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Chapter 425: The Most Direct Marriage Proposal 7

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He touched his wonderfully long hair, and suddenly realized that this was not a detachment of his soul, but the reappearance of Ji Wuhua when he was young......

I saw Ji Wuhua soaring, soaring, slowly, getting farther and farther away from the land of Lethe, farther and farther away......

Three mountains and five mountains, covered with ice and snow, spring goes to autumn...... He saw himself flying over the land of Zheng Guo, saw the thousand-year-old peach tree with deep roots and thick leaves in the deer park, and then came to the sky above Chen Guo: barren grassland, large areas of barren land, people fleeing the famine, miserable scenes of ten rooms and nine empty rooms, displaced people...... The State of Chen has long been annexed by the State of Chu, and it is full of mourning.

The former noble queen mother has spent her bleak old age in the nunnery, and the princesses and nobles have been reduced to servants...... The graves of Chen Linggong, Kong Ning, Yi Xingfu and others were no longer swept and were completely flooded with weeds and bird droppings......

Then he saw the forest!

In the forest, a well-dressed mound. Above, a line of words: Tomb of Prince Chen Ling. Xia Jili.

Next to it, there was a strange set of things, and he opened his eyes wide and looked at it for a long time, only to realize that it was a pair of decayed queen robes: the surviving Xia Ji.

The surviving Natsuhime!

The deposed queen.

Suddenly, his heart was like a knife, and something moist in his eyes was slowly overflowing.

He stayed in the sky over the land for a long, long time, until it was getting late, and then flew off into the distance.

The land of Chu also became hazy and desolate under the night. Since that thunderbolt and hurricane, King Chuzhuang has been ill. Afterwards, although no one remained, and there was no evidence left, the king of Chuzhuang was frightened by the storm that lasted for many days.

He escaped back to the palace and has been bedridden ever since. After a month, he finally died and was replaced by a new generation of Chu kings.

As soon as the new king of Chu ascended the throne, he began to eat, drink, and enjoy himself, and the hegemonic demeanor of the former king of Chu Zhuang in his heyday will soon be gone forever.

Finally, his eyes fell on the huge parade ground.

Since the last fire, this parade ground has been completely deserted, and no one dares to approach it easily. It is said that at dusk, the ghosts wander around, emitting a powerful aura of resentment, enough to scare the surrounding people and animals to death.

The shattered torso of the charred tall cross was still there, and there was a faint dark red on it.

His gaze rested on it, staring at it for a long, long time, and then, reaching out, he stroked the remnants of the dark red on it—a sad red that was shocking.

It was left behind by a woman in a time of despair - by that time, she had been disfigured and sentenced to death, and no one would say a word for her, let alone save her, help her......

Suddenly tears rained down his eyes, and he didn't know where that sad mood came from.

He stayed here for a long, long time, as if an invisible force had firmly grasped his footsteps, stayed, and could no longer move......

"Zi Ling...... Zi Ling ......"

He was terrified, who was calling this name?

"Zi Ling...... Zi Ling...... Zi Ling...... Why don't you wait for me? Zi Ling...... Zi Ling...... Where have you been?"

Something in his mind was suddenly opened, and his sharp gaze fell on the fox hill.