The Reborn Wife Returns

Chapter 492 The Last Side (3)
My heart vaguely sympathizes with the two of them, and I can understand Murong Qingyun's madness, but it doesn't mean that I can forgive him for designing her like that!
With a lot of thoughts, he exhausted his last ounce of strength and pushed Nalan Qing away.Running to the door, the door has been locked and cannot be opened at all.Shen Qinglan was so anxious that she was sweating profusely, looking at Nalan Qing who was suffering and enduring, she didn't dare to knock on the door for fear of accidentally attracting Murong Qingyun.She could only run to the window, through the slightly open gap, she saw Murong Qingyun lying on the tree trunk below, Shen Qinglan was almost desperate!

Is she really going to be trapped here to death today?
Nalan Qing's eyes were red, and big drops of sweat slid down his forehead, some of which had already rolled into his eyes. There was a tingling pain, and his consciousness became more blurred.

Shen Qinglan gritted her teeth, untied her waist, and stepped forward to tie Nalanqing's hands.

But he was a little timid in his heart, fearing that her strength would lose to him, and that she would fall into a tiger's mouth instead.Walking with his back tightly against the wall, not daring to make any noise.

"Lan'er, hurry up, tie me up." Nalan Qing bit her tongue, bright red blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, maintaining the last trace of clarity.He knew that after losing consciousness this time, even if he was killed, he would not be able to wake up!

Shen Qinglan could hear the solemnity in his words, she held the waist tightly tightly, and her waist was soaked with sweat.A flash of determination flashed in his eyes, he stepped forward quickly, grabbed Nalan Qing's hand, and clasped it behind his back, tying a knot.

He bit the quilt, tore it into strips, and covered Nalan Qing's eyes.Shen Qinglan breathed a sigh of relief, concentrated on finding a way, and broke through the door.

Moving the small bench, knocking on the door one after another, the door began to loosen.There was surprise in Shen Qinglan's eyes, and she bent over to pry it open.Taking a few steps back, he bumped into a solid chest, and the surprise in his eyes turned into fear.Her heart sank suddenly, Nalan Qing had already broken free from the knot in her hands, and her hands were like iron tongs, tightly clasping her.

"what--"

One flipped and pressed her against the door.Shen Qinglan yelled out in fright!

Nalan Qing's cheeks were flushed, and her breath was hot.He eagerly kissed Shen Qinglan, and suddenly, the door was knocked open by an external force.Jimo Li, dressed in purple, broke into the room, followed by two guards.

"Knock him out!" Jimo Li saw the scene in front of him, and his eyes were filled with anger.

The guard stepped forward, held up the scabbard, and struck Nalan Qing on the back of the neck.

Nalan Qing hadn't met Shen Qinglan before, her head went dizzy, and she collapsed limply on the ground.

Jimoli took off her outer garment and put it on for Shen Qinglan.Seeing her still in shock, a flash of pity flashed in her eyes.He patted her on the shoulder, seeing her suddenly looking over, slowly gathering the beam of light in his slack eyes, and said softly, "It's all right."

Shen Qinglan was really desperate just now, she was poisoned by the medicine given by Murong Qingyun, even though she woke up, the strength in her body seemed to have been drained, and she couldn't lift her spirits at all.Originally gritted her teeth to pry open the door, but in the end Nalanqing restrained her, and felt a mountain pressing her down, unable to move. When she thought that Murong Qingyun's plan would succeed, she did not expect Jimo Li to appear.

I was very touched in my heart. In the most critical and difficult time in her previous life, it was him... the Lianyue back then who gave her two steamed buns and saved her.

This time, he appeared again at a crucial moment.

He closed his eyes fiercely, as if he was dressed in blue again, in the inn, begging her to help his companion with a pale face.At that time, she firmly refused.If he is also willing to die and refuse to save...it is also reasonable.

But he saved it!
Tightening his palms tightly, with mixed feelings in his heart, he lowered his head and said, "Lianyue, you can find me for anything except one request. I will help you!"

There was a flash of pain in Jimo Li's eyes, and a mocking smile flashed across his lips.How could he not know the condition she said?To him, the throne has always been something outside of him!She never knew why he came back and got involved in this dispute!
"Okay." Although thinking so in his heart, Jimo Li still nodded.Only if he agrees, will she feel better?
Shen Qinglan's whole body seemed to be in a state of collapse, with her arms folded around her chest, she tightly held the clothes that were draped over her shoulders, with one hand supporting the wall, she walked out step by step.After stepping out of the door, he paused suddenly and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Jimo Li was silent for a long time, watching her leave with frivolous footsteps.After all, he was worried and chased after him: "I'll take you back."

Qi Jingfeng rushed to King Yan's mansion, King Yan was dressed in a black python robe, and sat on the seat with a serious face.The sword eyebrows entered the temples, and the peaks of the eyebrows were tightly furrowed, a little sad.

The arms are propped on the small table, and a porcelain altar with white background and blue pattern is placed beside it, and a piece of white cloth is laid under the altar.

When Qi Jingfeng stepped into the hall, his eyes fell directly on the porcelain altar beside his hand, and his clenched heart gradually sank.Falling to the bottom of my heart, it seemed to be pierced by a sharp knife, and there were waves of colic.

"Jing Feng, your mother told me not to tell you about her serious illness. Let me incinerate her and put it in a jar after she passed away, and bring it back to you, so that you don't have to go back to Yanbei for the funeral." King Yan's eyes were full. Full of red blood, her voice was hoarse, and she said with a slight choke: "If she keeps it from you for a year or two, she will tell you after the situation subsides. She said that you will never let go and forgive yourself for the rest of your life. So, There will be such a move, so you don't want to blame her for not seeing you for the last time."

Qi Jingfeng's eyes were full of grief, after all, his mother understood him, and that's why she was so ruthless!

Both knees could not help but bend, and he knelt straight on the ground, facing the porcelain altar, and knocked his head hard three times.

Giving birth to a child is not filial, and he cannot die when his mother dies, seeing him for the last time!

"The dead are the most important, but the living are the most important. If you delay your important affairs for her affairs, it will be her fault. She said that you are always smart and assertive, and you will definitely be able to see her and understand her thoughts." King Yan Seeing Qi Jingfeng like this, he said the original sentence.

Qi Jingfeng's heart was filled with sadness, how could he take it easy?The child had not yet been born, and the mother knew about Shen Qinglan's condition, so she went to the Buddhist hall to pray for blessings every day, made many clothes for the child and sent them to Yan Wang's mansion.He wanted to see his son, and the situation in Beijing and China was tense at that time, so he wrote a letter saying that on the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he would return to Yanbei with his family.

But I don't want to, that letter is the last letter.If so, even if he brought a portrait of the child to show her, he would not die with regrets.

Tightly squeeze the hand hanging by the side, let go, and hold it tightly.He got up and hugged the porcelain altar with a dignified expression, and went to the ancestral hall.He said in a hoarse voice, "Changqing, remove the red silk."

Changqing looked at Qi Jingfeng's faintly flickering water, and the indifferent and sad figure, who seemed to be under the blow, but still stiff and upright, and walked towards the ancestral hall step by step with difficulty.

(End of this chapter)