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In other words, it's simply impossible.

But Rong Jingshen still has a hope in his heart, perhaps, one day, she will come back.

But this hope is too slim to be equated to zero.

Tian Qing looked at him with a lost look, and couldn't bear to make it worse, and said, "Your Majesty, maybe everything will eventually turn around." ”

Just like ...... In his dream before, he dreamed that the queen and Chu Xi had successfully swapped bodies.

But in the recent days, I dreamed of the death of the queen's soul.

It's really unstable.

"Turnaround...... Scold. Rong Jingshen laughed at himself, "I, should I kill you?" ”

Deceive him again and again.

Tianqing was silent for a moment, looking like he was going to die generously, "If Your Majesty feels better in your heart, then kill me." ”

Fu Yan's face was full of displeasure, he found that this witch doctor who came all the way from Yangping Pass knew a lot these days, and it was quite interesting.

couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, this is all your own doing, and you can't complain about Tianqing." ”

"The queen will die, and you should be responsible." Rong Jingshen's eyelids lifted slightly, "I killed you, it's not bad to pay tribute to her." ”

Fu Yan: "......"

Never mind. He still didn't say anything.

Three months later.

Chu Xi appeared in Chang'an wearing a smoky blue Confucian skirt, and it rained on this day.

Even though Chongkui was holding an umbrella for her and she was walking with her skirt, her skirt was still wet.

Bad weather, bad mood, and a person who didn't walk long and bumped into her and stepped on her.

Then he walked away on his toes.

The embroidered shoes were full of mud, how ugly and ugly they were.

Chu Xi was half dead.

Chongkui's clothes were also splashed with mud, and she comforted Chu Xi and said, "Miss, bear with me." ”

"Got it."

Chu Xi came to Chang'an, not to see the depth of field, but to ......

I want to go to Chu Huaiyuan's grave to see.

Before the original owner died, the most reassuring was Chu Huaiyuan.

So here she is.

Chu Huaiyuan's tomb is on the outskirts of Chang'an, and to get there, you need to pass through a dense forest of sword trees.

Chu Xi hired a carriage and sat in it with Chongkui.

Isolated from the beating of wind and rain, but because the road was difficult to walk because of the rain, the carriage sank into a deep pit halfway through.

Chu Xi couldn't help but wonder if it was not appropriate to go out today.

A whole bunch of bad luck.

The mood is even less beautiful.

Seeing that she was unhappy, Chongkui hurriedly lifted the curtain and asked the sweaty coachman, "Uncle, this car ...... How long will it take to leave? ”

The uncle's body was full of water, even the trouser legs were dripping, and the rain hit his eyes so much that he couldn't open them, and replied with difficulty, "Miss, don't be impatient, I'm not working hard!" ”

Summer is here.

The weather was a bit hot, and heavy rain and thunder were common.

It's just that today I don't know why, this horse doesn't listen to the call at all.

Run specifically into the pit.

It just so happened that there was another thunderstorm in the sky, and Chu Xi's eardrums were shaken.

She lifted the curtains, and the road was lined with sparse trees.

It should be almost there.

"Chongkui, let's go over there."

"Miss, but it's raining hard outside, and you'll get wet."

It's been so unlucky all day.

Chu Xi tried his best to resist the urge to scold, and took the umbrella in the carriage and prepared to go out.

"I don't want to waste any more time."

Chongkui's shoulders were already wet from the rain, but she didn't care much, and said, "Miss."

It's still a mile from there. ”

Chu Xi didn't answer her, but his eyes moved in another direction.

A galloping horse.

And immediately sat a man in a robe.

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