In Ran Mofeng's warm tent on a spring night, Leng Yuhan didn't know day and night, and spent two whole days feeling infinitely pampered.

By the time Leng Yuhan woke up from his bed at noon on the third day, Huang Nu's army had already entered the gate of Luoshui City.

It is less than a hundred meters away from the border defense office in Luoshui City.

Revisiting the old place is infinitely sentimental!

The sad past of the past is still vivid in my mind, leaving only a few broken echoes of memory, which is as cold as ice.[

After exchanging city defense tokens with Zhang Manzhi, the county magistrate who was guarding the city, Leng Yuhan galloped on his horse to the Guihuang Inn that he had visited before, stepped off his horse, and stood in front of the inn's door.

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Due to a fire a few months ago, the inn has now been reduced to ruins, and the peace and tranquility of the past are long gone.

There are only a few bones in the courtyard, which seems to be a reminder of the brutal fighting that took place here. Leng Yuhan stepped on the layers of bones with an expression of indifference.

"Why did you come to this place?"

Mo Yuzhuang, who had not seen Leng Yuhan since she first fell into the water, didn't need to guess where Leng Yuhan would appear.

"Yuzhuang, do you still remember everything that happened here three months ago?"

With a cold tone, unlike his usual smile, Leng Yuhan looked back at Mo Yuzhuang, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"The trip into the water and almost death, how could Yuzhuang forget that?"

Standing quietly behind Leng Yuhan, Mo Yuzhuang silently stared at the small courtyard where things and people were different, and there was desolation everywhere.

"I will never forget those hatreds. I will slowly appreciate those hatreds. I will also savor those hurts."

Closing her eyes, Leng Yuhan recalled in silence and loneliness, it was a regret that she did not want to remember.

"Whether it's revenge or hatred, even if it's hurt, Yuzhuang will always be by Yan'er's side. Yan'er will never be alone."

He has always wanted to be the support of the woman around him, and he has always wanted to protect the woman who refused to trust anyone in his arms. Mo Yuzhuang did not lament that the world is unpredictable, but lamented that people's wishes were not always fulfilled.

"Yuzhuang, I want to ask you something."

He leaned closer to Mo Yuzhuang, and with a little space between his fingers, Leng Yuhan leaned in Mo Yuzhuang's arms as if he was leaning on her, and spoke in an unusually calm voice.

"explain!"

Mo Yu's face darkened. In ten years, Shi Hanyan had never said the word "begging" to others so seriously.

"Don't be Lin's shadow anymore."

"In the heart of the prince, is it possible that Yuzhuang is not even qualified to be the shadow of Shangguan General?" [

The outstretched fingers suddenly stopped when they were about to touch Leng Yuhan's clothes. Mo Yuzhuang's figure trembled, and his words were as cold as water.

"Fool, when will Yuzhuang stop misunderstanding what I mean?"

Qian Ying turned around gently, Leng Yuhan caressed Mo Yu's overly beautiful cheek, and slowly put her lips to the cold-colored vermilion.

"No, no, don't touch me!"

The injured figure lost his soul and pulled away from the familiar warmth that spread to his lips. Mo Yuzhuang stood three meters away from Leng Yuhan, with a billowing coldness all over her body.

Anger is obvious!

"Yuzhuang?"

He knew very well why Mo Yuzhuang was angry, but Leng Yuhan didn't want to explain. He just stopped the hand that had followed him out, letting Mo Yuzhuang's clothes slip through her slender fingertips, and then slipped away.

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"Ten years have passed. In the heart of the prince, what does Yuzhuang mean? Is it the shadow of the shameless Shangguan Lin? Or is it just a slave for the prince? Or is it worse than a slave?"

There is always a layer of alienation in the care, and even after having a baby, you are still unwilling to tell the truth? No one can answer Mo Yuzhuang's sadness.

The corners of her lips twitched in pain, Mo Yuzhuang always hated the tears of men, so humble and insignificant.

Love can sometimes be very powerful, so powerful that it can make people forget about life;

Love can sometimes be very fragile, as fragile as a newborn baby that needs too many cries and tears to prove the existence of life.

Pursing her lips tightly, Leng Yuhan stared at the man who was trying to hold back his sadness without saying a word.

Some words don’t necessarily need to be spoken to be understood.

But some words must be spoken at the right time to make others clear.

Leng Yuhan was not sure whether the time was right now, so he chose to remain silent.

Leng Yuhan's uneasy hesitation appeared in Mo Yuzhuang's eyes, but it only turned into silent sarcasm and ridicule.

"Ha! After all, the life in the blink of an eye cannot compare to the childhood memories that the prince misses day and night. The prince has placed his heart on Yuzhuang, and Yuzhuang is destined to be unhappy."

Taking out the pink heart-shaped token that she always wore on her chest, Mo Yuzhuang tore it into two halves with a 'swish' sound in front of Leng Yuhan, threw it away at Leng Yuhan's feet, and pulled away.

go.

Leng Yuhan stood there in shock for a long time, then bent down and picked up the red heart made of 100 yuan that was torn by Mo Yuzhuang, and stared at it without saying a word.
Chapter completed!