Transmigrated into the cannon fodder of the villain in the rebirth story

Chapter 155 Qin Boyi's Memories
It was because of what Qingluan said that she was full of hope that she would marry Qin Boyi after meeting him again.

She also always thought that Qin Boyi would definitely be willing to marry herself, but she never expected...

Princess Chaoyang took out two cold gold ingots left by Qin Boyi that day from under the pillow.

You appeared in my life without warning, and left in a cool way, leaving me alone in the wind and lonely.

Remnant clouds and sorrows are all asking, when will we meet again? -
Qin Boyi returned home in a carriage, perhaps because he was often mentioned about the life-saving grace that day, he even unconsciously recalled what happened that day.

That day, because of the national funeral, he was unable to marry a bride as scheduled, so he hurried back to Beijing for the funeral.

When he was about forty miles away from the capital, the horse couldn't run anymore, so he stopped to let the horse rest.

Leaning against the big tree, I closed my eyes and meditated.

The autumn wind blows, rustling the branches, arousing endless thoughts.

He remembered the day of his engagement, under the wisteria flowers, Song Qiange sang and danced gracefully, and his colorful clothes fluttered, which instantly took away all his thoughts.

It wasn't the first time they'd met, but after they got engaged, he was eager to meet her, to see if she was as happy as he was.

Now that I saw her, I really wanted to go and talk to her, but because I just crawled out of the mud, I was afraid of being dirty and abrupt, so I had to hide behind the pillar.

Seeing Song Qiange dancing with the butterflies with a smile on her face, she probably doesn't dislike this marriage.

Suddenly Song Qiange stopped dancing, but ran after the butterfly. After running, he ran in front of him.

Qin Boyi died embarrassingly. If he had known earlier, he would not wrestle with those two brothers, or he would go to wash up later, so as to avoid Song Qiange who was fluttering butterflies.

When Song Qiange saw him, she was surprised at first, and then laughed. She showed two canine teeth, looking very cute.

Qin Boyi didn't want Song Qiange to see himself like this, and was anxious to leave, but Song Qiange stopped him.

She stopped joking, walked up to him, took out the veil, gently wiped off the dirt on his face one by one, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Ok?"

"I saw you wrestling just now. My two older brothers hit one of you. You weren't injured, were you?"

Song Qiange's red lips opened and closed, like a tempting peach, Qin Boyi's throat was dry, and he really wanted to take a bite.

He heard Song Qiange say that he just went to see him, and it turned out that she would also secretly look at him.

Qin Boyi looked at Song Qiange in a daze, without blinking his eyes.

Song Qiange met his gaze curiously, and looked at each other, as if there were only the two of them left in the world.

None of them spoke, but you looked at me and I looked at you until the family came to ask them to eat.

Qin's father scolded Qin Boyi a few times when he saw that Qin Boyi had been away for so long and hadn't taken a shower.

Song Qiange immediately said: "I just asked him to help me catch butterflies."

Now, it was Song Qiange's turn to be scolded by Father Song for being ignorant.

Qin Boyi wanted to explain, but Song Qiange guarded him behind him.

Seeing that Song Qiange was so scolded that he couldn't lift his head up, Qin Boyi's heart ached to death. When he was about to speak, he saw Song Qiange, who was bowing his head, stuck out his tongue at him and winked playfully.

Is she...pretending to be obedient in front of Father Song?
It's so cute, the world is inferior to her frowns and smiles, Qin Boyi was completely dumbfounded.
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Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes rattling the ground interrupted Qin Boyi's memory.

Everyone on the battlefield has a special feeling for horses, Qin Boyi instinctively turned his head to look for the source of the sound.

I saw a strong and handsome horse, neighing long and loudly, like a big bell and rock, going straight to the sky.

(End of this chapter)