Hung up Mr. Zhong's phone.

Yan Qiluo suddenly threw herself into Wen Muyan's arms and cried happily.

Wen Muyan hugged Yan Qiluo and reached out to gently pat the top of Yan Qiluo's head, so that she could cry happily.

Yan Qiluo didn't know why she was so crying, and she always felt an inexplicable sadness and unwillingness in her chest.

There's nothing worth making yourself so sad about, isn't it?

Why is the feeling in my heart still so depressed?

Wen Muyan lowered his head and gently kissed Yan Qiluo's forehead, but the corners of his narrow eyes were sharply provoked, and he looked at the painting hanging on the west wall provocatively.

Zhong Zixiao!

In this world, is there really such a mysterious thing?

Yan Qiluo cried in Wen Muyan's arms, crying, and gradually fell asleep.

Wen Muyan couldn't help laughing when she saw that Yan Qiluo was still asleep with her in her arms, and walked out cautiously with Yan Qiluo in her arms, and covered her with her own clothes at the door, so that she could bask in the sun and sleep peacefully.

Yan Qiluo's cheeks were stained with tears, shining with a different luster in the sun.

Wen Muyan's fingers brushed Yan Qiluo's cheeks, and the eyelashes were distinct, as fine and delicate as a fan.

It turned out that when his Yan Qiluo cried and fell asleep, he was so weak......

Different from Wen Muyan's quiet and peaceful, Yan Qiluo dreamed in a dream of the woman who had lived a life wantonly on the battlefield, with spears and invincible.

At that moment, it was as if she was her.

lived in that era full of blood as her.

From being naughty and mischievous when he was a child, to having a budding spring heart when he was a girl, he fell in love with a man with excellent martial arts.

Before he could join hands with him, the war began.

The murderer who led the Qing soldiers into the customs and walked all over the rivers and mountains of the Ming Dynasty actually said that he was in love with him.

It's ridiculous!

What kind of love do you talk about when you are enemies who are incompatible?

His love had long been given to that man.

That prince really had good means, and he actually knew that the man he loved was a famous genius who had written a history book and was also a young general of a resistance organization.

The prince slaughtered his entire family, and he escaped from the flames alone, his whereabouts unknown.

From that moment on, his love died with that man. I just want to avenge him!

He organized the remaining remaining soldiers and gathered countless local armed forces, tangled tens of thousands of soldiers, and continued to fight to the death together.

That damn prince set a trap for himself and turned the tiger away from the mountain.

He listened to slander, believed that the man he loved was not dead, and went to find him as soon as his mind was hot. Unexpectedly, his soldiers mistakenly thought that they had been taken captive, and in order to save themselves, they fell into the trap of the prince and were all caught.

That prince threatened the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers, what could he do except compromise?

Those soldiers believed in themselves so much and entrusted their net worth and life to themselves, how could they live up to their trust?

In desperation, he could only agree to the prince's request, lay down his weapons and lead the people to surrender, and take off his armor and never fight again for the rest of his life.

On the day of his marriage, the ten-mile long street was full of his own soldiers.

Listening to the tears of the soldiers, my heart was like a knife.

Suddenly, a horse rushed through the crowd.

He's coming!

"Zixiao, don't marry him, you go with me!" The man is back.

But it was too late, and everything was ...... Too late......

He smiled and shook his head, slowly turned around, took out the token of love he gave him from his pocket, and returned it to him.

In this life, I and you are in love.

Today, I am the Fujin of the Qing Dynasty.

After today, you are a citizen of the Qing Dynasty.

That's all I can do for you.

Don't let me down.

If my sacrifice can be exchanged for your peace, for the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers, and for the century-old foundation of the Zhong family!

Sacrifice me alone, so what?

The red face and dry bones are just a passing moment after all.

It's ridiculous and sad to pity me Zhong Zixiao, after all, I still have to rely on this face to save all of you.

He turned around and left, and his desperate voice came from behind him: "Zixiao, I will live up to you in this life, and I will look for you in the next life!" Zixiao, when you are reincarnated, it will be the day I look for you! Zixiao, listen well, in the next life, I will be good to you for the rest of my life!! In the next life, even if you are poor and fall into Huangquan, I will let you be my woman! In the next life, in the next life, we will never miss each other again! ”

I closed my eyes, and two lines of tears slowly fell.

A relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he replied softly: "Okay, I'll wait for you to come to me in the next life!" If you can find me, I will marry you. ”

After saying this, he strode onto the horse, waved the whip in his hand vigorously, and the sound of the horse's hooves buried his own concerns, his obsessions, and his beliefs in this life.

An exclamation came from behind him: "General Qi! ”

I didn't look back, I didn't dare to look back.

I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control it, so I wanted to go with him......

The next day, I found out that he had stabbed him in the heart after he left.

He used his blood to pave the way for his marriage.

In the next life, I will wait for you.

Years have passed.

Lying in front of the sickbed, he was already breathless.

The man who forcibly married himself asked himself with red eyes: "Zixiao, I have never failed you in my life." Even though you have never given birth to a son and a half daughter for me, I still haven't married Fang Fujin. I just want to ask you one thing today, have you ever loved me? ”

He raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him, his pale blue eyes hidden deep pain and depression.

yes, he must have been in pain for a long time, right?

He would ask such a question.

How do you answer that?

I married him, and he was really good to himself.

Brocade clothes and jade food, mansion halls, infinite scenery.

As a prince, apart from himself, there are no other side concubines and concubines.

It stands to reason that I should feel happy?

But why do you still feel unwilling?

He sighed leisurely and replied softly: "I may not be able to answer you this question in my life." Well, in the next life, I'll answer your question. ”

"Zixiao!" As soon as the prince grasped his fingers, his lips trembled, but he didn't say anything.

"Lord Wang, it's time for me to go. In this life, I have many, many regrets, and I hope that in the next life, I can make up for these regrets. Thank you for this life. After saying this, his eyes closed lightly, and he finished his short life.

Wen Muyan felt the person in his arms move, and quickly looked down.

Yan Qiluo slowly opened her eyes, but she cried even more.

"What's wrong?" Wen Muyan wiped away the tears for Yan Qiluo in distress: "Why are you still crying??" ”

"Mu Yan, I dreamed of her. In the dream, I am Zhong Zixiao, and I have lived her life. I finally knew why she was guarding Liangshan Village, because the man she loved was from Liangshan Village. Yan Qiluo couldn't cry herself: "They are guarding each other, that man is guarding the Zhong family, and she is guarding Liangshan Village." ”

Zhong Zixiao, she has been fighting horses all her life and has won the love of two men.

One died for her, the other wounded for her.

Of the three of them, none of them were winners, and all of them lost.

Wen Muyan glanced back at the portrait hanging on the wall, and for some reason, Wen Muyan also saw the sadness of the woman in the painting.

It's weird...... Feel.

Yan Qiluo told Wen Muyan about the life in his dream, and the two chatted for a long, long time with a strange mood......

After Yan Qiluo completely calmed down, Wen Muyan climbed over the wall and left in Yan Qiluo's sight, but Yan Qiluo slowly knocked on the door.

The people who were guarding outside were obviously a little anxious.

When Yan Qiluo walked out of the ancestral hall, the people outside the door were stunned all of a sudden.

A touch of heroism emanated from Yan Qiluo's eyes, which was a temperament that Yan Qiluo once did not have.

The people in the village were simply stunned......

How so?

Why do they have the feeling that the person in the painting has come out of it?

It's a weird feeling!

It's just creepy!

Yan Qiluo only cared about being immersed in Zhong Zixiao's dream, and didn't notice the strange looks of others, and said softly, "What about my assistant?" I'm a little tired,

I'm going back first. ”

"Yes." The person in charge of guarding the ancestral shrine did not disobey at all, and subconsciously sent Yan Qiluo away respectfully.

After Yan Qiluo left, this person couldn't help but say to himself: "It's hell! Why do I think that the former princess of the Zhong family has been resurrected? ”

Evening arrived quickly.

After Yan Qiluo completely regained his calm, he was pulled to the square by Su Lingyu.

At this time, the whole square was already filled with the aroma of barbecue.

"Wow, it smells so good!" Su Lingyu shouted happily: "I like to eat barbecue the most!" Kira, you're happy! We're here just to distract ourselves, why are you so serious? Hey, hey, hey, I'm not in the company now, why are you so serious! ”

Yan Qiluo shook his head helplessly and said, "I've served you!" By the way, I heard that Ji Min also came over? When will he arrive? ”

The smile on Su Lingyu's face froze suddenly, and said, "Can you not mention him!" I'm going to see if there's a handsome guy at the bonfire tonight and bring it back! If he comes, won't my plans be ruined? ”

Yan Qiluo crossed Su Lingyu and saw a person with a pale face, and couldn't help but say, "You hate your boss so much?" ”

"What a joke! That guy can't marry a daughter-in-law by himself, so he delays me finding a partner every day! I'm twenty-five years old, and I don't want to be an old woman! Hey? Kira, what's wrong with your eyes? Do you have cramps? Su Lingyu couldn't help but ask when she saw Yan Qiluo glaring at her.

Before Yan Qiluo could answer, a familiar voice came from behind him: "Is it?" Looks like I'm pampering you too much. ”