A month later.

Yunqin Palace, Sanssouci Palace.

Jun Moran stared at Feng Wuwu, who had been in a coma for nearly a month, on the couch in a daze, sometimes raising his lips and smiling, sometimes frowning, completely immersed in the memories of the past.

"Don't worry, it's time to wake up. If you want to be reconciled, this king will agree. ”

Jun Moran said these words very seriously.

The reason why he made such a determination was not because he didn't love him anymore, but because Feng Wuwu didn't want him anymore.

If it had been before, he would have been furious about it.

But now, he only hopes that Feng Wuwu can live freely.

Even though, she can't tolerate him in her life anymore.

Yuan Bao obediently snuggled in Jun Mo Ran's arms, and asked cautiously: "Father, is my mother really just asleep?" ”

"Hmm."

However, the palace outside the palace said that her mother was dead. What is Death? Ingot didn't understand. ”

Yuanbao's smart peach blossom eyes were full of tears, he didn't understand, he just didn't want to understand.

"She just fell asleep."

Jun Moran repeated it over and over again, and his black-gold eyes were flooded with longing.

He originally planned to order someone to carefully investigate the palace outside the hall and find out the poisonous tongue in the mouth of the ingot.

But in the blink of an eye, he left other trivial matters behind because of Feng Wuwu's suddenly twitching fingers.

At this moment, Feng Wuwu was deeply trapped in the miasma of dreams, and he only wished to sleep for a long time and never wake up.

She stretched out her hand and gently lifted the overwhelming fog, and the whispers of Jun Mo reverberated in her ears.

"Ge Laozi! There is no end, chattering all day long, so noisy that the master has forgotten the way back! ”

Feng Wuwu scratched his ears impatiently, and lost his temper in a vain.

"Girl, suffer."

Suddenly, a neutral voice suddenly sounded in the void.

Feng Wuwu looked up, but saw the jade yin and yang coming in the clouds.

"You've come just in time, old man. You are lost, can you do a good job and send you back to another world? ”

Feng Wuwu raised his eyebrows and beckoned to Yu Yin and Yang quite excitedly.

On her heroic cheeks, there are three points of ruffianism and seven points of unruliness.

Yu Yin Yang could see that Feng Wuwu was not as carefree as she was on her face, she just kept all her emotions in the depths of her heart.

"There is no dear and dear who are waiting for you to return home in another world, what is there to go back?" He smiled kindly, and the fog cleared with a wave of his long sleeves.

"Isn't it right to be ruthless and loveless? In this way, you will not be injured. ”

He solemnly said to Feng Wuwu: "How can there be a hurdle in the world that cannot be passed? Go and see for yourself those whom you have left behind, who are far more important than the truth. ”

"What's there to see? He knows how to bully all the time. ”

Feng Wuwu muttered quietly, but she still listened to what Yu Yin and Yang said, and secretly poked out most of her head, watching the sad Jun Mo Ran in the clouds.

"Girl, go back." Yu Yinyang stood behind her, persuading her bitterly.

"No, I don't go back. He's a big pig's trotter, and he's not happy to see him. ”

"If this is the case, then you will be adrift in this vanity for half your life."

"Old man, can't you send your master back to another world?"

Feng Wuwu was so afraid of repeating the mistakes of the past, in order to avoid harm, she could only blindly avoid Jun Moran.

Yu Yin and Yang glanced at her abdomen coldly, and said lightly: "You have goods in your stomach, and you can't go back to another world." ”

"You... What did you say? ”

Feng Wuwu looked at his stomach in surprise, and before Yu Yin Yang could answer, he rolled up his sleeves angrily, wanting to settle accounts with Jun Moran.

In the Sanssouci Palace, the agarwood is curling, and the fog is scattered.

Jun Mo was like a weathered stone statue, sitting in front of the couch for a long time, staring motionlessly at Feng Wuwu on the couch with his eyes closed.

"Don't worry, it's time to wake up. As long as you are willing to wake up, this king will immediately be reconciled with you. ”

"And what is and what is gone? You have enlarged your grandfather's belly, and you still want to reconcile with your grandfather? ”

Feng Wuwu suddenly opened her eyes, she dragged Jun Mo Ran onto the couch, stared at him angrily, and beat him violently with her hands and feet.

Jun Moran couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality for a while, until she kicked it to the critical point.

"Lightly."

Jun Moran held her hand tightly and burrowed into the quilt.

"Stay away from you!"

Feng Wuwu glanced at Jun Mo Ran who was next to him, and pushed him again.

Jun Moran looked very obedient, and he immediately moved an inch to the side.

"I'm sorry for making you suffer so much for no reason."

"Is it more than a grievance? Ye almost died. ”

"Would it be good to give this king a chance to atone for his sins? If the anger is hard to dissipate, if you want to castrate this king, it is not impossible. ”

“……”

Feng Wuwu's stomach was extinguished by his words.

castrated him, she couldn't bear it.

After a moment of silence, she muttered, "You're really bad. For a while, I have to reconcile with my master, and I have to let my master stay alive and widowed for a while! You are forcing your master to remarry. ”

"Where is this king willing to be reconciled with you? It's just that this king is more afraid of losing you forever than having you. Jun Mo looked sideways and stared at her deeply.

"What are you doing so far away? It's been a long time since you've held your grandfather. ”

Feng Wuwu opened his arms and stretched the thin quilt high.

Jun Moran didn't hesitate any longer, leaned forward slightly, and shackled her tightly in his arms.

At this moment, his heart finally settled.

"I'm sorry."

"You can't be blamed for this."

Feng Wuwu couldn't figure out why he was soft-hearted.

Perhaps, it was because Jun Moran was too handsome, so that she couldn't help but immerse herself in his prosperous beauty again.

Or perhaps, she never really let go of him.

"During this time, you are worried."

Feng Wuwu said softly: "At the beginning, Ye really thought about dying, so that you can taste the taste of losing and regaining. Later, I thought about it, but I couldn't figure out why I wanted to take revenge on you. You just had an illness, but the master blamed you for being sick without warning. If the sick person is the master, you will definitely give the master more patience and love. ”

"What a privilege to be able to spend the rest of my life with you."

Jun Moran was moved by Feng Wuwu's heart-to-heart words, and his arms were tightly wrapped around Feng Wuwu's slender waist, and his heart seemed to be happy that he had lost and regained.

This time, even if the hills collapse and the sky collapses, he will not let go.

Vaguely, Feng Wuwu suddenly remembered the scene of the first quarrel with him many years ago.

At that time, he was like now, hiding under the quilt with her, crying, laughing and rejoicing with her...

Outside the Sanssouci Palace, Yu Qingchen looked at the scene in the hall quietly like an outsider.

She never dared to expect to be able to get all the love of Jun Mo Ran.

All she wants is a look, a word of concern, and an action.

It's a pity that she can't give all the things she wants.

She looked at Yu Qingchen who was in tears, and said angrily: "Miss, the slave is really not worth it for you." For the sake of the regent, you have most of your body destroyed by that fire. He's good, he won't even give you a name. ”

"How can you be reluctant in emotional matters?"

Yu Qingchen tried his best to restrain the grievances in his heart and said in a deep voice.

Even though Jun Moran had already told her that they couldn't, she still persevered, hoping to impress him with sincerity.

Unfortunately, not all affection can be reciprocated.

Se Se sensed that Yu Qingchen had already developed the determination to retreat bravely from the rapids, and persuaded repeatedly: "Miss, don't be discouraged. The days are still long, and you will one day be able to find out your goodness. ”

"You don't need to comfort me. I know very well in my heart that in this life and this life, I can no longer wait for his mercy. ”

Yu Qingchen took a deep breath and said softly: "You can't deceive yourself anymore." Ming'er, you will leave with me, how about it? We can ride horses on the vast grasslands of the west, or we can listen to the sea and sand on the shallows bordering the coast in the east..."

She tilted her head slightly, about to ask what Cerse meant.

Strangely, in the blink of an eye, Cersei was nowhere to be found.

"Crumpy?"

Yu Qingchen was suspicious, and inadvertently, she glanced at the pavilion outside the hall, but saw that the ingots that were originally fighting crickets in the pavilion were nowhere to be found.

"Didn't you play with the Iron Hand?"

Yu Qingchen walked quickly in the direction of the pavilion, but saw a string of broken sugar figures left on the ground.

She chuckled in her heart, and suddenly realized that there was something else in this matter.

"Help—"

At this moment, behind the rockery outside the pavilion, there was a sudden cry for help from the ingots.

Yu Qingchen realized that Yuan Bao was most likely captured by Cersei, but she didn't know what Cersei's intentions were.

Suddenly, a trace of evil thought suddenly appeared in her heart.

If the ingots die, will there be a gap between Jun Mo Ran and Feng Wuwu again...

"Help!"

Not long after, the sharp cry of ingots came from behind the rockery again.

The situation was urgent, and Yu Qingchen didn't dare to delay any longer.

She shouted for help, picking up the broken candy man, chasing the shadow behind the rockery, and sprinkling a little sprinkled of sugar sprinkles at the key fork in the road so that the next could catch up.

After Yu Qingchen rushed into the Yunqin Palace, she suddenly realized that she was very likely to fall into the trap of others.

If you rush forward, the consequences will be unimaginable.

But the problem is that Yuan Bao is young and has no ability to protect herself at all, and she really can't do it without saving herself.

In desperation, she had to bite the bullet and catch up.

An hour later, Cersei finally led Yu Qingchen to a secluded place on the outskirts of the city according to the original plan.

"What exactly are you going to do?"

Yu Qingchen's eyes were timid, and he looked at Se Se who was holding the ingots in his arms rather confused, and the Jimo Kite with a black brocade robe on the side of Se Se and a crow on his shoulder.

Cersei didn't pay attention to Yu Qingchen, who was as helpless as a frightened bird, she knelt respectfully at the feet of Jimo Zhiji, and said loudly: "Queen Mobei will enjoy eternal happiness, longevity and heaven!" ”

"Queen of Mobei?"

Yu Qingchen looked slightly stunned, although she had never been in contact with Jimo Zhiyuan, she knew a little about this legendary Queen of Mobei.

It is rumored that two years ago, Ashinamizhen, the king of Mobei, brought the pregnant Jimo Zhikite back to Mobei and canonized her as the princess of Mobei.

After that, Jimo Zhikite successfully gave birth to a baby boy.

It is surprising that as soon as the baby boy was born, he was like the first king of Mobei in the ancient books when he was born, holding blood in his hand and crying particularly loudly.

After the news spread, the baby boy was naturally made the prince of Mobei.

The evil sect is that the strong and strong Ashinamizhen died on the night of the establishment of the prince.

Although, there are many people in the Mobei court who regard Jimo Zhiyuan's mother and son as ominous people.

But after all, Jimo Zhikite still relied on the supreme position of the prince in the hearts of the people of Mobei, and in the name of listening to the government, he first got involved in court politics until he became the first queen of Mobei.

Jimo Zhiyi coldly glanced at Yu Qingchen, who was frequently distracted, her lips coated with sandalwood black lipstick moved slightly, and her tone revealed obvious jealousy and arrogance, "But Er'er." ”

Cersei was afraid that Jimo Zhikite was not satisfied with Yu Qingchen's appearance, so he said repeatedly: "The queen doesn't know anything. In front of the Lord of Yun Qin, although this woman is not very important, she is not without a sense of existence. Except for Feng Wuwu, she should be the most favored woman of the Lord of Yunqin. ”

Smack-

Jimo Zhiyu's face suddenly sank, and he slapped Cersei's flattering face coldly.

After many years, Jimo Zhikite still hasn't forgotten Jun Mo Dyeing.

It was precisely because of this longing that she would leave behind the power she had and travel thousands of miles to Yunqin to find him.

"The Queen forgives her sins."

He trembled and fell to his knees, not daring to say more.

Jimo Zhiyuan looked condescendingly at the teary-eyed ingots in Cersser's arms, and there was a trace of jealousy in his heart for no reason, "These eyes are really similar to Feng Wuwu's little slut who doesn't know what to do!" ”

Seeing this, Yu Qingchen stepped forward quickly, grabbed Jimo Zhiji's hand, and said urgently: "He's just a child." ”

"Idiot! Lone finally knows why you have taken advantage of the time and place, but you still can't fight the phoenix. Jimo Zhiyi hooked the corners of his lips obliquely, and whispered to Yuqingchen, "You are not ruthless enough." ”

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Yu Qingchen looked at the evil and terrifying Jimo Kite and was horrified.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you." Jimo Zhiyi grabbed Yu Qingchen's sharpened chin violently, and paused word by word, "The reason why I tried everything possible to lure you into the bait is nothing more than to borrow your skin." Everyone in the world says that you are the only woman other than Feng Wuwu who can get close to Jun Moran. Therefore, I have no choice but to use your identity to approach him. ”

"How... How to borrow? ”

"Do you need to ask? Naturally, you will take off your skin and flesh and put it on Lone's body. Jimo Zhiyuan smiled sadly, for this day, she has been dormant for two years.

When Yu Qingchen heard this, she shuddered with fright.

She subconsciously took a few steps back, and was about to slip away, but saw dozens of Mobei warriors approaching her step by step from all directions.

"You can't do that! You don't love me at all, even if you get my face, it won't help. Yuqingchen saw that there was no way to retreat, so she had to try her best to stabilize Jimo's mood first, and then wait for the opportunity to move.

Jimo Zhikite shrugged her shoulders disapprerovingly, she pointed to the ingots who were crying seriously with a pair of harmless peach blossom eyes of humans and animals, and said softly, "As soon as the evil seed dies, the situation will be very different. You believe that Lonely, when the time comes, he will definitely be tired of Feng Wuwu, who cries all day long. It's only a matter of time. ”

"Heartbreaking!"

Yuqingchen coldly quenched Jimo Zhiji, she never thought that the dignified Queen of Mobei would be so vicious!

It can be seen that the death of the first king of Mobei is also very likely to be the work of Jimo Zhiyuan.

"Come on, bring Yu Qingchen and this evil seed down."

Jimo Zhiqi was lazy with the trivial things, and he entered the temporary wooden house, bathed and cleaned, and was busy for a while.

Replacing the skin is not an easy task.

She visited almost all the divine doctors and poison doctors in Mobei, and it took nearly two years to understand the mystery.

Therefore, at this moment, she is a little nervous in her heart.

And Yu Qingchen and Yuan Bao were locked up in the cramped wooden house next to Jimo Zhikite.

Yu Qingchen was sad and kept wiping her tears.

Yuan Bao changed from the soft cuteness in his plain life, and stared at Yu Qingchen with tears in his eyes very calmly, "Can I trust you?" ”

Yu Qingchen's expression was slight, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded, "Naturally." ”

"Give me the pendant."

Yuan Bao stretched out his short hand and pointed to the pendant on Yu Qingchen's neck.

Yu Qingchen didn't know why, but he still obediently handed over the pendant around his neck, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Call Cersei in."

Yuanbao's voice was cold, and there was a little domineering spirit of a king who looked down on the world between his eyebrows.

Yu Qingchen pinched his thigh, repeatedly confirming that what he saw was not a dream, and a trace of jealousy suddenly appeared in his heart.

"You... How do you seem to be a different person? ”

"Stupid, obedient." Yuan Bao obviously didn't bother to explain to Yu Qingchen, and said coldly.

She frowned slightly, always feeling that Yuan Bao had been hiding her strength.

Could it be that he is the reincarnation of the legendary prodigy?

Yu Qingchen saw that Yuan Bao was becoming more and more impatient, so he had to stand in front of the door, shouting and insulting the guards outside the door.

Cersei didn't expect that Si Swenwen's Yu Qingchen would scold people, and he scolded so ugly.

She was furious, rolled up her sleeves, and with a "bang", broke into the wooden house.

"Yu Qingchen, who do you think you are? After the queen picks you skin, see how arrogant you are! ”

grabbed Yu Qingchen's collar and scolded her.

"Close the door."

Yuan Bao tried his best to lower the small milk voice so that he could appear more stable.

Yu Qingchen nodded heavily, and casually covered the wooden door to block the way.

Cersei looked suspiciously at the ingots who were sitting by the oil lamp and looked very thin.

For some reason, she always felt that Yuanbao's eyes were panicked.

In the next moment, Yuan Bao slowly took out the pendant he got from Yu Qingchen and easily hypnotized Cersei.

Yu Qingchen looked at the eyes out of focus in surprise, and asked Yuan Bao tremblingly, "You.. How do you do it? ”

"Ancestral."

Yuan Bao didn't explain too much, in fact, this was the first time he had hypnotized people.

Before that, he only dared to try his hand with Ah Huang or Tutu.

"Does your mother know that you are so powerful?"

Yu Qingchen slandered in her heart, if she could raise such an outstanding son, she should wake up with a smile in her dreams.

Yuan Bao didn't answer, he looked at Se Se who looked like a walking corpse steadily, and instructed her in a milky voice, "Go, kill the Queen of Mobei with your own hands." ”

"Yes."

He replied with a sneer, turned abruptly, and pushed the door open.

"Yuanbao, do you think this will work?"

The fear in Yu Qingchen's heart completely dissipated, and she squatted down in front of the ingot, who was still young, and asked him softly.

"Stupid."

Yuan Bao didn't bother to explain to her, so he trotted to the wall separated by only a thin layer of wood on his short legs, and listened intently to the movement in the next room.

At that time, Yu Qingchen's heart also mentioned his throat.

She had already staked all her hopes on Cersei.

After all, under the heavy siege, only Cersei was able to get close to Jimo Zhikite.

However, to her great disappointment, a terrible scream could be heard from the next room.

"Oops! If we miss, we are afraid that there will be no way to live. ”

Yu Qingchen was extremely desperate, she gently hugged the thin ingot, and her body trembled.

"Don't be afraid, stupid."

Suddenly, Yuan Bao took out the small firearm that Yun Feibai had given him for self-defense.

When Feng Wuwu was away, he could only try to save himself.

In the next moment, Jimo Zhikite broke into the door violently, she picked up Yu Qingchen's collar, and said viciously: "You are so bold, you dare to plot lonely!" Lonely, this is the skin of you. ”

She clutched the cold dagger in one hand, trying to make the first cut from the scalp of the kite.

Seeing this, Yuan Bao didn't say a word, and straightforwardly carried the fire gun on his shoulder, aimed at the evil Jimo Stop Kite, and fired several bullets in succession.

Bang –

Bang bang bang –

The sound of the explosion of firebolts was like thunder on the ground, and the simple wooden houses trembled.

When the light smoke of gunpowder diffused in the dim light of the oil lamp, Jimo Zhiyuan, who had been hit several times, turned his head in surprise and looked at the pure and harmless, soft and cute ingots.

She never thought that such a young child would carry a fire gun with her.

"Ho... Ho ho..."

Jimo Zhikite fell to the ground in a slump and screamed intermittently in his throat, hoping that the guards outside the house would arrive in time.

She stared at the closed wooden door, her cloudy eyes full of unwillingness and resentment.

She never imagined that she would lose to a child who couldn't even speak.

"Yuanbao, well done!"

Yu Qingchen was already impressed by the soft and glutinous ingots, she straddled the body of the Jimo Zhiji, and flew towards the ingots, her face was full of joy for the rest of her life.

Unexpectedly, seeing that there was no way to survive, Jimo Zhiyuan actually exerted all his strength and knocked the oil lamp on his side to the ground.

For a while, the faint flames jumped up along the clothes on Jimo Zhiji's body.

By the time Yu Qingchen reacted, Jimo Zhikite and the haystack under her had already been burned.

"Oops!"

Yu Qingchen secretly sighed that it was not good, the wooden house was full of hay, and it was not easy to extinguish the fire.

But if you rashly escape from the house, you will inevitably be captured by the Mobei soldiers stationed outside the house.

Seeing this, the ingots were also gone.

After all, he is just a powerless child, and he can't fight the burly Mobei soldiers no matter what.

"Don't worry, my father will definitely arrive in time."

Yuan Bao comforted Yu Qingchen softly, and seemed to comfort himself softly.

Jun Moran and Feng Wuwu, who were hurrying over, suddenly heard the sound of fire and explosion, and they were so frightened that their souls scattered.

"You can solve this group of assassins, and this king will go to save the ingots first."

Jun Mo let out a cold snort, suddenly jumped up from the horse, and flew towards the wooden house with thick smoke.

At the same time, Feng Wuwu's narrow peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and none of the dozens of silver needles between his fingers were missing, and the move hit the vital point.

In three or two clicks, the Mobei soldiers lurking around the wooden house were killed.

She was about to rush into the wooden house to find out, but unexpectedly, the wooden house "boomed", and was tired by the monstrous fire and blasted into slag.

Feng Wuwu was also affected by the fire, and after being pushed out for a few feet, he staggered to the ground.

"No!"

"Ink Dye, where are you?"

"Yuanbao, don't scare my mother..."

She was so frightened that she almost lost her voice, and before she could gain a foothold, she rushed towards the sea of fire in front of her.

Feng Wuwu had already lost it once, and he could no longer withstand any blows.

If Jun Moran and Yuan Bao were really buried in the fire, how would she survive the days and nights that followed?

"Ahem—"

Suddenly, there was a light cough of ingots in the sea of fire.

Feng Wuwu rubbed his eyes that were red from the firelight, and looked fixedly at Jun Mozhi, who was carrying Yuqingchen in one hand and protecting ingots in the other, and cried with joy.

"Ink Dye, you're so handsome!"

"Little crying bag, it's not as brave as ingots."

Jun Moran casually put down Yu Qingchen, and then walked towards Feng Wuwu in a hurry, gently wiping away the crystal tears on her face.

Yu Qingchen looked at the picture of them hugging each other tightly and smiled lightly.

A long time ago, Fu Yeshen once told her that if she can afford it, she must put it down. It's hard to let go, but when you really let go, the haze that lingers in your heart will dissipate.

……

Yuan Bao glanced at Yuqingchen's staggering back, and after a while, he came back to his senses and returned to his previous soft and cute appearance.

"Mother, kiss! You're awake! ”

He pursed his mouth, and his soft and glutinous voice looked so delicate in the rattling fire.

"Yuanbao, my mother's good ingot, why do you have a crying nose?"

Feng Wuwu wiped off the black ash on Yuanbao's face, and scratched his little nose dotingly.

"Woo-woo-"

Yuanbao's nose was sour, and he suddenly threw himself into Feng Wuwu's arms and cried.

He doesn't need to be so strong anymore when he has someone to protect him.

"Yuan Baoshang is going to be a brother, be brave." Jun Moran stroked Yuanbao's soft hair and coaxed him softly.

"Really?"

Yuan Bao stopped crying in an instant, he carefully touched Jun Moran's belly, and whispered: "Little sister, my brother must protect you." ”

Jun Mo Ran smiled lightly, he held the innocent and ignorant ingots in one hand, and Feng Wuwu's hand in the other.

From the uninhabited suburbs of the city, all the way to the lights of thousands of homes.