The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 722 Baby girl
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"I don't even know if they opened the window paper."

Dong Chengfeng pointed to his heart.

"Shen Duruo is the kind of person who suffers in his heart and won't say a word out loud; Zhao Fox is a person who is happy but hides his expression. Only ghosts know what he is thinking."

Yan Sanhe: "You left in the autumn of the 29th year of Yuanfeng."

Dong Chengfeng: "Yes."

"Have you ever returned to the capital after you left?"

"No more."

"In July of the 31st year of Yuanfeng, the witchcraft case occurred. You don't know everything that happened in the Prince's Mansion in two years?"

"know."

Yan Sanhe felt excited, "Who told you?"

Dong Chengfeng: "Shen Duruo!"

Yan Sanhe: "You met again later."

"Not by chance."

Dong Chengfeng swallowed: "I found her after all the hard work."

Liangzhou is thousands of miles away from the capital, so even if we hurry up, it will still take a month.

In September of the 31st year of Yuanfeng, news of the prince's rebellion reached Liangzhou Prefecture, and Dong Chengfeng was so shocked that he lost his mind.

After sitting there all night, he went straight to the capital.

"You're not afraid of..."

"afraid!"

"Afraid to go again?"

"must go."

Dong Chengfeng: "First of all, I don't believe that the prince will rebel; secondly, I have to collect her body for her. Even if I don't have time to collect the body, I still have to go to her new grave to take a look."

"You didn't know she was still alive?"

"The newspaper contained only a few words and only gave a general idea. I just thought she was dead."

Yan Sanhe suddenly felt a little close to this life.

When something happened to the prince, many people tried to avoid him. Even Tang Jianxi hid in the mountains, but he went upstream.

"It should be October when you arrive in the capital."

"February next year."

"Why so late? Isn't it only a month away?"

"The prince rebelled, the old emperor passed away, and the new emperor ascended the throne... one by one, one by one, it was a big event."

Dong Chengfeng: "Forty-nine cities are sealed tightly. You can neither enter nor leave. I can only wait in an inn fifty miles away."

Those days were really like a year.

He couldn't eat and couldn't sleep. He sat in the lobby every day, listening to the guests talking about the Four Nine Cities.

Unfortunately, there isn't much useful information, it's all spreading rumors.

At night, he stood at the door of the inn, looking in the direction of the capital, filled with regret.

If I had known this, I would have had to reveal my heart to her whether life or death;

If I had known this, I would have taken her away even if she was knocked unconscious;
If I had known this, I shouldn't have left so decisively that morning, I should have looked back at her again...

Just waiting and hoping, finally looking forward to the gate of Sijiu City opening again.

He rode into the city and was stopped before he reached the Prince's Mansion.

The person who stopped him was a guard patrolling the street. Seeing that he was dressed like a foreigner, he asked him to change his route after questioning him for a few words.

Only then did he know that all the streets leading to the Prince's Mansion were guarded by guards, and no one was allowed to approach the palace, which was already in ruins.

It's been half a year, and we're still so guarded.

He couldn't imagine what a terrifying scene it must have been like in Sijiu City half a year ago.

He immediately changed his route and went to Yongding River. The most important thing in Qin Lou Chu Pavilion was guests who could talk about these things.

As soon as he sat down, he heard some guests whispering beside him. The person they were talking about was the person he thought about day and night.Only then did he know that Shen Duruo was the only one who survived in the entire Prince's Mansion.

He suddenly recalled that day when he came out of the inn, got on his horse, and suddenly saw a carriage galloping towards him in the dim morning light.

When the carriage passed by him, his nose smelled a strong smell of herbs.

He was in a hurry to enter the city, turned his head and glanced, then rushed towards Sijiu City.

"Yan Sanhe."

Dong Chengfeng still feels heartbroken when he thinks about it, "I actually passed her by."

Yan Sanhe wanted to comfort her, but didn't know how. He could only ask: "It took you several years to find her."

"Three years."

It's not difficult to find her, just ask for girls who know how to treat doctors.

What was difficult was that he found out, and when he went to find her, she had already left quietly.

"Yan Sanhe, how do you think we met?"

"Can not guess."

"In Qinglian Lane in Liangzhou City."

It's an early summer night.

He had been traveling all day and was so hungry that his chest pressed against his chest.

I randomly found a night market stall, sat down on a small bench, and asked the old man setting up the stall, "What's the best thing on your stall?"

At this time, a voice came from behind softly: "The cold skin is delicious."

As if he was struck by lightning, he turned around suddenly and saw a familiar face, it was Shen Duruo.

The four eyes meet each other, as if a lifetime away.

Everything in the world was still. Those days of rushing and the lonely nights were finally replaced by the person in front of me at this moment.

After a long time, the man smiled: "Long time no see, Chengfeng!"

She wore her hair in a woman's bun and wore women's clothes. Her skin was no longer white, there were a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and she looked more than ten years older.

Only a pair of eyes are still so dark and so bright.

His eyes were hot and his vision was blurry, "Shen Duruo, how the hell did you become like this?"

The warm wind blew her hair, and she smiled again: "Dong Chengfeng, why can't I become like this?"

Hearing this, Yan Sanhe frowned tightly, "Didn't you hear that she was admitted into the palace by the prince?"

"Yeah, no Na."

Dong Chengfeng looked straight at Yan Sanhe and said word by word: "But she gave birth to a child for the prince."

what?
All the blood in Yan Sanhe's body stopped flowing.

"She was a premature baby. She couldn't cry or be angry when she was born. She underwent thirteen injections of Gui Men and was rescued when she got to No. 12 injections."

Dong Chengfeng whispered: "It's still a... baby girl!"

These words fell in Yan Sanhe's ears, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and his blood ran cold with shock.

"If the baby girl is still alive, she should have it this year."

Dong Chengfeng smiled slightly.

"A daughter is most likely to look like her father, so she should look like Zhao Fox. I think Zhao Fox looks very average and is not as good as me at all. His eyes are prettier and his skin is fairer.

By the way, Zhao Fox has insomnia, I think that child should have it too;

Zhao Huxu wanted to sleep as soon as he heard the sound of my piano. I guess his daughter also had the same character. "

At this point, he hit his head several times and said "tsk".

"I forgot to mention that Zhao Fox also has a quirk that many people don't know about. He doesn't eat mushrooms, and he feels like vomiting when he smells them.

Yan Sanhe, please judge, is this kind of man charming or not? "

"..."

Yan Sanhe's lips moved, and her voice was so loud that even she couldn't hear it clearly.

"Dong Chengfeng, you, you...what were you talking about just now?"

(End of this chapter)