The carriage bumped all the way and drove into Ruan Town when the sky was slightly light!
General Yan was extremely happy when he saw Xuanyuan Yifei being escorted back by the soldiers. He praised Bei Mu Kuang loudly: "He is indeed our king of Bei Mu!"
Bei Mu Qingye looked at all this with a smile on his face!
"Come on, Qingcheng." Bei Mu, who had already gotten out of the car, turned around and extended his hand to Qingcheng who was in the car.
Qingcheng didn't help him, but stretched out his hand to grab the shaft tree and jumped down directly.
"Sister! You're back!" Yanyan shouted happily, running over like a bird. Qingcheng, who had just stood firm, calmed down, and before he could agree, suddenly there was a rolling feeling in his stomach, and he hurriedly ran to the
He squatted down and vomited desperately.
"Are you okay?" Bei Mukuang stood behind Qingcheng for a moment before he decided to lean down and pat her back gently.
"Maybe it was too bumpy on the way! Just go in and have a rest!" Yanyan glanced at Bei Mukuang strangely, walked over and explained softly, picked up the pale and weak Qingcheng, turned around and walked towards the house.
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"Qingcheng!" Xuanyuan Yifei, who was being escorted by soldiers from a distance, struggled to a stop, called out softly and looked over, his eyes full of worry.
Qingcheng looked up when he heard the sound, and saw that although his body was covered in stains and his hands were cut behind his back by soldiers, his face was still arrogant. He turned to look at her, still standing upright like a king.
"Let's go!" The soldier behind him pushed him and shouted softly.
"Let's go!" Qingcheng turned away and said to Yanyan, his voice a little weak.
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Cangzhou, which was originally empty, was captured by General Yan long before Bei Mu Kuang came back. Shocked by the news that Xuanyuan Yifei had been captured, Tianchen's generals were leaderless and immediately retreated and were completely defeated.
At the time of reincarnation at midnight, Qingcheng, who could not sleep, thought of Xuanyuan Chengtian who lived far away in the cold mountains with Qingdeng: I wonder if he misses her as much as she does at this moment?
Maybe the feeling of missing someone is really like drinking a glass of ice-cold water and then turning it into tears.
Looking out the window at the overwhelmingly dense night, the memories of the past rushed through Qingcheng's heart. The perfection that could have been easily achieved with Chengtian was torn into pieces and turned into pieces because of her inability to see clearly.
She was riddled with wounds; Tianchen, which was supposed to be peaceful and peaceful for the people, fell into a war because of her!
Perhaps it was God's punishment for her, but Chengtian, who still loved her deeply, did not remember her!
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In the dark night, a ray of fire tore open the curtain of the night and burst into Qingcheng's eyes. The noise from far and near broke the silence that the night should have. Jier, the noise of shouting and killing disturbed Qingcheng.
Cheng's thoughts also awakened Yanyan from her sleep.
She was startled for a moment, then immediately turned over and sat up, quickly put on her clothes, picked up the double sword under the pillow and blew it out like the wind: "There is a night attack!"
Qingcheng also dressed in panic and followed him out.
In the dungeon of the mansion, there are longing figures, the lights are brightly lit, and there are shouts of killing,,,
Qingcheng walked over hurriedly and stood at the outside from a distance. Qingcheng saw his father, a general, protecting Xuanyuan Yifei while he was surrounded by Beimu soldiers and fought with all his strength.
Bei Mu sat high on his horse and sneered at this, looking at the chaos with a nonchalant smile.
Qingcheng stood far away, watching those people fighting and killing.
Blood, death, the rise and fall of the world,,, in her eyes at this time, are just a drop in the ocean. She just wants to be an ordinary woman, guarding her beloved like many ordinary women, and how close to the beloved life is.
As a child, Buyi Muchai lived an ordinary life!
The Qingcheng men passed an unmanned war horse, turned around and left, hiding the fight behind them in the night. With vague memories, the horses galloped all the way towards the temple with Chengtian outside Ruan Town.
After wandering around all night, the sky finally turned white, and Qingcheng dragged his extremely tired body to the temple with the sky.
"Dong" "Dong",,,,
Qingcheng's hand knocking on the door was a little weak, and the thick temple door finally opened slowly, revealing a familiar face.
"Chengtian!" Qingcheng called out with joy, a burst of blood filled his forehead, his vision went dark, and all the Japanese troops passed by.
It was already noon when Qingcheng woke up. She sat up in shock as she called Chengtian's name. As soon as she recognized the immortal, she immediately looked around the room, looking for Chengtian's shadow.
"Donor!" the old abbot shouted and saluted Qingcheng and his party.
"Where is Chengtian?" Qingcheng pulled the abbot and asked urgently.
"Is this what the donor said?"
"Hmm." Qingcheng glanced at the disciples behind the abbot: "Where did he go?"
"Donor, Liao Chen doesn't want to see you!" The abbot said and couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, he doesn't want to see you anymore, so why do you have to bother with it?"
"Doesn't he even want to see his own child?" Qingcheng looked at the old abbot intently and asked in a deep voice.
The abbot was stunned!
Qingcheng stretched out her wrist without waiting for him to speak.
The abbot reached out his hand and carefully picked it up. After a while, his fingers trembled slightly and he left.
These days, she has been having a bad appetite, and she keeps vomiting when she moves a little bit! She must be pregnant, and she is not nauseated by the sight of death, as Bei Mu Kuang and others think, and she feels like vomiting at the slightest bump!
She has a child, and it’s Chengtian’s, so they should be inseparable!
"donor,,,,"
"Old monk, do you still want to break up our family?" Qingcheng said loudly without waiting for the abbot to speak.
"Ah Amitabha! Sin, sin, sin!" the abbot drank again.
Qingcheng couldn't wait any longer and jumped down, pushed the door open and ran out, shouting loudly: "Chengtian, Chengtian."
I searched all over the temple and finally found him in the Buddhist hall. He was sitting on his knees on a futon, with his eyes closed, knocking on wooden fish and chanting scriptures!
"Chengtian!" Qingcheng walked over, stood in front of him and called softly.
He seemed confused and didn't even open his eyes, but his hands struck faster and the scriptures in his mouth began to get messed up!
"You remember me, right?" Qingcheng stared at him for a moment, then snatched the small wooden hammer from his hand and looked at him and said loudly.
He slowly opened his eyes, looked at Qingcheng without any surprise, and slightly opened his lips: "Donor!"
Qingcheng couldn't help but feel a burst of unknown fire in his heart: He clearly remembered her, but he still tried hard not to recognize her!
"Chengtian, how long do you want to avoid me?"
The pain on his face disappeared quickly, and his bright eyes stared at her with a trace of tangled pain. He said nothing, turned around and wanted to leave.
"Chengtian, don't you even want to recognize your own child?" Qingcheng shouted to him, his voice choked with sobs.
The figure in front stiffened and stopped.
Qingcheng quickly stepped forward, hugged him from behind and cried: "Chengtian, I already have a child, he is yours!"