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Chapter 392 One soul, two bodies

son?

Is it Yang Yunmo?

What is he waiting for her to do?
Huang Zhenzhen asked back, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Of course I know, my son is..."

Before he finished speaking, a warning voice came from not far away, "Xiaolan."

The voice was not loud, but anyone could feel the anger contained in it.

Xiaolan's face turned pale, she took a few steps back, bowed and bowed, "My lord."

"Who are you coming here?"

"My lord, why don't you let Xiao Lan say that you have been waiting for so many years, isn't it just..."

"Snapped……"

Xiaolan's cheeks hurt, and five bright red palm prints appeared on her face.

He looked at his son in disbelief.

Ever since he was a child, the young master has never hit him, not even got angry at him, now... now...

Yang Yunmo's right hand hurt slightly.

Although Xiaolan is his personal servant, since she was a child, she has been like a brother.

Even though he was distressed, Yang Yunmo's face was still calm, he cupped his fists and bowed, and said politely, "I'm really sorry, Xiaolan was spoiled by me, she was a little out of control, and Miss Huang laughed."

"It's okay. What did Xiao Lan mean just now?"

Gu Yuzhe and his party didn't know when they came out, they also stared at Xiaolan and Yang Yunmo.

Yang Yunmo smiled slightly, looked at the blue sky in the distance with some melancholy, and said melancholy, "I used to have a wife, for some reason, something happened, and I needed Xianling Hongyu to save her life, so... "

Huang Zhenzhen understood, "So, you want Xianling Ruby from me?"

"I have my own plans."

Xiaolan hastily explained, "That's not the case, young master, why didn't you make it clear to Miss Huang, obviously..."

"go out."

"Son..."

"I say it one last time, get out."

Xiaolan's eyes were red, she didn't dare to touch the young master's heart, so she could only trot away.

The young master is Yu Qingfan, and Yu Qingfan is the young master.

Why won't you say it, son?
Back in the past, Miss Huang was with Yu Qingfan, what should the young master do?
They are one soul and two bodies.

This body is the son's real body.

The young master has been waiting for Miss Huang for so many years, how can the young master be willing to see him leave?

Yang Yunmo looked at the direction Xiaolan left, sighed slightly, turned and left.

Huang Zhenzhen chased after him, "What can I do to save your wife?"

"Thank you for your kindness, I have my own way."

"Um……"

"Don't take Xiaolan's words to heart, he always speaks without thinking."

Huang Zhenzhen felt a little strange, "You are much more polite when you speak today."

"Really? When do you owe me the silver?"

The corner of Huang Zhenzhen's mouth twitched, "No money."

This man, you can go to heaven with just a few compliments.

With so much money, she didn't have any money to sell, let alone she didn't have any money to sell.

"Then come over and warm up my son's bed at night."

Ji Chenhua roared over, "The beggar is my princess, why should I warm your bed? Would you find another woman if you want to warm your bed?"

"Is she your princess?" Yang Yunmo smiled.

"of course."

"Coincidentally, my son likes to rob women the most. He didn't like her at first, but now, heh..."

The wretched smile made Ji Chenhua jump out suddenly and stand in front of Huang Zhenzhen, "Let me tell you, my brother Qiu Chen is the emperor of Li Country, if you dare to offend me, I... I will let brother Qiu Chen chop yours off." head."

Huang Zhenzhen covered his face.

What is the emperor of the pear country.

Here, Qiu Chen is nothing.

Yang Yunmo laughed arrogantly, and said contemptuously, "Emperor of Pear Country? What is he? Even if Emperor Chu stands in front of me, he still has to respect me."

"You...you are bold."

Yang Yunmo waved his right hand lightly, and the bamboo leaves in the inn moved automatically without wind.

There were many rustling sounds in the distance.

Ji Chenhua was startled, and listened carefully, "What sound?"

Chu Xiaochen screamed, "Snake, there is a snake crawling here."

Hearing the snake, Ji Chenhua's face turned pale, his legs went limp, and when he saw a little Zhuyeqing, he was so frightened that he passed out on the spot.

Yang Yunmo smiled contemptuously, "You son of a bitch, a snake can scare him unconscious, not even a woman."

After Yang Yunmo put his hands behind his back, he walked away leisurely.

Huang Zhenzhen glanced at Ji Chenhua who had passed out, and Gu Yuzhe who was still studying Xianling Hongyu, and quickly followed Yang Yunmo.

Two people, one white and one red, handsome and beautiful, everything matched so well, even Yang Yunmo's white hair was ignored.

"It's not dark yet, are you so eager to go to bed?"

Three black lines slid down from Huang Zhenzhen's head, "Can you speak humanly?"

"Strange, am I talking nonsense now?"

"..."

"The water should be seventy-five percent hot. Fill it with [-] plum petals. One more petal will not work, and one less petal will not work."

"Don't come here, let me ask you, who is your wife? What happened to her, and how can I help you?"

"What? Are you afraid that my wife will come over suddenly and cut your neck off?"

Huang Zhenzhen scolded him thousands of times in his heart.

"I have nothing to fear."

"Then what are you in a hurry for?"

"I just don't want to owe you favors, and you are Yu Qingfan's own brother, and your wife is naturally his own sister-in-law. Naturally, I have to save it within my ability." But he, why does he feel so indifferent? ?
Is it her delusion?

Or is Yang Yunmo not sad at all?
No, he is sad.

It's just that he hid the sadness deeply.

Yang Yunmo found a stone bench in the back garden and sat down. He boiled water and made tea by himself, tilted his head in a half-smile, and half-asked, "Is Yu Qingfan so important to you?"

"Do you think everyone is like you, a cold-blooded animal?"

"Do you know that no one can reverse what has happened, not even Yue Xiangxi."

"I don't believe in heaven, god, or Buddha. I only believe in myself. I can't let go of any chance."

"If you change something by force, maybe... when you come back, Yu Qingfan will not be that Yu Qingfan." He is not that him either.

"What do you mean?"

"literal meaning."

"..."

Huang Zhenzhen turned and left.

Only when she was sick would she feel that Yang Yunmo was full of worries and a little unhappy.

Only when she was sick would she want to enlighten him and help him as much as possible.

His life and death have nothing to do with her.

What is she sad about?
Suddenly, a piece of plum blossom was stuffed in his hand, and a warm and pleasant voice sounded from his ears, "Take this plum blossom carefully, if you encounter danger in the past, use your internal force to push it, and it will help you out of danger. Remember, it must not be used unless it is absolutely necessary."

Before he came out of the mist, Yang Yunmo had disappeared, leaving only a snow-white and lonely figure behind.

For some reason, seeing that sad back, she had an urge to rush over to hug him and give him warmth.

(End of this chapter)