As the convoy drifted away, it seemed that it had been silent since the beginning of the process, and the wasteland where there had been a little bit of fireworks was blown back to its original state by the cold wind.

However, as long as there are traces, they cannot be erased, and the indentations of the wheels between the grass are obscured by weeds, and the scars on the body have been there since they entered the body and cannot be dissipated.

The night is slightly bright, the sun rises in the east, the warm sun is on the ground, and the birds in the mountains and forests are singing and spreading their wings, all of which are imprinted with the supreme vitality of the green of this land.

Three miles to the west, a naked woman lying on her back on the ground could be seen on the barren grass, with messy clothes quietly piled up on the side, showing what had happened here last night.

Suddenly, the woman opened her eyes, and the red light flashed in her eyes, and then the vibrant eyes dimmed, like a piece of dead jade, which made people sigh and regret.

"Boom—"

- "Boom".

Luo Jiu's eyes were this barren but vibrant scene.

She remembered where she had seen it before, or where she had heard it.

When you open your eyes and look around you, what you can see, whether it is the vitality of the eyes, or the decay of the barrenness that causes you to do evil, either way, it is the inner embodiment of you at this moment.

There is hope in the front, there is resentment in the back, what should she do.

Luo Jiu snorted lightly, bullshit, it's not that she can't solve her current predicament, so what's the use.

Luo Jiu got up gently, and in order to avoid the wound on her abdomen, she could only barely use her elbows to support her upper body, but even such a small movement made her forehead sweat and the wound painful.

He covered his wound and forced himself to stand up, and after a while, the dark red and coagulated blood stains on his abdomen were faintly stained with new red, and drop by drop ran down the dirty pants and wet the place where he stood.

Luo Jiu covered the wound with a pale face, put on the shirt he had just picked up together, and tore some fabric to bandage his wound temporarily.

She was a little surprised, she thought she couldn't live before, and the sword of her beloved caught her a little off guard and was also disheartened.

At that time, she didn't even have the instinct to live, and the moment she fell on the grass, she didn't think about anything, she felt so tired, should it be time to rest.

Probably because of the weather, the lush vegetation next to her fell to the ground helped her shield her from the cold wind at night, causing her wound to not deteriorate again, but to be suppressed in time.

Does this count as God not letting her die?

Calculate.

Luo Jiu thought so.

She Luo Jiu will definitely cherish this opportunity, since you don't turn back, senior brother, then I will let you turn back.

Look back at me and see how I killed Cheng Jingyun and then stayed with you.

Since we can't be together in this world, then why not be a ghost couple!

She swore that Song Zhancheng would live and die with her!

What she can't get, Cheng Jingyun can't think of it.

Luo Jiu is already crazy at this moment, if Cheng Jingyun sees it on the side, he must say that this person is sick again, delusional is sick, there is no cure, but he still has to be cured.

What if you get a doctor, it's not certain.

After a long journey of three or four days, Song Zhancheng and his party finally arrived at the main city of Yiguo, which also made Song Zhancheng exhale.

Along the way, Cheng Jingyun could see that someone was shouting that Prince Jin was back, Prince Jin was back, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly, he is so prestigious now?

Song Zhancheng saw what she was thinking at a glance and explained that it might be because of the previous momentum.

Although he was in Hengguo before, he was still in control of the situation in Yiguo, and if he hadn't learned that the princelings' series of forces had been surprisingly divided during the time he had left, he wouldn't have been able to stay for so long.

He could vaguely guess one or two of them, I am afraid that the previous incident was taken out by the emperor again, that time it had made the emperor dislike the prince, of course the prince was not so stupid and could only be treated obediently.

Another reason for this is probably the reason for the two new princes.

Even if the crown prince can no longer act, he will not touch his head at this moment, and he should try his best to show himself while the emperor is in a good mood.

Shh

Bite off more than one can chew.

However, he still admires this Song Jinghe, and there are many strategists around him, and it is indeed not something that he can match alone, but he also has helpers now.

Thinking of this, Song Zhancheng turned his head and glanced at the familiar sleeping face beside him, the cold face melted a little, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle like drowning, and he regarded them as treasures.

They arrived at the Prince of Jin's mansion in the evening, the time was too late, the palace door was closed, and they couldn't go to the emperor or anything, besides, he had a selfish intention and wanted Cheng Jingyun to rest first, looking at her tired eyebrows and eyes, he knew that the rush of the past few days must have made her a little uncomfortable.

On the emperor's side, he had his own reason to drag it, so he would wait for his daughter-in-law to rest.

So in this way, on the first night he came back, Song Zhancheng expressed the attributes of a wife and slave.

The palace of the Prince of Jin was bright overnight, and their prince came back, and he brought the new princess, so that they were curious and wanted to see the appearance of the new princess.

It is said that this new princess is Bu Yun next to the previous prince, but this Bu Yun is Cheng Jingyun, the daughter of the general of Hengguo.

So whether this is Bu Yun or Cheng Jingyun, but no matter who it is, it is not what they should think, they can only call the princess respectfully.

The cold wind of this wing country is slightly smaller than that of the Heng country, which may be due to the climate and geography, the temperature of the wing country scene is kept above the spring equinox, the winter will not be too cold, the summer will not be too hot, as the so-called, there is a saying, the four seasons are like spring, but this also does not exist, at most the four seasons are like autumn.

The night passed, and the yellow orioles on the branches began to call up in the early morning, and the warm sun appeared and shone on the land.

Song Zhancheng and Cheng Jingyun also woke up a long time ago, and finally slept in bed yesterday, although it was only the middle of the night, it was not much better than sleeping outside the wind and eating and sleeping.

Therefore, it is very comfortable to be woken up by someone early in the morning.

As soon as you open the door, you will be so vibrant, and the fresh morning dew will make you feel like you have been reborn.

Cheng Jingyun did a set of physical activities taught to her by her father in Song Zhancheng's courtyard to move her muscles and bones.

It feels pretty good.

Song Zhancheng stood aside and looked at her with a doting smile, and softly called her to wash up, don't catch a cold.

The washing things were already prepared, but they came by themselves.

Song Zhancheng didn't like others to touch him since he was a child, and he came in person all year round for natural washing and other things, and now that Cheng Jingyun is married, this habit still exists, and he doesn't want to change it.

In this way, he will feel that there is a feeling between husband and wife, there are only two people, and the next one cannot be inserted.

And he didn't decide to divide Cheng Jingyun's yard, as a princess, she must have her own independent courtyard to rest, but Song Zhancheng didn't want to, she thought about when to put Cheng Jingyun's things into his room, and from then on they lived together, what a separate room, didn't exist.

Cheng Jingyun didn't know the twists and turns that Song Zhancheng was thinking about in his heart, but he felt that he was in a good mood and couldn't even look at anything.

After washing, I will meet the saint, after all, it is understandable that I didn't go last night, and there are some things that I can't say if I don't go this morning.