Chapter 223 There is only one nostalgia in the prosperous and troubled times Forty-three

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That's right, Yan Qin is probably dead. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info may sound incredible, dead? But she obviously spoke, and she answered with Feng Ming fluently, and the emotion in her language made people dare not think in this direction.

However, it is not impossible, in the ancient Yao Shunyu period, there were records of people coming back from the dead, and it was said that the Yin and Yang family also had the art of arsoning corpses, and these comparisons, all this is possible, because there has never been a shortage of ghosts and gods in the world.

"Whew." Seeing the backs of Yan Qin and Feng Ming becoming more and more blurred, Hu Ji breathed a long sigh of relief, happy, yes happy. She knew very well that with Mr. Fengming's intelligence, how could he not have suspicions, and thought about it carefully, Fengming had said such a sentence before, [I will never leave you again today], didn't this sentence already indicate everything? Never leave again today...... Today......

Falsehood, truth, truth and falsehood, sure enough, these are very clear in Feng Ming's heart, he didn't deliberately avoid it, and he didn't take the initiative to mention it, so all Hu Ji has to do is just wait, everything will be fine after today, that's right, it's really just today.

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"There has always been a memory in my mind, if my husband is a little impatient, I will listen to it."

A song, a window, a bright moon red, I don't know if it's because of the impact in the dripping rain for too long. There was a man standing in that window, I can't remember exactly what he looked like, but he was probably more majestic.

"Those eyes are really bright" Yan Qin spoke very calmly, and his forward steps also stopped, and there was endless darkness under his feet, occasionally with a glimmer of light.

In the rear, Feng Ming, who had been following closely, naturally stopped, and he didn't know when there was an extra twisted wooden stick in his hand, put the wooden stick behind his back, glanced at Yan Qin, and then sat down directly.

In front of him, Yan Qin looked at Feng Ming with a smile on his face, then walked slowly in front of Feng Ming, leaned over, and finally snuggled into his arms, and said, "It's really boring, but it's nothing, it's not interesting, strange pictures, vague memories, so don't tell Mr." "

Yan Qin was still very calm, without even a trace of lost expression, lying quietly in Feng Ming's arms, his eyes closed for a moment from time to time, very pleasant.

After a while, a pair of warm and thick hands gently pinched her face, "It's your husband, and it will always be your husband." "

I remember that a few months ago, in a certain carriage, a certain princess of Yan Kingdom was secretly angry because of his sentence (there is only one wife), and now he finally made up for it.

"That's right, it's my husband." Yan Qin laughed, but it was full of tears, and tears kept churning in her eyes.

"Yes, why am I so stupid, obviously I am a husband, my husband and I have already been husband and wife, and not long ago there was a wedding, and my husband also promised me to extinguish the incense that night......"

Speaking of which, there is no need to speak, these are all things that happened not long ago, Feng Ming naturally remembers, but Yan Qin opened his mouth, and he has always listened very carefully.

Yan Qin's last sentence directly made Feng Ming a little dazed, or he didn't know how to answer.

Some people will be curious, Yan Qin didn't ask anything, right? What did Feng Ming answer? That's true, but not asking doesn't mean much, and this bland word can make Feng Ming feel more at a loss than asking.

"I promised that day, that I would not leave you."

The wind roared and there was a lot of killing intent around him, but he didn't mean to get rid of anyone, if this killing intent was really aimed at one person, it was himself.

If you don't leave, nothing will happen after that! There will never be if...

"I'm sorry." After being silent for a long time, Feng Ming spoke again, and the murderous intent was forcibly put away by him.

With Yan Qin's internal strength, she can definitely perceive everything, but she didn't have too many expressions from beginning to end, just lying in Feng Ming's arms. The wind roared and said sorry,...... Unique! Not for more than 20 years before, and there will be no in the future, this sentence is sorry, he only dedicated it to Yan Qin.

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"Husband, I seem to know the reason why my name is Zhaofeng." Yan Qin is her surname and first name, and Zhaofeng is her title, ordinary people are not allowed to have titles, but as a princess, this is an ordinary thing.

"It turns out that Zhaofeng means this, I am still far from what you expected, but I have no chance to close this distance, and it has nothing to do with me whether there will be a day when Feng comes to the world."

It turns out that Yan Qin's title was not given by birth, this can be said to be a baptism of blood......

Yan Yun has always been talking about how dangerous it was when Wei attacked Yan back then, and Yan Qin also knew a lot about it, so that he couldn't tell which was the truth and which was the ...... Horrible facts.

The houses that were slashed by the giant axe, the houses that were smashed by catapults and machine beasts, the countless dead and wounded people, the blood rolled into a river!

Fear and sorrow, the flames spread throughout Jicheng, the firelight illuminated the plaque at the gate of the city like the dawn sun, and the rain in the air never stopped, and I don't know whether it was joy or sorrow.

It is the rain that rejoices, and the people who are worried.

In the imperial city of Jicheng, in the main hall, in a certain palace, a man looked straight in one direction with his hands behind his back, Jicheng!

Behind him, there was a woman, and a little girl who was less than four years old.

The joy is the rain, and the worry is the people~

(To be continued)

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