Son, "Brother... I'm the daughter of the Chen family."
Li Zhongqian was stunned, and smiled and rubbed the top of her hair: "I already knew, Mingyue slave, brother doesn't care, you will always be my sister."
When he knew about Yaoying's life, he sat for a whole day without feeling angry. Her biological parents were killed in the war, and her family was estranged from her blood. The grievances of the previous generation would not affect the relationship between their brothers and sisters. , he was more happy for Yaoying.
She is not Li De's daughter. If her biological parents had not died, they would have loved her very much.
"If you want to pay homage to your parents, ask Tamara to accompany you." Li Zhongqian smiled, "Even if you haven't given birth to you, you should go to pay homage. Du Sinan said in the letter that they thought you died in the fire of war. I set up a tomb for you, but unfortunately I missed you."
Yaoying hummed and stopped Li Zhongqian's arm.
"Brother, let's go back to Jingnan to pay homage to my uncle and the others."
Li Zhongqian raised his mouth and nodded.
After walking down the long steps, the personal soldiers drove over with a carriage surrounded by them. Yaoying boarded the carriage, leaned against the wall of the carriage, and fell asleep with her eyes closed.
The carriage swayed down the pitted mountain road, the dim lights entered the carriage from the curtain of the carriage, and the footsteps were chaotic. Li Xuanzhen mobilized a lot of people tonight, and everything was messy.
Yao Ying suddenly woke up, suddenly opened the curtain, and met a pair of quiet blue eyes.
She smiled, was exhausted, and lay in front of the car window: "Luo Jia, I knew you would guard me."
Just like in Gaochang.
"You've been following me, haven't you? Was it you who shot the arrow in the Li Palace?"
With a calm expression on his face, Tamaroga didn't seem to be caught in the slightest embarrassment. He nodded, frowning lightly, "Go to sleep."
Yaoying reached for his sleeve, "you come in and accompany me."
Tamara was silent, pulled the reins, turned over and dismounted, got into the carriage, and his own soldiers took his horse.
Yaoying was afraid of delaying the opportunity and kept going. She hadn't seen Tamara for several days. She knew that he would follow her. Every time she blew the whistle, she could feel that he was by her side. She knew that he was by her side. Everything is safe.
She asked him to sit back, sat on his lap, hooked his neck, and with a bang, kissed him on the side of the cheek.
"Didn't you promise me not to let Wang Tingren enter Beijing?"
They returned to the Central Plains together, and parted ways on the outskirts of the city a few days ago. She took a light cavalry first, and Tamara promised to wait for her outside the city. If something happened to her and Li Zhongqian, he would reappear.
Tan Moraga bowed her head, tightened her arms, and kissed the top of Yaoying's hair.
"I'm Princess Wen Zhao's lover." He whispered.
Since she is her lover, and she returns to Beijing, of course he has to follow her closely.
Yaoying chuckled lightly, smelling the familiar smell on his body, she only had peace and ironing in her heart, exhaustion surged up again, and she fell asleep.
Thammaraja kissed her hair on the temples.
Tomorrow, he can show up.
She once left Chang'an miserably in the tears of the common people. This time, he personally came to the Wei Dynasty to ask for marriage, picked her up, and let laughter replace her painful memories.
In the long road of life, they walked side by side, and she stayed together forever.