returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion and after eating, Qianwenxuan explained that he was going to the early Ming Dynasty.

Ran Qianqing's eyes were slightly red, and there was obvious unhappiness written on his face, Ji Wushuang glared at Qianwenxuan, silent, and directly shook his hand back to the room, looking at the man's arrogant back, the corners of Qianwenxuan's mouth twitched fiercely.

Looking at the person opposite with red eyes, Qian Wenxuan reached out and rubbed the top of his head, "Don't worry, I'll be fine, I won't leave you." ”

Hearing this, Ran Qianqing nodded with red eyes, and threw herself into Qian Wenxuan's arms, hugging her tightly with both arms: "You, if you are leaving me, I will ...... I'll just ignore you. ”。

"Hmm." A doting smile hung on the corner of Qian Wenxuan's mouth, "Okay, you go and rest, I'll get ready and set off tomorrow morning." ”

The next day, Qianwenxuan set off early, she didn't inform Ran Qianqing, nor did she tell Wushuang, because she didn't want to see their worried and longing eyes, Qianwenxuan glanced at the long line behind her, and sighed, "You all change into civilian clothes, remember, keep a low profile, let's go separately and meet in Kyoto in the early Ming Dynasty." Qian Wenxuan finished his expressionless order, and without waiting for the chief guard to refute, he grabbed the horse's belly, and the horse under him galloped out.

Qianwenxuan galloped all the way, the cool breeze blowing on her face, a little painful, but it was unprecedentedly good, a feeling of freedom, and a breath of life......

Qian Wenxuan pulled the reins with one hand, her red lips hooked slightly, and suddenly, she only felt a wisp of fragrance entering her nose, and then, her body was hugged into a warm embrace, bowing her head, a pair of vigorous and powerful hands tightly wrapped around her waist, and from the fiery red sleeves, you can see the identity of the person.

Qianwenxuan frowned, "Zisang Langyue, what are you doing?" As he spoke, he was about to pull the reins, and the man behind him seemed to notice Qian Wenxuan's move, and his white hand slapped on the horse's buttocks, and the horse ran forward uncontrollably.

The horse suddenly galloped rapidly, and Qian Wenxuan's body was about to plant the horse with an unstable center of gravity, but the big hand came to her waist again, firmly supporting it, and then, there was a warm breath in her ears, "Wife, where are you going?" After speaking, without waiting for Qianwenxuan to answer, the man's red lips opened slightly, and his teeth gently bit Qianwenxuan's earlobe, sucking it up and biting it gently.

Qian Wenxuan's body, which was made by Zisang's action of making the moon and the moon, suddenly slumped, and then, there was unspeakable anger, how could this man be treated as if nothing had happened, "Let go." Qianwenxuan roared in a deep voice, and what answered her was the arm that continued to tighten around her waist.

"Zisang Langyue, you let go of me!" Qianwenxuan's voice was cold and cold, like ice in winter, making people feel cold, Zisang Langyue's bewitching face flashed a touch of heartache, the arm holding Qianwenxuan's waist tightened again, and the whole body was firmly attached to Qianwenxuan's back, and almost pleading words spit out from the seductive red lips, "Wife, how can you be so cruel to Langyue, what did Langyue do wrong?" ”

He read her for three years, and waited for three years, he didn't understand why after three years she was like a different person, she looked at her eyes, like a sharp blade, stabbing him to the skin, she was good to anyone, but to herself, except for the irony of cold eyes, it was endless cold.

It hurts, and my whole body hurts so much......

Seeing that Zisang Langyue did not let go of his hair, but hugged him tightly, Qianwenxuan frowned, at the moment, he broke free of Zisang Langyue and jumped down without caring about anything, he didn't expect Qianwenxuan to have such an excited reaction, Zisang Rongyue only felt empty in his arms, and then, he saw a white shadow quickly swept off the horse, they walked on a narrow path, and the two sides of the path were densely packed with thorns.

didn't have time to think about it, Zisang Langyue jumped up, hooked Qian Wenxuan's body with a hook of his long arm, and at the same time, the two of them fell down sharply.

"Uh-huh......" A painful moan overflowed from the man's mouth, Qian Wenxuan came back to his senses suddenly, only to see that he was lying on Zisang Langyue's chest, the man's arms firmly hugged him, and he didn't have the slightest intention of letting go, his face was very pale, and dense sweat flowed from his forehead.

"Lane Yue, what's wrong with you?" Qianwenxuan propped herself up slightly, and as she writhed, she saw Zisang Langyue's brows furrowed tightly, and let out a painful moan, Qianwenxuan was stunned for a moment, only to find that Zisang Rongyue was lying on a thorn at this time, the thorn was a little dark, and the sharp thorns pierced into the man's body one by one, and the blood stained the green leaves.

Looking at this scene, Qian Wenxuan's breathing was almost stuck, "Get, get Yue, how are you feeling, don't scare me?" At this time, the coldness on Qian Wenxuan's face was no longer there, replaced by lingering worry.

Hearing this, Zisang Langyue opened a pair of eyes leisurely, and those phoenix eyes suddenly flashed a touch of joy when they touched Qianwenxuan's anxious and heartbroken face, and Zisang Rongyue held Qianwenxuan's waist: "Wife, Rongyue is fine, I'll take you up." As he spoke, he hugged Qianwenxuan's body and jumped up, and with his movements, Qianwenxuan heard a small sound, which was the sound of the thorn stabbing into the body and pulling it out violently, as well as Zisang Langyue's uncontrollable [groan] [groan].

As soon as he returned to the ground, Zisang Langyue let go of Qianwenxuan, and his body staggered and fell down, Qianwenxuan was startled, and immediately supported him behind him, his hands were sticky and damp, most of the clothes on his back were torn, and the original fair and delicate skin was full of purple-red holes, and blood was bubbling inside.

Holding the person in her arms tightly, Qianwenxuan's heart was full of bitterness, make the moon, why are you suffering, the moment you let go on the edge of the cliff, I don't want to love you anymore, now, what are you protecting me for? Is there any purpose?

Zisang Langyue squinted slightly, taking in the tangles in Qian Wenxuan's eyes, and a touch of irony crossed her bewitching face.

"Wife, you go and do your business, it's okay to get the moon." As he spoke, Zisang Langyue struggled to withdraw from Qianwenxuan's arms, afraid of touching his dense wounds, but Qianwenxuan let him go without daring to do any more entanglement.

Zisang Langyue's eyes glanced at Qian Wenxuan's hanging hand with painful eyes, did she really not even want to touch him?