Outside Furong City, the ancient pagoda of Fuyun Temple stands tall on seven floors and eight sides, as if the sky has broken a hole.

A drizzle fell from the sky, blanking the mountains.

Su Yun was wearing a fresh green spring shirt, pushing a wheelchair and driving slowly on the path, and came to a quiet Zen gate courtyard for a while.

In the pavilion, the old man in the wheelchair looked at the fluttering rain and sighed lightly: "Qingming is coming." ”

The old man was wearing a blue robe, his white hair was tied back like silver, and although he was sitting in a wheelchair, his waist was straight, and he did not show the slightest sign of aging.

Under his two thick white eyebrows, his eyes were deep and far-reaching, and his eyes seemed to pass through the rain curtain and the mountains and rivers, and saw the two lonely tombs under the grass house.

Su Yun's expression was gloomy, and she looked in that direction stupidly.

Qingming has arrived, but her father's treason has not yet been cleared, so what face does she have to go to her parents' graves to worship?

Her father, Su Tianye, the king of Amano, before his assassination, was the most powerful representative of the Lan Su lineage, and he was the god of war in the Tianxuan Continent, no matter who wanted to overturn the case for his father, it would definitely cause an uproar.

Now that the three Soviet unions are in joint power, the situation has begun to stabilize, and no one wants anything to happen at this time.

Su Yun can only wait until the end of the Su family's four-year ruling period, when it is the turn of the Gongsun royal family to govern, can she overturn the case for her father in the name of family affairs.

There are still three years, and three years is a long time.

However, Su Yun had no choice but to wait.

The old man in the wheelchair retracted his gaze and said with emotion: "We royal people, high above, were born to enjoy the glory and wealth of this world, but our lives have never been our own, your father is like this, the old man is like this, in fact, you are the same." ”

The old man turned his wheelchair and looked at Su Yun with a majestic gaze, revealing a little doting: "Yun'er, you are actually very lucky, do you understand?"

Su Yun nodded faintly.

If her father was still alive, or if she hadn't escaped from Furong City back then, I'm afraid she would have followed the mission of the royal woman and married the scum Gongsun Kang.

At that time, she had no joy, no freedom, nothing but the gorgeous and empty honor of a princess.

Power, lust, intrigue, and killing will haunt her for the rest of her life, leaving her inextricable.

Every time she dreams back in the middle of the night, she will find that she still cannot rehabilitate her father, she has become a part of power and conspiracy, and she has become the kind of person she despises the most.

The fate of the royal children is nothing more than that.

But she escaped, she jumped out of fate, she wandered outside of this huge vanity fair, not in it.

She can look at everything detachedly, never get lost, and sometimes she will stretch out her hand to pick one or two flowers and green leaves from this huge vanity fair.

There is no doubt that she was lucky.

So she cherishes her current freedom, her current life, she can't imagine what will happen to her if she loses her current life?

So she was especially grateful to Ye Changsheng, if it wasn't for Ye Changsheng who withstood the pressure and left her in Red Leaf Villa, her life might have been ruined long ago.

Of course, that guy didn't think about sending her out, but he couldn't do it.

In Su Yun's mind, a picture of Ye Changsheng scratching his head desperately suddenly appeared, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile.

Seeing the old man looking at him with a playful look, Su Yun's face turned red and she lowered her head weakly.

The old man laughed loudly, and his laughter was full of endless relief: "Girl, it's good to be happy, happiness is the best counterattack to fate." How about it, should you consider actually marrying him?"

Su Yun twisted her fingers, shook her head and said, "He has demons. ”

"The devil of bullshit," Su Shentong sneered, "That woman is hypocritical, plotting to rob his family business, and also murdering his family, if she dies, she will be killed, and if she becomes an old husband, she will be better off dead!"

Su Shentong restrained his smile and sighed: "He is actually the same as you, carrying the mountain of the family on his back, and he is overwhelmed. ”

Su Yun's heart moved, and she was surprised: "Second uncle, do you mean the Maple City Ye family?"

Su Shentong nodded: "Twenty years ago, the most talented Nanfeng lineage in Fengcheng was shattered overnight, and now only Ye Changsheng is left, do you think he will be nothing?"

The gleam in Su Shentong's eyes flashed: "The so-called asking the sword world is just to let him stand on an equal footing with Fengcheng, and then intervene in the affairs of the year." ”

Su Yun's heart trembled: "Isn't that the same as me?"

"By the way, just like you, you are bent on rehabilitating your father, Ye Changsheng is also bent on rehabilitating your father, everything he does has only this one purpose!"

Su Yun lowered her head and bit her red lip, only then did she realize that she seemed to have been ignoring this matter.

Speaking of which, Ye Changsheng's experience back then was much worse than him.

His father was abolished by Fengcheng and expelled from the world, with many scars, and wandered the world.

Ye Changsheng was born in exile, and he heard Grandpa Lu say that Changsheng's mother was not in good health, so for a long time, Xiao Changsheng couldn't even eat a mouthful of milk.

Later, his father settled in Sanshui Town and founded the Sword Casting Hall, which gave Ye Changsheng a stable life.

However, happiness is always so short-lived, his parents were killed, his legs were seriously injured and disabled, and under the torment of physical and mental pain, he still had to fight for his breath, guarding the only family business, and dealing with a group of wealthy wolves, tigers and leopards.

Su Yun couldn't imagine how Ye Changsheng survived?

Nowadays, the world only knows that he is the hall master of the Sword Hall, the youngest sword-forging master in the Federation, a genius cultivation boy, and a first-class earl of the Yunlong Principality.

However, behind these names, what kind of effort and price did Ye Changsheng pay?

Like me, he was carrying a mountain on his back, but he was alone and facing a behemoth like Maple City.

The mountain he carries is a hundred, a thousand times heavier than the one I carry!

Su Yun's eyes turned red, and the white-haired boy that appeared in her mind, with a cold expression and a cold gaze, what kind of distress did she reveal?

Su Yun wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and asked with concern, "Second uncle, what happened to Nan Feng's vein twenty years ago?"

Su Shentong shook his head and said cautiously: "Probably except for the gang in Fengcheng, no one knows the truth, but the old man heard that when Fengcheng strangled Nanfeng's lineage, it was under pressure from the Huangtian City's side. Probably because of this, no one wants to mention Nanfeng's lineage anymore, and in just twenty years, it has been forgotten by the world. ”

Imperial Heavenly City?!

Su Yun exclaimed, her eyes were full of horror, and her face became pale and bloodless.