Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Meng Huan did not expect Cui Lang to appear here.

An Chui is a foreign race who is about to defect.

Cui Lang knew him well.

The Cui family has acted in collusion with the enemy and traitorous country?

Meng Huan raised his eyes in a daze. After being imprisoned for several days, he looked unkempt and unkempt, but his eyes under the black hair were still bright, and his skin was fair, like the fresh and pleasant dark green in summer.

Just as he made such a guess, Cui Lang thumped and knelt on the ground, startled and angry: "Princess, the younger generation is too late to save you!"

Why did you kneel down?

Meng Huan blinked, a little confused about the situation, Cui Lang turned his head and roared: "You haven't untied the princess yet! You are so courageous!"

It seems that An Chui did not tell Cui Lang about Meng Huan's kidnapping, and Cui Lang also disapproved of him.

However, Meng Huan did not immediately have a good impression of Cui Lang.

This group of people may simply have failed to agree on the price, and they are holding bad water in their stomachs. The Cui family can't be clean anyway.

Cui Lang's face was covered with sweat, and he could see that he was genuinely afraid, "The regent is going crazy these few days, the city gates are locked, interrogation comes in and out, and rumors spread that a relative of a high-ranking official is missing. The servants of the yamen, the nurses of the palace, and even the Jinyiwei of Beizhen Fusi! You really don't want your life! How dare you tie his wife!"

An Chui was scolded all over his face by him, and his expression was fierce: "It's all tied up."

"Then you haven't untied it yet!"

"Why do you want to untie it?" An Chui gently pressed his horsewhip against his palm, and shrugged indifferently, "Just use him to threaten Lin Bozhou~"

"Threatening Lin Bozhou?" Cui Lang saw that he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were dark, and he tried to say clearly: "An Chui, although you are Mao Chengchang's adopted son, you were actually a hostage when you were sent to Cui's house. , I have treated you well, but you actually want to put me and the Cui family to death?"

The words were sad and heavy, and An Chui's expression relaxed: "When did I think about killing you?"

"Then have you ever thought about our Cui family? The Cui family was favored by the emperor and worked for the court, but the hostages taken in by our mansion actually kidnapped the regent's wife! Isn't it collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country if it spread? An Chui! You know me so well After staying in Cui Mansion for so many years, collaborating with the enemy and traitorous country, we cannot bear this hat!"

When Cui Lang spoke, his whole body was trembling.

As a bystander, Meng Huan was a little confused. He felt that Cui Lang was still upright, young and energetic, and he didn't look like a real sycophant.

An Chui was silent for a while: "I tied mine, what's your business? This hat won't fall on your head, and I will bear the consequences."

"Wrong! I just watched you kidnap and kill the concubine. If you didn't stop me, you would have been accused of treason." Cui Lang ran towards Meng Huan, "Release him immediately!"

But after he finished saying this, An Chui grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back violently, his shoulder hit the door heavily.

An Chui's eyes were gloomy, murderous: "Let me tell you, I've already tied him up, and it's absolutely impossible for me to let him go!"

As he spoke, he strode forward and pulled up the chain that locked Meng Huan: "At worst, let's leave now, and I won't drag your Cui family down again!"

Cui Lang stood where he was, with a sad face.

The people from An Chui behind him stepped forward and led Meng Huan out.

Cui Lang shouted angrily behind him: "The regent's iron horse is coming soon! Where can you run!"

Hearing the word Regent, Meng Huan turned his head and glanced at him, but the rope on his wrist was tightened, and An Chui yanked him forward, his footsteps swaying slightly.

It was pouring rain in the yard, and they hurried on their way without rain gear. They let the torrential rain hit their faces frantically, wet their clothes, flow down their ears and necks into their clothes, and stick the wet clothes tightly to their skin.

An Chui turned his gaze back to Cui Lang: "I have been in Cui's mansion for three years, and I have been taken care of by you for these three years, but I will never submit to the Han people. When the time comes, I will fly back to my hometown and spread my love to you all." Broken wings, become an eagle soaring in the sky."

His voice paused, "We'll meet again next time, maybe my iron cavalry broke through the capital, but I will save your life."

An Chui dragged Meng Huan into the rainstorm: "Goodbye."

Their topic finally came to an end.

The rain wet his hair, and Meng Huan's boots stepped into a muddy puddle. Hearing these words, he knew that An Chui had made up his mind to invade Dazong.

So what he is going to do now is obviously to leave the capital and return to Zhu Lizhen Sanbu in the north of Liaodong.

The torrential rain washed over his body, the chill penetrated into the bone marrow, and Meng Huan's teeth chattered slightly. The chill in his body now is nothing compared to the fear of what will happen next.

If he really took him out of the capital, how would Lin Bozhou find him?

Is there any chance for him to come back?

The longer things are delayed, the more variables will be added.

- Absolutely must not leave the capital.

But when Meng Huan walked a little slower, the rope was pulled tight again, his shoes splashed mud in the water, and the insteps became sticky and wet—it was his choice whether to leave or not.

After leaving the Cui Mansion, Meng Huan realized that the place where they were hiding was a self-built temple in the Cui Mansion. Cui Ge's old wife, Xiang Fo, built it before, but since her death, the temple has been gradually abandoned.

The Cui Mansion no longer gave them protection, and they needed to hide in another place.

However, there are patrolling guards everywhere on the street, wearing heavy armor, even in the rainstorm, they will not let up in the slightest, searching for people in full swing.

An Chui snorted: "Damn, did you really tie up a princess? I have been in the capital for so long, and I have never seen so many soldiers."

His gaze turned to Meng Huan in the cold and wet rain. In the rainstorm, Meng Huan's black hair stuck to his fair face, his lips were pale, but his eyes were still bright, under the long and thick eyelashes, as black as a crow's feathers, he bowed his head quietly and did not speak.

An Chui didn't know what was on his mind, and began to speak: "I hate Lin Bozhou very much."

"..." Meng Huan adjusted his breathing, still drooping his eyes, and the rain fell into his eyes.

Who doesn't hate Lin Bozhou?

"My dislike is different from that of the Han people. Cui Lang also hates Lin Bozhou, but what he hates is that he holds the emperor hostage and monopolizes the power; I hate Lin Bozhou because he has the ability. He has cleaned up the mess of your court in recent years. , the national treasury is sufficient, and there is spare money allocated to the military pay for Liaodong."

He spat to the side, "Damn it!"

This is equivalent to creating obstacles for them to invade Liaodong.

No matter how much you say, Meng Huan chooses to keep silent.

But at this time, An Chui couldn't stop him from asking him: "He sent so many people to look for you, he seems to care about you a lot, what do you think?"

Meng Huan knew that saying good things about Lin Bozhou in front of him was asking for trouble, so he coughed and said vaguely: "I am the one who robbed the palace on the street."

"I know," An Chui stared at him strangely, and smiled, "So, it means I rescued you from the fire pit?"

Meng Huan was silent. Did not speak.

"It's so cool to see that he can't find you." An Chui scanned the street, and hid behind a side wall briskly. Although he likes to talk, he is extremely observant.

Braving the torrential rain, they finally reached a family's house. An old man seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and opened the door: "Come in."

"boom-"

Meng Huan was pushed **** the back, and when he entered the door, his wet shoes fell to the ground, and he felt a tingling pain in his back. He stood in the simple house and looked around, An Chui and the others finally relaxed, took off the wet skin on his body, and started drying his clothes by the stove.

I can rest for a while.

Meng Huan's strength had long been exhausted. He knew where he was, so he hugged his wet arms and squatted down in a corner, silently wringing the water from his clothes with his fingers, trying to make it dry faster. , while minimizing presence.

They are talking.

The old man was very puzzled by Meng Huan's existence: "How does the prince plan to escape from the inner city? It is feasible to disguise himself as a commoner or a merchant, but he must be taken with him. People are checking everywhere, and as long as he calls for help, he will be found immediately. How about kill him?"

Meng Huan snapped his fingers.

An Chui's figure was squeezed into an old chair. He took off his clothes, revealing half of his strong back. The dark shadow shook with the firelight, and his face was thoughtful.

"No, his usefulness is much more important than your lives. If possible, I hope you die instead of him."

The entourage looked a little dull.

Someone boldly asked, "Then what kind of letter are we imitating?"

An Chui is still cold: "The less people know about this, the better."

But after saying this, he stood up from the narrow chair.

"..."

Meng Huan realized that something was wrong, so he stopped wringing out his clothes, put his fingers back into his sleeves, and lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to say anything.

overhead.

The dry letter paper and ink taken out from the interlayer of the clothes, "Bang Dang!", accompanied by the crisp sound of the knife hitting the table, hit the table, and looked down at him calmly: "You haven't copied the seal yet?"

Meng Huan already felt that he hadn't learned how to speak, and he might cut off his finger, nodded, "Yes, but..."

"Then draw now!"

An Chui held the knife in the palms of both hands, clenched his bones tightly, and a ferocious sense of oppression surged up.

Meng Huan swallowed the last part of his sentence, and sat down at the table. Because of the cold, his hands kept trembling. As soon as his fingers picked up the writing brush, the pen holder trembled, staining the ink pad mixed with water all over the place. yes.

The anti-counterfeit cracks on Lin Bozhou's seal are too special, and it is impossible to re-engrave them, so they thought of a way to draw the seal, but this is a delicate job. When they saw Meng Huan's trembling hands, An I knew that there was a high probability that this seal would not be imitated today.

But Meng Huan still seriously lowered his head and described carefully on the letter paper.

"..."

An Chui cursed: "Fuck!"

He gritted his teeth and turned his head irritably, and returned to the stove, exhausted physically and mentally, and needed a good rest.

A small kerosene lamp, after Meng Huan confirmed that they were all asleep, restrained the trembling of his wrist, and drew a seal exactly like Lin Bozhou's. He just wanted to make sure if he could draw, and now it seems that he can already.

Meng Huan erased the seal with a red brush.

A feeling of dizziness came over his head, and Meng Huan couldn't help but put his chin on the table, but when he woke up again, he felt a tingling pain in his head, and the skin all over his body began to heat up, as if being roasted by fire.

He had been feeling cold before, but now he felt warm again.

Because he has a fever.

His eyelids could hardly be opened, and he was lying on the table in a dazed state. When the sky became bright, the group of aliens woke up one after another. The old man hurried in from the outside, "No, the city has started to search from house to house. It is estimated that we will be searched here soon, and we must find a way to get out of the city as soon as possible, otherwise there will only be a dead end!"

The atmosphere became very silent.

They couldn't find a way out of town, they were completely at a loss.

Head-to-head confrontation is absolutely impossible. If you try to break out of the city gate by force, the group of Jinyiwei and the Beijing Army with live ammunition will beat them into a sieve. To be searched out.

In the dead silence, this group of aliens felt hopeless.

However, someone saw Meng Huan at the side: "Why don't we cut off one of his ears first and give it to Lin Bozhou to let the city gate open, or we will kill his wife?"

Meng Huan gave him a dazed look, her lips were dry, and she didn't say anything.

"Impossible," An Chui supported the table deeply, "You don't know Lin Bozhou, he will never agree to such a naive condition, even if he agrees, he will stumbling behind us, so that we can't escape his fingers .”

An Chui pursed his lips and smiled sarcastically, "Besides, the rulers of the Han people are very arrogant and conceited. In their eyes, no matter how beautiful and beautiful a beauty is, they are no doubt like playthings. Let him do something for a plaything." Sacrifice is completely a dream."

It has to be said that An Chui really fully grasped the ugliness of the feudal dynasty.

But what he doesn't know is that this is a romance novel, if they really adopt this method, maybe Lin Bozhou will really go crazy and let them escape—but Meng Huan's ear will be cut off.

Thanks to An Chui, Meng Huan kept his ears temporarily.

Meng Huan's nasal cavity was tingling and his breathing was slow. He listened to them quietly and coughed twice.

After being heard, the old man approached, looked at his pale face and said, "No, he is still sick."

The clansmen were already impatient: "Then you can't escape with us, it will only become a drag! It's better to kill him and throw the body out. After being found by Lin Bozhou, the security of the city gate will definitely become weaker."

These people, in order to save their lives, dare to offer any suggestions.

But as soon as the man finished saying this, he was stabbed in the stomach with a knife, and blood gushed out. He widened his eyes slightly, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

An Chui's face was stained with the hot blood that had just spewed out. He pulled out the **** knife and put it on the table, with a gloomy and unfathomable expression, "I must keep his life! Anyone who mentions killing him again, don't blame me." No mercy!"

The man fell to the ground, and the room fell into an eerie silence.

They never figured out why An Chui would kill his own clansman for the sake of an outsider.

Meng Huan raised his head, his chest went numb, and he also felt an indescribable fear. In the whole room, the dim lights were slightly deflected, and the silent atmosphere made everyone's hair stand on end.

The heat of blood diffused out.

An Chui closed his eyes and said, "I thought of a way to escape."

Everyone looked at him, but no one spoke.

An Chui sat back on the chair, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the blood off his cheeks, his words were the most effective among this group of people, it was equivalent to an order, "The person who killed the owner of the restaurant that day, surrender to the Yamen."

After finishing speaking, he stared at Meng Huan with his narrow, eagle-like eyes, "And you, write a letter to tell Lin Bozhou that you ran away on your own initiative, not being kidnapped."

In this way, the relationship between Master Zhu Li and Meng Huan will be unbound, and the vigilance of the Yamen to arrest prisoners will be relaxed, and there will be no more house-to-house searches; and new worries about Lin Bozhou will also be added.

Lin Bozhou will start to think about whether Meng Huan escaped on his own initiative or was kidnapped.

If Meng Huan voluntarily escaped, he might leave the city that day, and the strict defense of the city gates would be useless. Given the chance to breathe, An Chui and Meng Huan could stay in the city for a few more days and take the opportunity to escape.

but-

The clansmen muttered to themselves: "Then are we going to be abandoned? Going to the Yamen to surrender can indeed stop them from searching, but we... will definitely die."

Candles flickered quietly in the room.

"Yes," An Chui's appearance is of alien blood, with a straight nose, and his brows and eyes are covered with shadows, "However, it was the disaster you caused by drunkenness at that time, and you should pay for it."

"But!"

"Wow—" Someone pulled out the scimitar, looking angry and sad, "The ancestors said that you must never give up your companions! An Chui, you would rather save the life of a Han than ours, you betrayed us !"

An Chui: "This is not betrayal."

He seemed to be extremely exhausted, and he stretched out his hand to smooth the eyes of his dead companion. The matter had reached a point of tension, and he would be torn apart by this group of angry tribesmen if he didn't give a reason.

An Chui's voice sounded slowly, "I want to use Lin Bozhou's seal to forge a letter. That's right, Lin Bozhou is powerful and has minions all over Da Zong. At any time, his seal will be stamped lightly, and he will have a wonderful rule comparable to the imperial decree. force."

Everyone's eyes turned as he walked.

"Time is running out. At present, I can't find another person who can draw the seal of Lin Bozhou. Therefore, I must save Meng Huan's life, not because his life is more valuable than yours," An Chui opened his eyes. , looked at the clansmen, vaguely wet, "I want to take Lin Bozhou's seal to intercept the military payment that has been shipped to Liaodong."

When it came to this, everyone looked horrified and shocked.

"Military pay?"

"How to intercept the military salary?!"

"Did they allocate military salary to Liaodong?"

"Yes," An Chui replied, "Zhu Lizhen has been Dazong's dog for more than two hundred years. We have been trying to break free from the shackles and their slavery. Not only that, we also want revenge. Why can't Zhu Lizhen conquer Dazong has become the ruler of this country of ceremonies, so that our people can enjoy fine food, soft bedding and clothing, instead of eating rough rice cakes, wearing animal skins, and making beds in the cold wilderness. When winter comes, it freezes to death like withered vegetation.”

Everyone didn't speak, and seemed to be trapped in bitter memories.

"Zhu Lizhen has been waiting for this opportunity for decades. Every year, we donate beauties and treasures to Mao Chengchang, the general soldier of Liaodong. My sister was offered to his bed and was tortured to death. We have endured for decades and served as dogs to Mao Chengchang. , obeying his orders, and finally gained room for development by relying on self-deprecating dignity, Jianzhou has also changed from a poor and poor place to a strong state with sufficient soldiers and horses-and all this, when Mao Chengchang woke up from his paralysis, had already I can't control it."

An Chui glanced around, "Now Jianzhou is full of our brothers and sisters. As long as we give an order, we can immediately organize a powerful army to attack Dazong and take revenge. I'm sure Liaodong will become the first place where Dazong will fester, because Mao Chengchang has long been rotten, he is dying, and he is in a coma."

Not far away, Meng Huan's white nose was drooping, and he didn't make any movement, and he didn't even look like he was listening to him seriously.

But he heard all of this, and he heard it clearly, and his back felt cold.

"but-"

An Chui paused for a moment, "Mao Chengchang realized that Jianzhou was out of control, so he transferred me to the capital as a hostage, trying to threaten my father to prevent him from rebelling. Now, Mao Chengchang obviously found that even if I was in the capital, Jianzhou was already out of control. He said to The imperial court asked for military pay, wanted to start acting like a hero, wanted to suppress us—but it was impossible."

An Chui said once, "The military salary allocated to him can win over the sluggish guard soldiers, and can also build armaments, so that his death can last for a while, instead of being kicked and collapsed. However, I will never let that military salary become a stumbling block to hinder Zhu Lizhen's hegemony, so—"

Everyone looked at him.

An Chui put his hands on the table and looked around, his expression was not so arrogant and domineering, but changed to a kind of sadness, "For the future of fellow Zhu Lizhen, I must intercept the military salary, and I must let him live, and you must do the same." Death, understand?"

The words he said ended, and the voice echoed in everyone's heart.

The candles on the table were crooked and almost extinguished. This small episode made everyone seem to be injected with souls, and they became active, looking left and right at each other's faces.

The benefit of one, the benefit of all.

Individual lives and the future of the tribe.

They seem to have no choice.

After a while, the furious man withdrew his scimitar and nodded, "I am willing to surrender. Zhu Li's future really lies between you and him, not us."

Others were crying: "Maybe it's fate, but I hope that the leader's cavalry will arrive in the capital in the future, and they can collect the bones for us."

Their quarrel is over.

The bright red seal marked with the words "Lin Bozhou" on the table seems to be not just a seal, but another symbol or something.

...So, the original owner stole the seal at that time to help An Chui intercept the military pay from the imperial court to Liaodong.

Although the original owner did not directly give the money to the foreign race, but held it in his hands to recruit soldiers and horses, but he took away the money that should have been sent to the guards, causing the foreign race to take advantage of its weakness to raise troops and break through Liaodong.

The face of the original owner seemed a little blurred.

Meng Huan bowed his head, because of the fever, he was dizzy to death.

His body was hot and cold alternately, and he felt as if he was in a dream, and he couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

Beside him, there was a "click".

An Chui came over, set out a pair of brushes and paper, and stared at him eeriely with long and narrow eyes.

"Now, it's your turn to write a farewell letter to Lin Bozhou."

A day later, the Beijing army patrolling the city withdrew.

Two days later, the number of guards near the city gate was reduced by half, and the attitude of interrogation was also quite perfunctory.

In the simple hut, only An Chui and Meng Huan, who was sitting sickly, were left. Meng Huan covered his mouth and coughed desperately, half supported his head, and inserted a wooden hairpin into his hair with his fingers.

"Is it packed?" An Chui walked in the door.

Soon he and An Chui were going out of the city, and now they both changed their clothes, pretending to be the most ordinary people, in order to evade the search at the city gate.

Meng Huan was sick and listless, and he hummed absently.

After the letter saying that he voluntarily escaped was sent to Lin Bozhou, the old man came in every day and said that today the ban was lifted on this street, that street was also lifted, and the gate of the city was also lifted.

Meng Huan was not sure what Lin Bozhou was thinking.

Not sure if he really wanted to let him go.

Meng Huan finally **** the hairpin in his hair, An Chui grabbed the bundle and led him out of the room.

To be honest, Meng Huan felt that his performance was not bad, at least he didn't steal the seal so easily that Lin Bozhou lost his military salary, and he didn't let the villains who killed the innkeeper leave.

Meng Huan was just playing badly. It turned out that being a useful waste, a useful oil bottle, felt so good.

The sunlight was slightly dazzling, reflecting in his brown pupils, Meng Huan closed his eyes, couldn't help it, and coughed again.

With his white chin and thin pointed chin, he shook his head slightly and was pushed hard by An Chui. An Chui was very annoyed, "Why are you in such poor health?"

In the past few days, Meng Huan had a fever, nosebleeds, vomiting, and fainted. The pain after being ill was very strong. On the surface, he was still very cooperative with An Chui, but in fact, he was so happy that he died.

—Although it is difficult to be sick, Meng Huan is happy when he thinks of An Chui's incompetence and fury.

But Meng Huan still looked miserable but cooperative on the surface.

An Chui looked at him gravely, and couldn't help but reflect in his heart whether it was a stupid decision to put all his wealth on Meng Huan and wait for him to draw his own seal.

He opened the bow without looking back. He pinned a knife to his waist and supported Meng Huan's wrist. The cold back of the knife touched his waist and said with a smile, "Brother, I will help you."

This was a warning, even if An Chui couldn't escape, he could still put Meng Huan on his back.

Meng Huan smiled: "Thank you, Second Brother."

The two brothers who had just formed were walking slowly on the street at this time. The sky had just cleared up, and there were many puddles on the ground, floating leaves that had been rolled down by the heavy rain, and the ripples were light.

This road is indeed as the old man who inquired before said, the patrols have been relaxed a lot, and sometimes the checkpoints and officers and soldiers can only be seen after walking a long distance, but without exception, they were all let go.

Moving slowly, Meng Huan blinked his eyes blankly, and couldn't help thinking.

Lin Bozhou, have you given up looking for him?

In the original book, the original master searched around like crazy, and stopped for a few days. At that time, the capital was very peaceful.

But...Meng Huan looked at it, why did he feel that the capital had returned to calm.

Lin Bozhou...don't look for him anymore, have you gone to court?

An Chui watched him write that letter, and the content was similar to the reason why the original owner Shou left. He hated him in his heart, never liked him, and was just a sweet talk to him. In fact, he always wanted to escape in his heart. In the end, he finally Yi had a chance, so he ran away happily, and it would be very annoying to let Lin Bozhou never come to pester him again.

While writing, Meng Huan was sore and swollen, feeling very uncomfortable, almost couldn't continue acting, and cried in front of An Chui.

What would Lin Bozhou think when he saw this letter?

Would he... really let himself go?

Meng Huan tightened his pale lips. He and An Chui had already walked near the city gate. The line out of the city was very long. The people who were stranded in the inner city a few days ago were preparing to leave the city one after another.

There were so many people that the soldiers simply searched and let them go.

"Hurry up!" An Chui urged him.

With the back of the knife pressed against his back, Meng Huan became dizzy and quickened his pace, being squeezed into the crowd of people,

But at this moment, the neighing of the horse was heard.

An Chui scolded: "I'm sick, I didn't expect to meet the commander of the inspection."

In the past, there were garrisons at each city gate, but now it has become a line of soldiers and horses, searching back and forth at each city gate. As long as they are not found, it is very easy to escape in disguise.

When the soldiers guarding the city saw the inspectors coming, they quickly became more serious and asked loudly, "Where is your family? How many days have you been in the capital? What are you doing here!"

Meng Huan turned his back halfway and raised his head to reveal his own face. The eyes of the group of people swept across the crowd, as if they were going through the motions, their eyes were casual and they didn't look seriously.

"..."

Meng Huan lowered his head in disappointment.

But at this moment, the sound of hooves came from behind.

After the commander turned around and saw it, he hurriedly drove the horses to separate from the two sides of the road, leaving a wide road in the middle, and got off their horses one after another: "Meet the prince!"

Meng Huan's heart clenched violently, his mind was dizzy at first, but at this moment it seemed to be pulled up tightly by something, he raised his face desperately, and looked into the middle of the crowd.

On the back, An Chui's blade touched: "Be honest."

Meng Huan suppressed the shouting in his throat.

As the horses moved, the tall figure of the man was slowly revealed.

Lin Bozhou was wearing a neat and crisp uniform, with his hair **** high and the sleeves tightly tied to his wrists, unlike his usual elegant crown clothes. On a tall and strong horse, his figure looked extremely condescending and distant.

His eyes healed at some point, and they were no longer covered with white gauze. His eyes were drooping, looking down at the pedestrians near the city gate, without a trace of emotion on his face.

It looks cold, gloomy, and depressing.

Even though they were far away, Meng Huan could still feel his coercion.

The kneeling people all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly into his face.

Lin Bozhou tightened the reins of the horse, only the top of the buried head could be seen.

Beside him, Luo Juan said, "My lord, let's go."

Lin Bozhou came to the gate of the city every day to look at it. He had been looking at it for many days, and he didn't know what he was looking at. The letter was clearly written in Meng Huan's clumsy handwriting: He is gone.

I took the initiative to leave because I didn't like him.

Everything before is fake.

Luo Juan knew about all this, and he advised: "Go back."

— Don't look for it anymore.

The man on horseback closed his eyes and let out a little breath.

He didn't know what he was thinking, turned his head to look at the dark sky, and closed his lips.

for a long time.

"Da da da-"

The horse's hooves began to step back.