous life. Later, under the arrangement of Yan Chuan, Meng Wenruo and Su Sanniang returned reconcile.
Su Sanniang is on the fragrance. Meng Wenruo fell aside.
"Sanniang, why are you here?" Meng Wenruo asked softly.
"Huh!" Su Sanniang twisted her head and her eyes were reddish.
"Sanniang, don't cry, what's the matter?" Meng Wenruo shouted suddenly.
"Meng Ziqiu is your father and my teacher. I was brought up by the teacher since I was a child. The hatred of killing the teacher is not shared, but you didn't bring me here!" Su Sanniang said aggrieved.
"Uh, this trip to South Shenzhou is extremely dangerous, so I...!" Meng Wenruo said in embarrassment.
"If you don't bring me, I will let the little girl bring me. I must watch Li Canghai die, I must!" Su Sanniang said stubbornly with red eyes.
With a wry smile, Meng Wenruo sighed slightly: "Okay, I am wrong. When I kill Li Canghai, I will definitely let you be by my side!"
"Yeah!" Su Sanniang lost his anger a little.
Su Sanniang again lit a stick of incense and handed it to Meng Wenruo.
Meng Wenruo nodded and put a stick of incense on his father.
The husband and wife hugged each other, looking at the spiritual position, their faces were sad.
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In the hall of Meiling House.
Yan Chuan and Meng Rongrong sat face to face. There is a pot of tea on the table.
Meng Rongrong looked down at her teacup, her fingers slowly sliding on the rim of the teacup. The brow furrowed deeply, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.
The events of that year are vividly remembered.
As for Yan Chuan, he was looking at Meng Rongrong at the moment, with a wave of guilt and pity in his eyes.
The two were silent for a long time, and neither of them spoke.
Yan Chuan swallowed the cup of tea in one gulp.
"Rongrong, did you open the box I asked Dongfang Zheng to give you?" Yan Chuan asked.
Meng Rongrong bit her lip and said nothing.
Yan Chuan smiled bitterly.
"What happened back then, I didn't mean it, these years, I have suffered you!" Yan Chuan sighed slightly.
Meng Rongrong's nose sore, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Yan Chuan.
Looking at Meng Rongrong's slightly moist eyes, Yan Chuan also felt a pain in his heart.
It turned out that things shouldn't have happened like this.
"Yan Chuan, let me ask you, have you liked me?" Meng Rongrong's eyes flashed with firmness.
Yan Chuan looked at Meng Rongrong's earnest eyes, and suddenly felt the same.
"Yes!" Yan Chuan nodded.
Back then, at Julu Academy, Meng Rongrong kept running for Yan Chuan secretly. Although most people didn't know it, Yan Chuan knew it clearly. Although he never said it, Yan Chuan was still very moved.
Everything could develop slowly, but it happened that the Bright Realm got out of control.
When Meng Rongrong heard Yan Chuan's words, it seemed certain in her heart.
Biting her lip, Meng Rongrong was silent for a while and said, "I will be your queen!"
To be a queen? Yan Chuan showed a look of surprise.
It's not that Yan Chuan didn't want to, but that Yan Chuan understood Meng Rongrong's character, a woman who was soft on the outside and strong on the inside. This shouldn't have come from Meng Rongrong's mouth.
However, since he spoke today, Yan Chuan understood instantly. This is a person who loves him thoroughly, so he can let go of all his dignity.
"Good, good!" Yan Chuan said with great emotion.
"I have only one husband, and my husband must also have only my wife. I will be your queen and give birth to you. I can do any of your requirements, but I only ask you to have only one wife!" Meng Rongronghong Looking forward to the eyes.
Yan Chuan suddenly looked at Meng Rongrong, frowning deeply.
"I've been to Yanjing secretly, I've seen Zizi, she is still a virgin, you are nameless!" Meng Rongrong looked at Yan Chuan expectantly.
At this moment, Yan Chuan had only bitterness in his eyes.
A woman in front of her who was deeply attached to herself was confessing to herself that she wanted to agree, but she was suffering very much in her heart.
At this moment, Yan Chuan suddenly felt very guilty. I feel that I am really too bastard in terms of feelings.
But, let Yan Chuan give up Zizi? Give up Mo Yuxi? Give up on the eightyth wife Zhao Afang
Yan Chuan raised his head and smiled bitterly. Suddenly roasted!
Seeing Yan Chuan's expression, Meng Rongrong immediately understood Yan Chuan's thoughts, and a painful despair flashed in his eyes.
"I understand, you don't like me, you only like yourself. You go out, you go out, I don't want to see you again!" Meng Rongrong suddenly sobbed.
"Rongrong!" Yan Chuan said softly.
"Get out!" Meng Rongrong said sadly with tears.
Yan Chuan was also flustered at the moment. Looking at Meng Rongrong pity, she didn't know how to speak for a while.
"Get out!" Meng Rongrong cried and cried.
Yan Chuan closed his eyes for a while, and walked towards the door. At this moment, Yan Chuan really wanted to divide himself into several parts.
Open the door of the hall. Yan Chuan stepped out of the hall with a heavy heart.
"Marina!"
The hall slammed shut.
Meng Rongrong turned over and took out a jade box, hugged it on the box, crying for a while.
The jade box was handed to Meng Rongrong by Yan Chuantuo Dongfangzheng.
The jade box is intact, and the seal on it is intact, obviously it has never been opened.
After crying for a long time, Meng Rongrong looked at the jade box, grabbed the jade box and wanted to smash it, but she didn't hold back half of it. Unlocking the ban gently, opening the jade box for the first time.
Open the jade box, there is nothing too expensive in it, only a small piece of paper with some words written on it.
While crying, Meng Rongrong watched. I saw it read:
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The cymbal is pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. Recalling from it, the road is hindered and long. Traveling backwards from it, just in the middle of the water.
Jiajia 萋萋, white dew is not Xi. The so-called Iraqi people are in the Mae on the water. After retrospectively following it, the road is hindered and ascends. Traveling back from it, I am in the water.
The cymbals are plucked, and the white dew is not there. The so-called Iraqi people are in the river of water. Go back from the road, resistance and right. Traveling backwards from it, just drowning in the water.
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This is a love poem, the original apology and miss that Yan Chuan wrote to Meng Rongrong.
Seeing that he understood the content of the poem, Meng Rongrong's crying became quieter and wiped away her tears. Meng Rongrong's face showed an unexplained smile, but this smile was quickly drowned in sorrow.
ps: First!