The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Perhaps it was because of his extraordinary status that he left too few traces.

Coupled with the slave mark on his arm, he subconsciously rejects the past. but now

Seeing her smiling at him, Zhao Yuchen felt that the emotions deep in his heart were imprisoned in a fog, which was both strong and vague, making him struggle in it.

Zhao Yuchen unconsciously held Feng Ling's hand, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes showed panic.

"Ling Ling..."

He didn't know why he suddenly called out this name, although his mind was blank and there was no impression.

The girl in the red dress who was planning to leave suddenly turned around, and her face became clearer under the light.

Feng Ling's deep eyes locked on Zhao Yuchen, and then slowly approached. She gently pressed her hands on his arms and kissed his lips tenderly.

This kiss was sentimental and full of nostalgia, showing her seriousness.

However, the moment their lips touched, Zhao Yuchen's mind suddenly roared.

His heart seemed to be torn apart by a powerful force, and some chaotic memory fragments emerged crazily.

His blood vessels were beating wildly in his mind, as if they were about to burst.

Those familiar yet unfamiliar pictures made him unable to control himself, and his originally calm face was instantly distorted.

He seemed to finally remember something, and those dusty memory fragments gradually came together.

He looked up at her with confusion and surprise in his eyes.

"Xiaojiu, how could you kiss me secretly?"

He recalled his encounter with her and the heart that beat for him.

"You promised me that you would never be bullied again. You would always be by my side. You would always accompany me and protect me. You could not lie to me."

Her words echoed in his ears.

They escaped from marriage together and eloped to a picturesque village to live a peaceful life.

"We haven't even gotten married yet, and I haven't even given you a betrothal gift, so you want me to marry you? How can there be such a good thing in the world?"

She said coquettishly.

The memories in Zhao Yuchen's mind were like a silent movie, emerging scene by scene.

The time spent with Feng Ling became vivid again. Every detail of her playful way of teasing him, her worried expression, and her determination to run towards him were so clear.

These memories were like sharp daggers, hitting the depths of his soul.

The unforgettable pain made him almost collapse. A torrent of memories surged forward, with her face always at the center.

From the first acquaintance to the parting, her shadow was everywhere, and the last thing that echoed in his ears was her helpless crying, which plunged Zhao Yuchen into deeper pain and despair.

How could he forget? His beloved Ling Ling, the person he once cherished as his life.

He loved her deeply, and that love was enough to make him give up everything.

But what did he do after losing his memory?

How did those hurtful words and cold deeds come out of his mouth?

Zhao Yuchen felt a strong pain rising from the bottom of his heart and spreading throughout his body.

He would rather die than let her suffer any harm. How could that "he" cause her to endure such great pain and despair?

The recovery of memory is like a torn wound being opened again, the pain is so painful that it is almost impossible to breathe.

Feng Ling beside her stepped away after a gentle kiss.

Zhao Yuchen saw her pale complexion, which was almost transparent white, like mist under the moonlight.

Then, she took out a delicate small box from her arms and handed it to him.

"Xiaojiu, do you remember? I asked you to take me away from that ridiculous wedding."

Her voice was trembling, but her eyes were full of determination.

"The only son of that arrogant city-defending general, he fell in love with me, not because he loved me, but because of Hongye Valley's poison. He used human life to feed that evil poison." She paused. , took a deep breath, as if trying to calm down the excitement in his heart,

"Now, you finally know. Hongye Valley's life-sustaining Gu is to exchange one's life for the continuation of another's life. And I am the chosen one."

Zhao Yuchen held the box tightly, his eyes filled with tears, and his heart hurt as if it was being torn apart.

He remembered everything, the word "slave" branded on her arm, and the plum blossom-shaped mark she once showed him with a smile on the inside of her arm.

"Ling Ling."

He shouted her name hoarsely and tried to get closer to her, but his body began to refuse to obey.

His strength seemed to be drained away, and he could only look at the blood seeping out of Feng Ling's wrist.

"sorry"

He whispered, but the sound was carried away by the wind and did not reach her ears.

He wanted to get closer to her, but found that he couldn't even stand firmly.

Zhao Yuchen tried to hug her tightly, but the strength of his body seemed to be taken away.

Zhao Yuchen grabbed Feng Ling's wrist with force, and tears fell down.

"what did you do to me……"

Feng Ling looked at him, a trace of pain flashed in her eyes,

"I put a drug in the cake I gave you. I don't want you to see me die."

He shook his head, his voice hoarse,

"do not go……"

Feng Ling put the broken jade pendant in his hand,

"I will return the jade pendant to you. You can forget that promise and go find your happiness."

Then, Feng Ling opened his hand and turned to leave.

In his eyes, she didn't look back, she just left silently.

"and many more!"

Zhao Yuchen's anxiety almost made him suffocate. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his body slipped weakly from the root of the tree.

Hearing this voice, Feng Ling seemed to hesitate in her steps. She was swaying, obviously seriously injured.

Zhao Yuchen behind him was still struggling desperately. He tried to stand up, but his strength completely disappeared. His fingers sank deeply into the soil, and his fingertips were bleeding with blood and mud.

"Ling, Lingling..."

"I know I was wrong...I was really wrong..."

His chest hurt as if it was being torn apart, and his eyes were full of despair. He stared at Feng Ling's leaving back and called over and over again,

"I remembered...I remembered everything..."

"Don't leave me...I can't lose you..."

"Please, don't leave! Don't leave me!!"

……

Mo Lingqiu was in an extremely happy mood today. He was holding a pack of medicinal materials in his right hand and a live fish he had just bought from the market in his left hand.

This time his luck was surprisingly good.

When the old fish seller Li saw him, he immediately showed special enthusiasm. He even waved hello to him on the street and asked him why he hadn't been to the market recently. It seemed that without his voice on the street, the market seemed a little lonely.

"Brother Mo, why haven't I seen you for a long time? This street has lost your charm. Those women are so arrogant now, they are just waiting for you to punish them!"

Old Man Li said with a smile.

Mo Lingqiu responded to Lao Litou with a smile and explained that someone in the family was sick, so he was busy recently.

After hearing this reason, Old Man Li immediately showed his generosity and directly chose the biggest and fattest fish for him, and then half-jokingly said: (End of chapter)