But the people who followed Yuan Heng into the palace all showed that Yuan Heng left with Qingrong by himself, and no one knew where Yuan Heng took Qingrong.

The sunset has gradually slanted to the west, and Song Zhao is in turmoil.

Everyone is very sure when they sum it up together, I am afraid that Yuan Heng is alone with a clear face, where are people trapped. If Yuan Heng doesn't go, I'm afraid no one will be able to find it, Qingrong has no water and no food, so he will naturally die.

The King of Liao comforted Song Zhao and said, "Don't worry, I'm afraid he has locked Qingrong up." Let's send someone to find it now, and with all the forces of the city, we will definitely be able to find Qingrong. ”

Song Zhao's face was solemn, and he returned to the main hall to personally search for the things on Yuan Heng's body, but there was no clue on him at all.

Song Zhao felt that something was wrong, "He doesn't even have a key on him, since he is so cautious, he will definitely keep the key himself?" If there is no lock in the place where he is closed, it must be a very remote place. Where can this place in the capital be where there is no one? ”

The sun has set in the west, somewhere in the woods on the outskirts of the capital.

On a crooked neck tree with the thickness of an arm on the waterhole, there was a person hanging from Qingrong.

Qingrong has been hanging for most of the day, and since early in the morning, she has not eaten water. After being exposed to the wind and sun for most of the day, she had no strength at all.

Hanging from the other end of the rope, hanging something like an oil lamp. Qingrong knew that when the oil in the oil lamp ran out, at the bottom was extremely fast-burning gunpowder, which could burn the rope that bound her with fire oil. The rope breaks, and she's going to fall straight into the deep pool above.

She regretted a little that she really shouldn't have followed Guo Cong to Liaozhou at that time. Guo Cong has been Yuan Heng's person from beginning to end, and it was Yuan Heng who started the military martyr's family plan.

When Guo Cong brought Qingrong to Yuan Heng, she woke up a little.

She watched Yuan Heng passively resist the Liao army all the way, deliberately withdrawing her cronies, and understood most of the whole thing. But Qingrong still can't figure it out, why did Yuan Heng do this?

Qingrong looked at the sunset that was getting heavier and heavier, and fell into despair little by little.

She never felt that Yuan Heng was the kind of person who was leaky and well-planned. But early this morning, when she was taken into this uninhabited dense forest by Yuan Heng alone, she finally really got to know Yuan Heng.

At that time, Yuan Heng looked at Qingrong tenderly, and while tying her up with a rope, he said softly: "There will be no danger, I will come back, you wait for me to come back and put you down." ”

Qingrong seemed to be looking at a pervert, seven up and eight down, and the panic was about the heart rate disorder.

"If there is absolutely no danger, if you will come back, why would you tie me up here?"

Yuan Heng gently reached out to stroke Qingrong's cheeks, "I will definitely come back, if I can't come back, we can be together forever." ”

Qingrong was so deeply disgusted and afraid of being alone for the first time, she turned her head away from looking at Yuan Heng, and said in a cold voice: "Yuan Heng, even if I die on the same month and day as you, we can't be together." These karmas that you do are going to go down to the eighteen levels of hell, and you will never be able to be reborn. And I, I will still be reincarnated, and we will not be together for the rest of our lives. ”

When Yuan Heng heard this, his face changed greatly, and his cool hand pinched Qingrong's chin, forcing Qingrong to turn his head to look at him.

"We used to be so happy, you used to whisper softly in my arms. Qingrong, if it weren't for Song Zhao, if it wasn't for that waste, how could you do this to me? But it's good to live or die. This life is gone, who knows if there is an afterlife, if there is a life after life? As long as you live with me, that's enough. ”

Qingrong's jaw hurt when he was pinched by his hand, but she didn't say a word, she couldn't turn her face away, so she turned her eyes to the side, and refused to look at Yuan Heng anyway.

Yuan Heng directly hugged Qingrong, put her on the net, and fell directly on the tree.

Yuan Heng stood under the tree, looked at the trapped Qingrong, smiled faintly, and reminded her: "You don't have to think about calling for help, this is Longquan Mountain." You and Princess Yongping expand the hot spring Zhuangzi, and the nearby villages are all returned to the hot spring Zhuangzi. It's not easy to get here. ”

Qingrong looked at Yuan Heng, who turned around to leave, and said coldly, "You won't succeed, even if you plan for many years, even if you exhaust your calculations, you won't succeed." ”

Yuan Heng laughed disapprovingly, "My Qing'er, if you fail, who can save you." In the current situation, either Song Zhao dies or you die. Would you rather die yourself than let Song Zhao succeed? ”

As soon as Qingrong mentioned Song Zhao, his face was full of confidence, and he said, "Song Zhao, he will kill you, he will also come to save me, he will definitely come." ”

He's definitely coming.

Qingrong kept thinking about this sentence until the sky was completely dark, and the moon was on the willows.

The autumn night in the mountains is damp and cold, and the sound of running water can occasionally be heard. Thanks to the cloudlessness in the sky, there can still be a faint moonlight projected down. But it was still terrifyingly dark, and Qingrong never felt that he was afraid of the dark.

It turned out that she had never been alone in such a dark place.

She couldn't see how much oil was burning in the lamp, and she didn't know how close death was to her.

But Qingrong felt very ridiculous, if this fire really burned, if she really fell.

If you died in the water in your last life, will you still die in the water in this life?

So where will she wake up again?

Night is not like day, and the approximate time can be known by the shift of sunlight. Qingrong didn't know how long it had been, but she could only feel the boundless darkness enveloping her.

She felt that according to the people and horses led by Yuan Heng, if the palace could not be resolved quickly, I was afraid that there would be less luck.

At this moment, my eyes suddenly lit up.

Qingrong lowered his head to see that the bright light was because the oil in the oil lamp was finally exhausted, and the things that could be burned underneath burned up and emitted light.

The rope burned up closely, Qingrong looked up at the rope hanging above his head, and couldn't help but shout in despair, "Yuan Heng! Fuck you uncle. Song Zhao, you ......"

Before he finished shouting, there was a "poof", and Qingrong fell directly into the water.

Qingrong was tied hand and foot, and it was impossible to even flutter twice, and it was impossible to find a way to float himself.

With her eyes open, she could see the moon in the sky moving farther and farther away from her.

The rope fell into the water, and the burning fire was quickly extinguished by the cold water.

Qingrong wants to cry, Qingrong wants Song Zhao, Qingrong doesn't want to die.

The long suffocation made her already dizzy. Qingrong couldn't help it, subconsciously breathing, water poured into his nose, the hot feeling was very painful.

This is the third time this painful drowning experience.

Qingrong's thoughts drifted away......

At this time, her body suddenly lightened, as if floating.

Someone held her stomach and chest and patted her back desperately. Fortunately, she didn't drown for long and soon came to her senses.

Qingrong fixed his eyes to see, the faint moonlight reflected the man's handsome and extraordinary face, his thick eyebrows and starry eyes, his nose was straight and his lips were thin, his appearance was upright, and he was noble. However, there was a faint unruly and ruffian aura between his eyebrows, his eyes were red at the moment, and his eyes were anxiously staring at Qingrong.

Qingrong felt that this scene was very familiar, and everything seemed to have returned to ten years ago, back to the dot.

For the first time, fate made Qingrong see the truth, believing that everything was destined, she exhaled a long breath, and then weakly called out suspiciously, "Song Zhao."

Song Zhao hugged Qingrong tightly and put his head in Qingrong's neck.

Qingrong could feel a trace of warmth coming from his neck, Song Zhao's shoulders trembled slightly, and he seemed to be crying.

Qingrong exhaled deeply, King Liao succeeded, he succeeded.

"This son," Qingrong was weak, and his speech was a little dumb, and he couldn't lift his strength, "The two of us already have a skin-to-skin relationship, should I make a promise with my body?" ”

Song Zhao suddenly raised his head, held Qingrong's cheek, and kissed it directly.

Qingrong was very surprised and shy, because Song Zhao was still followed by Song Lin, Song Qi and others, as well as the soldiers who followed.

When they saw this, they turned their backs.

After Song Zhao's fierce wolf kiss, he directly untied the cloak on his body, and turned his head to drape it on Qingrong's body.

Qingrong looked at the tears on his face, couldn't help laughing a little, raised his hand to wipe the tears from Song Zhao's face, and said, "I knew you would come." Her heart was also sour, not only the fear of lingering palpitations, but also the joy of the rest of her life after the catastrophe, and the excitement of reuniting after a long absence.

Song Zhao picked up Qingrong and said, "It's cold, let's go back." ”

Saying that, Song Lin, Song Qi and others immediately ordered someone to bring the horse over, and helped Song Zhao protect Qingrong on the horse.

Song Zhao took Qingrong and took the lead in returning to the capital first.

Qingrong didn't have much strength at the moment, so he leaned on Song Zhao's body and asked curiously, "How did you find me?" ”

Song Zhao said: "Yuan Heng has red mud on the soles of his shoes, and the soldiers he brought said that he came back from the suburbs of Beijing this morning, and I asked people to check from all sides, and in the end only found two places." I think he's so confident that he didn't lock you up, and that must have trapped you in a place where no one was around. ”

Qingrong's originally cold body, from the warm touch of Song Zhao's chest behind her, she finally clearly felt that she was really alive.

Qingrong said: "Yuan Heng, he failed? ”

Song Zhao gritted his teeth a little and said, "Yes, he himself pierced his neck with an arrow, and he refused to tell me where you were." ”

Qingrong had long expected that Yuan Heng would burn all the jade, but when he heard Song Zhao say this, the picture that appeared in his mind was still very shocking.

"What about Princess Yongping, what have you done to her?"

Song Zhao said: "Princess Yongping is now under house arrest in the palace, and the King of Liao is thinking about what to do. ”

"What about Runrong and Grandmother?"

"They are in Xingxian County, and they haven't returned to Beijing yet, and they will leave for Beijing early tomorrow morning."

Qingrong approached Song Zhao's arms a little tiredly, she had never slept a whole night in the days she had been with Yuan Heng, and now she was tossed like this, and she had no strength.

She approached Song Zhao's arms with peace of mind and fell asleep directly.