Yan Zhuangyuan is really good-looking and kind-hearted.

When she ensures that she is safe, she will definitely exchange it for him.

When he walked to West Street, Yan Can, who had been closed his eyes, suddenly spoke and said to the driver: "Stop at Qingheju."

There are many Liyuan zajus on the West Street. When the drivers are slower, Ji Shu can clearly hear the singing of the singer outside the car.

The famous memorial lyrics are sung: "If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. Ten years of life and death are vast. The face is covered with dust, the temples are like frost, and there is no place to talk about desolation for thousands of miles..."

The singing is clear, like the cool breeze stirs the water.

Yan Zhuangyuan, wearing a red robe, was attracted by the singing and gently tapped the table with his knuckles to beat the rhythm. The expression on his face unconsciously sank, looking a little dazed.

Prince Lingting was said to have known that when he was summoned by the late emperor, he knew that there might not be any good things waiting for him.

So he cut off his belt and left it to his beloved wife. Later, his wife heard about his death, held the belt and cried, refused to eat, and died for seven days.

It is said that before Prince Ling Ting's wife died, "If you go to heaven, I will find the ninth level of heaven; if you go to earth, I will chase you to the prison for vain death."

The carriage stopped with a squeak.

Qingheju has arrived.

Yan Can lifted the curtain of the car, and Ji Shu took the opportunity to leave the carriage and prepare to return to Qingsi Palace.

From afar, you can still hear the singing girl's sing.

If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. Life and death will be inseparable for ten years.

Ji Shu suddenly realized something was wrong.
Chapter completed!