Abandoned wife in the bridal chamber: General, you are divorced

Chapter 234 Letter

This is how to do! ?

She couldn't "transmit voice" to Murong Fengyuan from a distance, could she?Where did she get this ability!

Jun Chuyue couldn't help but slander, but fortunately, her eyesight during the day is pretty good, and she is overlooking from a high place, so she won't miss anything. Thinking about it this way, she might be able to seize the opportunity better. .

She comforted herself like this, but even so, the subconsciously clenched palms still revealed the tension and anxiety in her heart at the moment.

Murong Fengyuan...

Will he really show up?
If he does appear, how will he appear?
Is it interlocking fingers with the little princess of Xiling Kingdom and walking together?

Or are you talking about fresh clothes, angry horses, and high-spirited?
And what she wants to know most is...

Did he really forget her.

Jun Chuyue pulled the corner of her lower lip slightly, and smiled bitterly. She thought, if that's really the case, if that man really looked at her coldly with strange eyes...

Probably, she would choose to run away.

Ah.

It's just too useless!

Can't think about it any further.

Jun Chuyue closed her eyes abruptly, took a deep breath, and then slowly let it out from her chest.

The restless mood seemed to have calmed down a little because of this deep breath.

In other words, she calmed down a lot, stood up from the tree with her back, looked around, and focused her eyes on a bamboo forest not far away.

bamboo……

Maybe it will come in handy.

Thinking about it, Jun Chuyue seized the time and walked quickly, only to see that the growth of this bamboo forest is not very good, the bamboo is sparse, and many leaves have turned yellow and withered, and the withered yellow color has even begun to spread to the main trunk. Apparently it was caused by poor soil and lack of nutrition.

But for her now, three words are enough.

Jun Chuyue did what she said, she took the time to cut a few bamboo branches, and after a lot of tossing, a small bow and arrow appeared in her hand. She still showed a satisfied expression——

Supplemented by her internal strength, it shouldn't be a problem.

Jun Chuyue thought while tying the cloth that had been prepared to the arrow, pulling it to make sure it would not loosen, and then returned to the place where it was before.

Now everything is ready, just waiting for people to come.

She thought, looking far away in the direction of the palace.

……

At the same time, a luxurious carriage bearing the royal emblem of the Xiling Kingdom was slowly driving out of the palace gate.

"Brother Murong, you're so kind, I thought you wouldn't agree to come out to Baoshan Nunnery with me."

Lian Mu'er smiled sweetly, tugged at the sleeve of the man beside her, and pointed to a plate of grapes on the low table: "Brother Murong, can you peel the grapes for me to eat?"

"Mu'er should peel it by myself." Murong Fengyuan took a look and said lightly, "I'm still a little tired, I want to take a nap, call me when you get there."

His tone and attitude are both indifferent, neither close nor distant, as indifferent as water, respectful as a guest.As the words fell, before Lian Muer could speak, she closed her eyes——

He doesn't know his past.

The first memory is two months ago, the moment when Ming Luo Empire opened its eyes.

I still remember that when he saw Lian Mu'er for the first time, he felt a special sense of intimacy, but as time went by, this feeling gradually became weaker and weaker, as if he instinctively didn't like being too close to her close to like.

He didn't understand why.

Obviously he is her son-in-law, and everyone in this city is spreading the word of their love as husband and wife, and the deep love between husband and wife...

But he always felt that it shouldn't be him.

The woman next to him should not be Lian Mu'er.

but.

If it wasn't Lian Mu'er, who would it be?

……

After traveling for half an hour, the carriage stopped in front of the gate of Baoshan Nunnery.

"Brother Murong..." Lian Mu'er blinked her eyes and looked at the man half beggingly: "Come in with me, you see we're all here, if you don't accompany me, there will definitely be people talking nonsense of."

"You are the most beloved little princess in Xilin Kingdom, who would dare to make irresponsible remarks in front of you?"

"Brother Murong—"

"..."

Facing Lian Muer's coquettish expression with her mouth pursed and her voice drawn out, Murong Fengyuan was surprised that her heart was so peaceful.

But he also understands his identity. After all, he is Lian Muer's son-in-law, so he can't do too much to save her face.

"Then go down."

Murong Fengyuan got up and got out of the car first, then went back to take Lian Mu'er next.

Little did they know that this scene was all watched by the girl on the hill not far away.

Murong Fengyuan...

Despite the distance, she recognized him at first sight.

She thought about it day and night, the man she had been thinking about for so long...

The first time I saw it, I felt as if something had been shattered in my heart, my chest was stuffy, like a huge stone was pressed down, and something seemed to be blocked in my throat...

Jun Chuyue stared greedily at the figure in the jade tree facing the wind, her eyes were not even willing to blink, as if she was afraid of missing any of his small movements.

Until she watched him gently take a beautiful woman out of the carriage, and then just like the rumors in the market, the two held hands and walked side by side to Baoshan Nunnery.

That woman is the little princess of Xiling Kingdom, Lian Muer...

calm down!

You have to calm down!

Jun Chuyue reminded herself, took another deep breath, raised her hand, stretched her bow and set her arrows, her eyes closely followed the figures of the two men.

She only has one chance!
Be sure to wait for the best opportunity to send out the cloth on this arrow!
……

There are five major halls in Baoshan Nunnery. Even Mu'er will respectfully burn incense and worship every time she enters the first hall. At first, Murong Fengyuan accompanied her in. Because of the smoke, he stayed outside the hall and waited.

Finally, I feel a little more comfortable.

Murong Fengyuan closed his eyes slightly. Even when he was relaxing, his back was straight, the sun was shining brightly, sprinkled in the mottled light and shade of fireworks in front of the Buddha, and faintly outlined a certain simple and dignified atmosphere...

Whoosh!
An almost inaudible sound of breaking through the air suddenly broke the silence.

Murong Fengyuan: "..."

Opening his eyes, everything is still the same as usual, even Mu'er hasn't come out, and the sound of chanting in the hall is still...

He raised his hand slowly, spread his five fingers, and in his palm lay a small bamboo arrow, with a small piece of cloth tied to the body of the arrow.

This is... for him?

Murong Fengyuan subconsciously glanced in the direction of the arrow, but was blocked by lush trees.

He took off the cloth, broke off the bamboo arrow, threw it into the incense burner in the courtyard, and then carefully unfolded the cloth.

There is only a row of cute small characters in the eyes, only one sentence and eight characters: ten miles of red makeup, will you marry me?
(End of this chapter)