He had been carrying the petite Cheng Huan for hundreds of miles south, and Qinglong noticed the movement of the person on his shoulder.

"Young Master Qinglong, let me down." Cheng Huan, who gradually woke up, had already recovered his rational mind at this time, and said lightly to the green dragon carrying him.

The sky has turned white, and the long night has passed. Thinking that Qinglong should have carried her and walked out of a very long way.

After hearing Cheng Huan's request, Qinglong did not pause in the form of galloping in the void, but replied softly: "Miss Cheng Huan, don't worry, the prince will be safe and sound." ”

The inextricable bonds between Cheng Huan and Ouyang Gurong are still unclear. It's just that Cheng Huan occupies the position in Ouyang Gurong's heart, but Qinglong understands it.

So in his words, Qinglong has completely taken out a posture to treat the princess to treat Cheng Huan.

"He's so badly injured, he should be treated as much as possible, my mother must have a way to ......" Cheng Huan tried to struggle, but Qinglong's big hands were like iron hoops, tightly clamping her on her left shoulder.

"Up and down, Baihu and they should have already taken the prince to Mr. Yao Dengzhen, Miss Chenghuan doesn't need to worry." As he spoke, Qinglong had already landed peacefully on a clearing with Cheng Huan.

After hearing Yao Dengzhen's three words, Cheng Huan's hanging heart was put back in his abdomen.

Liu Shuwen is known as a medical immortal, but Yao Dengzhen is Liu Shuwen's incomparable heavenly doctor. Liu Shuwen's medical book also taught the Nanshan lineage, but Yao Dengzhen, the god-like task, even Liu Shuwen, who has been in the mountain for more than ten years, has never seen it.

From Liu Shuwen's mouth, Cheng Huan learned that as long as there was still an injury alive, even if it was angry, Yao Dengzhen could snatch his life back from the hands of Lord Yama. Liu Shuwen saw with his own eyes that the injured patient, who almost had his hands and feet broken, was carried into the mountain, and a few months later, he actually walked down the Nanshan Mountain by himself.

While thinking about it, Cheng Huan looked up and saw a small courtyard in the style of a Jiangnan water town. In the small Liuhe courtyard, the Jiangnan style of the small bridge and flowing water in front of the courtyard made Cheng Huan love this place at a glance.

"Where is this?" After looking around, Cheng Huan asked hesitantly.

"It's the damper." Standing aside, Qinglong replied respectfully.

Damper! Cheng Huan's splashed ink pupils flashed, she didn't expect Qinglong to find this place.

Changzhi Town, where the Feng clan now lives, is not the birthplace of the Feng clan. The ancestors of the Wind Clan actually grew up in a place called the Wind Abyss.

It's a pity that it was later hindered by the infiltration of the royal forces and the internal and external attacks of the other three major families. The Feng clan was forced to move to Changzhi Town, a place where the royal forces were firmly controlled.

But this is also a hundred years ago, although the place of Fengmen is stored in the genealogy of the Feng clan, but even Cheng Huan only happened to see it when he was reading a lot of books. Presumably, the heavy responsibility of the Feng clan has long forgotten this piece of paradise for development.

Why did Qinglong bring her to this place at this time, and the doubts in Cheng Huan's heart became bigger and bigger.

"The owner of the Wind Villa once asked me to add you to the Wind Gate to recuperate, the people of the Phantom Flower Valley will definitely not give up, and they will be less involved if you are not in the villa." As if seeing the question in Cheng Huan's heart, Qinglong said calmly.

"Implication...... What about that day!? Cheng Huan thought of his son at this time, and his face couldn't help but show a look of urgency.

At night, she just went out leisurely with a relaxed attitude, but she didn't expect that as soon as she went out, she would go to thousands of mountains and rivers to come to Fengmen.

Tianjun is just a baby who needs to be held in his hand, and he must not lose the care of his mother.

"Suzaku will bring the little prince to come later." Qinglong replied unhurriedly.

Cheng Huan was relieved at this time, and turned around and walked towards the courtyard house.

Since Wind Erosion had already made this arrangement, she could only stay here quietly to recuperate. If her existence is always a burden, then she is willing to cultivate in this remote mountain gate like a peach blossom paradise.

With the help of Qinglong, within two hours, Cheng Huan had already cleaned the dusty house.

As the saying goes, what comes is safe, Cheng Huan came to this era from a technologically advanced zone, and there is no harsh environment that she can't bear.

"Ahh Just when Cheng Huan scalded a pot of tea and was about to rest for a while, a delicate female voice suddenly sounded in the courtyard.

Cheng Huan heard the baby's cry, and he couldn't care about the hot tea in his hand, so he hurried out.

"Suzaku, this is the little prince." As soon as Cheng Huan stepped out of the room, he heard Qinglong's calm lesson to Suzaku.

"The little prince is also a little baby, he is indeed crying non-stop, pedantic big brother Qinglong." Suzaku in a fiery red robe was visibly sharp.

In this world, except for the cold and arrogant Ouyang Gurong, the clever and evil Suzaku has really not been afraid of anyone.

Cheng Huan looked at the little swaddling baby in the arms of the fiery Suzaku, and couldn't help but feel a little more tenderness between his eyebrows, and walked straight to the Suzaku and took the swaddling clothes familiarly.

When the little baby saw her mother's familiar face, she immediately stopped crying, and looked at Chenghuan's slightly haggard face in front of her with teary eyes.

"Ah Rongta...... How's it going? Patting the swaddling clothes to soothe Tianjun, after hesitating for a moment, Cheng Huan still asked lightly.

Her memory is still stuck in the appearance of Ouyang Gurong standing in front of the flowers in bloody clothes, and what happened after that is what Cheng Huan is more concerned about.

"The Lord has arrived at the desperate situation of Nanshan and is now at Mr. Yao's place." Looking at the petite Cheng Huan in front of him, Suzaku's tone obviously couldn't help but be a little colder, with an obvious sense of distance.

Hearing that Ouyang Gurong was already undergoing treatment, Cheng Huan also calmed down, and did not pay too much attention to the coldness in Suzaku's tone.

As long as Ouyang Gurong can live, it doesn't matter if he really doesn't see him forever, it's better than being separated from heaven and man forever.

"Tianjun is probably hungry, you go back to your life." Cheng Huan patted the baby in swaddling clothes and changed his words lightly.

"I'll retire." Seeing that Chenghuan had also inadvertently issued an "eviction order", Qinglong also said his resignation in a witty manner.

After seeing Qinglong and Suzaku retreat, the indifferent look on Cheng Huan's face was retracted, and she obviously had an indissoluble sorrow in her arms.

Feeding the little Tianjun, Cheng Huan's mind suddenly popped up the affectionate confession of the Supreme Treasure to the Zixia Fairy-

"There was once a sincere love in front of me, I didn't cherish it, and I regretted it when I lost it, and there is nothing more painful in the world than this. If Heaven could give me a chance to do it again, I would say to that girl, 'I love you!' 'If I had to put a time limit on this love, I would like it to be 10,000 years......"

Now Cheng Huan's mood is also like this, if she is given another chance, she will definitely not hesitate to throw herself into Ouyang Gurong's arms and tell him how much she loves him and how much she misses him.

As if sensing his mother's sorrow, Tianjun raised a pair of narrow black eyes to look at Cheng Huan while sucking milk, and his eyes, which were like the epitome of Ouyang Gurong, were instantly full of endless affection.

"How did I never realize that your eyes and your father were carved out of the same mold." Looking at Tianjun in his arms, Cheng Huan sighed in a low voice.

Although this child was not born with love between her and Ouyang Gurong, but watching Tianjun's eyebrows and eyes grow into Ouyang Gurong's cold and arrogant appearance day by day, Cheng Huan's heart became uncontrollable.

If her love could have been said earlier, she would not have fallen to the point where she will never see each other again.

If she had been less ruthless at that time, Ouyang Gurong probably wouldn't have given up the idea of being alive, and even celebrated all her spiritual cultivation at the last moment to create a defensive barrier for her.

But Cheng Huan knew that it was too late to say anything.

Ouyang Gurong's four protectors have returned to their positions, and the day when he returns to the royal family is not long in coming.