Chang Zhen watched as Ling Yao drank the chicken soup one gulp at a time, her complexion turned slightly rosy, Chang Zhen suddenly felt a pain in her heart, seeing Ling Yao's pale and weak appearance, she must have had a bad time in the capital, both General Qu's daughter, why did Ling Yao have to carry out such a difficult mission? When will she be able to stay with Ling Yao
Is it because Ling Yao inherited his mother's ability
Changzhen's heart was full of pity for Ling Yao, but it was inconvenient to say it out. The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, and her eyes became moist unconsciously. She was afraid that Ling Yao would see her crying and make her miss her family even more, so she decided to Wanting to turn around and leave, she turned her head and said to Ling Yao: "It's getting late, I'll come and see you some other day."
Before Ling Yao could say anything, Chang Zhen stood up holding back tears and pushed open the door of the inn to go out. In a small alley outside the inn, Chang Zhen covered her face with trembling hands. After a long time, she moved away tremblingly. Tears flowed wantonly on that sad face. How much she wanted to take Ling Yao back Ah, but she knew in her heart that it was not possible.
And at this moment, why isn't Ling Yao in the inn sad? After Chang Zhen went out, she slowly put down the bowl, staring straight at the bed board, while her hands kept clenching her fists tightly, as if she had used all the strength in her body. Suddenly, she relaxed again, covering her whole body with the quilt, "Woooooooooo..."
A loud choking sound came out from under the quilt. When will this kind of day end! Ling Yao roared in his heart, but he didn't dare to shout out loud. His helplessness, grief, and anger seemed to all turn into a boulder pressing on his chest. The pain made her unable to breathe, and her fingers with white knuckles were now numb due to tightly grasping the quilt. Gradually, Ling Yao became weaker and weaker as she cried more and more. She told herself over and over in her heart that she couldn't give up, and she was still waiting. An opportunity, waiting to get something. Thinking of this, Ling Yao's crying gradually became quieter, and finally, she had cried enough, the stubborn and cold expression returned to her face, wiped away the tears, and Ling Yao left the inn.
In the Palace of the Seventh Prince, Fenghuang and Yang Tingjing were drinking tea and admiring the flowers. They had been busy for so many days, and they both wanted to take a rest. Fenghuang and Yang Tingjing walked slowly hand in hand, the afternoon sun warmed the back garden, the air was slightly moist, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers, Fenghuang lazily sucked the air in the air. The sweet breath suddenly sneezed, and when Yang Tingjing heard it, he quickly took off his cloak and put it on for her, and said with concern: "What's the matter, is it a little cold here? How about we go back? "
Looking at his nervous expression, Fenghuang burst out laughing with a "puchi", and said, "Your lord is nervous, I'm fine, it's just that the flowers are too fragrant for a while and I just don't get used to it." Yang Tingjing heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled. Phoenix's shoulder said: "Now that you are pregnant, you should be more careful."
Fenghuang's face was slightly red, and she joked: "Then I really don't know, do you love our children or me?" Yang Tingjing laughed "haha" when she heard that, since Fenghuang After having a child, Zhenzhen became more and more lovely. He was just about to dismiss it when suddenly a white dove hovered low above his head. When Fenghuang saw it, he said, "I must be looking for someone from Li Xiang. I have news." , take a look."
Yang Tingjing nodded, and stretched out his hand to catch the pigeon. He deftly took out the letter paper from the pigeon's leg, unfolded it and read it. Under the sun, Yang Tingjing's already fair skin was covered with a layer of golden yellow, making him look extraordinarily delicate. A pair of black and white eyes shone with wisdom. Fenghuang stood aside and just stared at Yang Tingjing blankly. face, I forgot to go up to read the contents of the letter.
Yang Tingjing read the letter silently, did not speak for a while, and sighed involuntarily after reading it. When Fenghuang heard his voice, he came back to his senses and asked, "Have you found out where Li Xiang is?"
Yang Tingjing looked at Fenghuang, nodded solemnly, then helped Fenghuang to sit down, and began to explain to her.
It turned out that this Li Xiang person is now in Miaojiang. Li Xiangren's father was originally the prince of Miaojiang, who held the whole area of Miaojiang in his hands, but the hero was sad and beautiful. He fell in love with Li Xiangren's mother, but she was from the Central Plains, so, in order to stay with his beloved, Li Xiangren's father gave up his status as the prince of Miaojiang, came to the Central Plains, and never returned to Miaojiang. Times have changed, and now the Wang family in Miaojiang is in chaos, and the king of Miaojiang died unexpectedly. In such an uneasy world, Li Xiangren, as the descendants of the previous generation of princes of Miaojiang, naturally has the right to compete for the position of the king of Miaojiang.
After hearing this, Fenghuang couldn't help opening his mouth slightly, feeling very surprised, so he raised his head and asked Yang Tingjing: "As far as I know, Li Xiangren is clearly a weird old man, he shouldn't be the kind of person who likes to play with power, why is he here?" How about going back to Miaojiang to fight for the throne?"
Yang Tingjing looked at Fenghuang and smiled, and said, "I knew you wanted to ask this question. According to what I know, this Li Xiangren's mother passed away at a young age, and her death was a bit strange. It is related to the Wang family of Xinjiang. Li Xiangren once promised his father that he would not enter Miao Xinjiang for 30 years, and now that the time has come, he will naturally go back."
Fenghuang nodded thoughtfully, but she didn't speak immediately, as if she was thinking about what she said earlier.
"So this time he went back for revenge?" Phoenix asked.
"It's uncertain, maybe it's revenge, maybe it's taking back the old things, maybe it's just to see where his father was when he was alive, what are you doing, don't worry about it." Yang Tingjing said helplessly.
"I know, I know, I'm pregnant, so I can't worry about it." Fenghuang said happily.
Regret of the Qi family is busy now, she doesn't know that Mr. Qi already knows everything, and still wants to go back to Miaojiang as she arranged before. Regret looked around, and saw a gourd on the ground in the corner, although it was complete but a bit old, she thought casually: Why don't I just use this to hold Gu worms
But on second thought, this is the "King of Ten Thousand Gu", so how can it be put in a dilapidated gourd casually? So she took the gourd back to her room, cleaned and dried it, and then carefully painted it with a new dark red paint. Is it enough to confuse the real with the fake? She picked a Gu worm that looked bigger, and after saying goodbye to Mr. Qi, she set foot on the road back to Miaojiang.