Death is like a lamp going out, there is no reincarnation.
But he is different from Yan Xiao.
When the ancient god son Nvwa and the high priest Tianyu are reborn, he and Yan Xiao will also be reborn.
This fragmented memory is the last story between him and Yan Xiao.
When everything revived in the winter in the imperial capital and strange phenomena appeared in the sky, he suddenly woke up: Nvwa and Tianyu were back.
He is also back, so Yanxiao must be somewhere in the world.
Fortunately, he and she were not separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but were in the same imperial capital. He no longer had to travel across mountains and rivers to find her.
If that's the case, let's figure it out slowly.
He has always been a very patient person.
So, he cut off all the rotten peach branches that she shouldn't have, including Mr. Xue, who is now the prince's family.
Knowing that she was obsessed with writing storybooks, he used this as an excuse to get close to her.
All in all, they were lovers in the last life, and she is destined to be his woman in this life.
Nanming reached out and gently touched the butterfly birthmark behind Feng Weihuan's ear, and said softly: "If you really can't remember it, that's okay, you will fall in love with me again."
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Feng Weihuan woke up in a daze, unable to tell what night it was and where she was.
"Qiqiao..." He called his personal maid out of habit, but there was only a faint echo in the cold air.
Feng Weihuan was stunned for a moment, and finally remembered everything that happened today.
Her scalp was numb, and she sat up suddenly, groping in the dark to find the little guy: "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu..."
no respond.
She was so frightened that her voice changed: "Xiaoyu, where are you? Xiaoyu——"
His hand touched a piece of warmth, and then, a voice as warm as the rising sun came: "The young prince is fine."
Nanming lit up the fire folding bag, and when he saw the wind, his eyes turned red with joy. He quickly transferred the fire folding bag to his left hand and picked up the little guy on one side with his right hand.
Feng Weihuan leaned over, took the little guy, looked up and down carefully, and made sure that the child was just in a coma, and his heart, which was about to be frightened to death, came back to life.
Sniffing, she secretly took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down: "Are we still in the cave?"
"Yes."
"Master Nan, what happened just now?"
"I don't know. I remember that we were walking out. At that time, I felt a cold feeling on my back and I fell unconscious. Later, I woke up again when I heard the voice of the princess in a daze."
Nanming made an excuse casually. Of course he was not woken up by Feng Weihuan's shout. On the contrary, Feng Weihuan woke up after he unblocked his sleeping point.
But how did Feng Weihuan know that the person sitting in front of her was a wolf in sheep's clothing?
Hearing what Nan Ming said, she got goosebumps all over her body. She couldn't help but hug the little guy in her arms tightly, and said in a low voice: "There is something wrong with this place, let's leave quickly."
Nan Ming echoed: "I think it's weird here too, let's go." As he said that, he stood up and stretched out his hand towards Feng Weihuan: "I'll hold the little prince."
"No, no, no, your feet..."
"It seems a lot better, which is strange..." Nan Ming took a few steps steadily to confirm that his feet were fine.
Feng Weihuan was startled again and couldn't help but look at the strange statue.
