From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 877

After Feng Junran woke up, his dark eyes looked blankly at the snow-white ceiling above his head. Fa Yuan gave him an elixir of life, but he didn't say that he would not be injured or killed.

He watched quietly for a long time, until his mind was fully awake, and then he could clearly distinguish between dreams and reality.

Everything that happened 1000 years ago was his dream, and what happened to him 1000 years later is reality.

"Little..."

His voice was very hoarse, with deep tiredness.

Fire, he remembered it was a fire, but his little one, is it all right?
He struggled to get up, but he couldn't move. There were tubes all over his body, and a little nutrient solution was hanging above him, dripping yellow liquid.

The old housekeeper who was coming in with a lunch box suddenly saw the man struggling on the bed, his expression froze, the lunch box fell to the ground, and the preserved egg and minced meat porridge scattered all over the floor.

"Miss, miss!" The old man shouted in panic, his eyes were full of excitement and excitement, it took him a long time to realize that Ye Xiaoxiao was not here.

"Doctor, doctor!" he yelled, and couldn't help running out excitedly, his eyes filled with tears.

The young master is awake, the young master is awake!
Soon, doctors and nurses swarmed in, and the man remained in a coma for two months.

"Check the heartbeat!" A doctor opened Feng Junran's eyelids while talking, but the man couldn't help but look out frequently, he didn't want to see anyone, he only wanted to see his little one.

In the chaos, no one noticed that beside the man was an old monk with a golden robe and a gray beard.

The old monk looked at the man lying on the bed with a smile, and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, we are destined."

But the busy doctors around didn't seem to see this monk, they still checked Feng Junran's situation nervously and rhythmically.

The man on the bed couldn't help but glanced sideways at him, and said calmly, "Fa Yuan, are you still alive?"

"Hehe, the benefactor is the catastrophe of the poor monk. If the benefactor does not die, the poor monk will naturally not die either."

Feng Junran looked at the snow-white ceiling above his head indifferently, without saying a word, he is not interested in anything now, after living for a long time, he becomes indifferent to everything, and nothing can arouse his interest.

"Benefactor, the poor monk is here to tell you good news."

Hearing this, the man moved his eyes and quietly glanced at the monk.

"Ye Xiaoxiao's fate has changed, your catastrophe is over."

There was a light in the dark eyes, and the monk nodded with a smile: "Ye Xiaoxiao should have had a car accident in college and then went back to 1000 years ago, but because of the benefactor, she didn't go to college, so this matter just happened." It will never happen, benefactor, you changed all that."

After finishing speaking, Fa Yuan crossed his hands and chose the path of Buddhism with great reverence, smiling like a bodhisattva in a temple, seeing the vicissitudes of the world without any suffering.

"Amitabha, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the poor monk can also go to the bliss of the Western Paradise, see the Buddha."

After finishing speaking, the golden light flashed, and the whole person disappeared.

destiny?He changed Ye Xiaoxiao's fate?
Looking down at the finger, there are two red threads tied to it, and this time the two red threads are both lit up, like rushing blood, and like sparkling red lights.

"Miss, you are finally here, the young master is awake, awake!" There were hurried footsteps outside, and the old butler's joyful and eager voice, Feng Junran froze for a moment, feeling a little flustered in his heart for some reason , He wanted to sort out his current appearance, but found that Ben didn't have much strength, his body was very weak, and the doctors around him were still examining him.

When panicked, a beautiful figure was reflected on the glass outside the intensive care unit.

Ye Xiaoxiao, who was dressed in professional attire, showed a bit of cleanliness. His pitch-black eyes looked over deeply. The moment his eyes met, he could see joy, shock, and gradually condensed together. Slowly falling tears.

Ye Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, and couldn't help crying anymore. She quickly turned around, buried her cheeks in her palms, tears just slipped from between her fingers, and hit the ground drop by drop.

Feng Junran, wake up!

She was happy in her heart, but there was a trace of timidity in her heart. She was a little afraid to face all kinds of true thoughts of the man after he woke up.

She went to see the coffin in his study several times. That woman really resembles her, exactly the same.

"When Junjun gets better, we will take him home to recuperate!"

The old housekeeper replied yes with joy, and Ye Xiaoxiao turned around and left without hesitation. She left at a meeting, and she must know how to marry now.

And Feng Junran's eyes finally dimmed the moment he saw the little man leave.

A few months later, the man who had finished the skin grafting returned home to recuperate, but it was as if everything was reversed. Ye Xiaoxiao got up early and waited late, when he woke up in the morning, she had already left, and when he waited until late at night, she still hadn't come back. Fidgeting through his hair, he finally understood the little girl's mood.

Until one day, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he just sat in the living room and waited until two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Ye Xiaoxiao came back, her face was full of tiredness. This was the face of a 19-year-old girl, but now she looked as calm as a 50-year-old.

Feng Junran's slender eyes quietly stared at her every move, until someone walked in, looking at him who was still asleep with a look of astonishment.

"Xiao Xiao, let's get married, you know, I have never regarded you as a daughter." The hoarse voice sounded in the dark midnight, as beautiful as Cinderella's dream, but unreal.

Ye Xiaoxiao was startled, her eyes widened suddenly, she thought she had heard wrong.

"The person in the ice cellar is your substitute..."

What he loves is this soul, and that corpse is just a shell, the shell of his beloved, he is reluctant to throw it away, and he must cherish it carefully.

Tears fell instantly, and Ye Xiaoxiao felt as if someone had pulled her from her bones, and she slowly fell to the ground.

Is this the truth?Should she believe it?Can she believe it?

Feng Junran walked over slowly and hugged him horizontally: "Hey, we're getting married. If you want to go to Cambridge, I'll accompany you. I'll transfer the company to someone else. From now on, I will accompany you wherever you want to go. Never leave each other."

Ye Xiaoxiao choked with sobs, and finally hugged the man's neck tightly.

She missed the entrance time of Cambridge, but she gave up the university after all. Feng Junran did as he promised, handed over the company to Wang Chong, and took the little girl to fly all over the world. Three years later, Vantage Group's largest The news of shareholder Feng Junran's marriage dominated the headlines of newspapers and websites. Qiao Sen, who was far away in the United States, just smiled slightly after seeing it, and then turned off the computer.

Princesses belong to princes, never to knights.

The man sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

When Shen Yurong, who was putting on makeup, saw the news, she couldn't bear it any longer, crying and wasted the makeup she had just done.

63 years later.

Feng Junran quietly looked at the gradually calming heart rate meter, his dark eyes were calm.

He left the company to himself and his little child. In a silent night, he took the 84-year-old little woman with him and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Many years later, when another archaeologist came to the cemetery where one coffin disappeared, and opened the door of the tomb according to the handwriting of the predecessors, they were surprised to find that there were two extra coffins in the tomb, which turned into three coffins.

In the largest sentence is the corpse of a young man, and on the left and right sides are the corpses of two women, one is the corpse of a young woman, and the other is the corpse of an old woman.

"Professor, this man committed suicide!
A student yelled, the old professor pushed his glasses, and finally confirmed the student's statement, but no one could explain what happened to the owner of the cemetery, nor why more than half a century later, there were suddenly more Two rounds of coffins have been opened, but archaeology is like this, and various puzzles will always be found.

(End of this chapter)