Shen Qingfeng fell into Xue Cheng's arms, his body covered with thick blood. When he looked outside, he seemed to have passed through the scene in front of him and looked at the distant old time.
At that time, he followed Zhenbeihou from the ruined battlefield back to the bustling Chang'an Street.
The children of the noble family in Chang'an all hated and despised him as an unwanted orphan.
Although they did not dare to confront each other openly due to the majesty of Zhenbei Hou, they would subconsciously retreat to a distance of ten steps when seeing him.
It was like meeting the god of plague.
It’s also a New Year.
There was a grand banquet in the palace, with flowers blooming and fireworks splendidly lighting up the whole night. Everywhere you looked you looked at other people's relatives and friends, leaving only your own loneliness and desolation.
When he was about to leave the table early, Xue Cheng, dressed in red robes, walked up to him and fanned the beauty carelessly. The slightly messy black hair on his forehead showed a bit of unruliness. He looked like a cynical person at such a young age. The playboy narrowed his fox-like peach blossom eyes at him and said, "I see that Brother Shen has no one to accompany him. I wonder if Xue has such an honor?"
Shen Qingfeng looked at him blankly.
If he is like a glacier that cannot be melted, Xuecheng is that volcano.
It was obviously two extremes from him, but it touched his soul when he was young.
He didn't move, thinking that Xuecheng would flutter his sleeves and leave, but he didn't expect Xuecheng to close his fan with a "click" sound, hooked his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Brother Shen, why is he so reserved and reserved like a girl, setting off fireworks in front of him?" Well, Brother Shen will go with Xiao Hou."
There was a gentle breeze, it was obviously the cold of winter, but my heart felt very warm.
He turned his head and looked at the young man who was close at hand. His amber eyes reflected the profile of the young man, as if he could smell a faint fragrance.
The fragrance infiltrates into the heart and will remain with it for the rest of my life.
The young man took him to see the fireworks in the sky, explained to him interesting things about the streets of Chang'an, and looked forward to his life when he grew up.
Now, it’s the New Year again.
Outside, the sound of fireworks was heard one after another, but Shen Qingfeng was dreaming back to the past.
Unknowingly, tears filled her eyes, flowed down her cheeks, and were lost in the overflowing blood.
"Three days, give him three days."
Xuecheng gently put Shen Qingfeng back on the bed, knelt heavily on the ground, and kowtowed three times to Mrs. Mu and Bu Hairou.
"Eh……"
Madam Mu let out a long sigh, looked at Bu Hairou, and immediately took out the refined elixir and fed it to Shen Qingfeng.
Bu Hairou stood in front of Shen Qingfeng, lightly tapped Shen Qingfeng's eyebrows with her fingertips, closed her eyes slightly, and heard the sound of the surrounding wind passing through the window and entering between Shen Qingfeng's eyebrows.
The combination of the drug-free benevolence technique and the old lady's medicine method restored some vitality to Shen Qingfeng, who was in danger. Although it was not much, it was enough to support Shen Qingfeng through these three days.
Chu Yue looked at them quietly, her hands tightly clenched into fists, never letting go for a long time, and her seemingly calm eyes revealed a trace of cruelty and violence from the surging undercurrent.
She whispered softly: "Qingqiu, Shen family——"
The words were ordinary, but like thunder, they contained murderous intent that could burst into reality at any time.
"He shouldn't go back to that home."
Xiao Li whispered beside Chu Yue.
They both grew up together in Shenwu Chang'an. Deep in Xiao Li's memory, Shen Qingfeng existed to some extent.
"He must be looking forward to home."
Xiao Li said again.
When I was young, someone accidentally mentioned the word orphan.
He vaguely remembered Shen Qingfeng's sadness. Even though he was enduring it, he couldn't help but show it in his eyebrows.
But he never thought that the so-called home would be the last straw that broke his life.
It's ridiculous that he's not as good as he was when he was an orphan.
Chu Yue remained silent and lowered her eyes.
Her Shennong Holy Snow had just broken through, and she used it to heal thousands of elites in the Xicheng District outside the ghost world, and summoned ghosts all over the city.
Maybe it was because I used too much force, or maybe it was because the muscles and veins were blocked by the original energy, so now it is difficult to maximize the effect of Shennong Holy Snow.
Shennong Shengxue is not omnipotent after all.
During the half month of seclusion in the castle palace, she also tried to catalyze the Shennong Holy Snow as soon as possible, but it didn't have much effect.
Chu Yue glanced at the wounded and remnant soldiers, and she felt relieved in her heart.
She walked out, looked at the brilliant fireworks blooming in the sky, and asked to herself: "Can I really create a miracle?"
Her eyebrows were filled with confusion and doubt.
It turns out that she can't perform miracles.
She is not the savior and cannot make every dark place in the world bloom with bright flowers.
"Everything in the world is determined by fate, and no one can control it at all."
Chen Cangqiong limped over and covered Chu Yue with a cloak: "There is a strong wind in the city, so the ghost master needs to be careful."
"Senior Chen."
Chu Yue's eyes were slightly red: "Why are some people celebrating the New Year while others are going through tribulations in the same New Year?"
Chen Cangqiong was startled and smiled: "This is what living beings look like. Some are happy and some are sad, some are planting trees and some are enjoying the shade. Life is just like these fireworks that fleetingly pass by. Ghost Lord, people in this world, all kinds of things come and go.
Go on, the road of life, the way of a warrior, you will bid farewell to some old friends and welcome new ones. I know, you understand the truth, but it is difficult to relieve your depressed mood. If you are worried, just let
The spring breeze of the coming year will take away my Lord’s sorrow.”
"Between you and me, there is no need to say thank you."
"What about you and my mother?" Chu Yue suddenly asked.
Chen Cangqiong was stunned, his eyes flashed, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately gave a wry smile.
People are always like this. They talk about the same truth to others. Why not be the same when you are in the middle of the game?
Chen Cangqiong lowered his head and said mockingly: "Ghost Master, Chen Jiao is dead. I, Chen Cangqiong, am just a destitute former ghost in Nancheng and a failed mother. How can I tarnish the eyes of my old friend with this unworthy appearance?
"
"Gillian——"
Behind him, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded.
What is familiar is the feeling of comradeship engraved in the bones.
What's strange is that there are so many years between the words "Gillian".
At that moment, Chen Cangqiong's spine froze.
It was as if there was a cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to Chen Cangqiong's Tianling Cap.
She wanted to look back.
She didn't dare.
"Gillian...it's me."
Another sound.
Chen Cangqiong finally turned his head slowly and mechanically, his cloudy eyes were imprinted with the fact that the dress fluttering in the wind was still an old friend in his memory, and tears filled his eyes instantly.
As if she had thought of something, she turned her head and looked away, not daring to let Mu Qinghuang see her face, especially the wolf-bone right leg in her robe.