The wife and husband are not late
Chapter 508
Chapter 508
Feng Qingcheng stared at the tombstone in front of the grave, which was erected with the help of Sixiong, she murmured softly,
"Grandma, I'm leaving here to find the real culprit who killed you."
"Grandma, if there is an afterlife, I hope I can grow up early and honor you..."
Feng Qingcheng knelt in front of the grave alone. She felt that the closest person to her was her grandma. However, she didn't take good care of the old man in this life. When she woke up, her grandma died in that fire, that man-made fire...
What happened next, although Feng Qingcheng faced it very firmly, but when she remembered some things that happened, Feng Qingcheng suddenly felt that she wanted to release her depression, she just wanted to cry,
The more I felt aggrieved, thinking about it, Feng Qingcheng's tears flowed down, maybe because the night was too quiet, Feng Qingcheng's cry seemed extremely miserable and desolate.
"Brother, who is she paying homage to?"
Chu Hefeng couldn't help but ask Anyang,
It turned out that Feng Qingcheng looked fearless, why was she crying so sad in front of this grave, and the people here were so important to her?
Anyang resisted the urge to go forward to comfort Feng Qingcheng, and whispered to Chu Hefeng,
"Qingcheng's grandma is also her only relative."
When he knew that Feng Qingcheng was a little fairy doctor, Anyang had doubted whether the cured Feng Qingcheng was still the original silly Qingcheng?
However, as long as he looks at Feng Qingcheng's face, he feels that it doesn't matter whether he is or not, at least he still likes Qingcheng who is not stupid now.
However, seeing Feng Qingcheng crying so sad in front of Grandma Feng's grave now, Anyang is sure that the mysterious Qingcheng in front of him is really the original silly Qingcheng, otherwise, why would he care so much about silly Qingcheng's grandma?
Anyang looked at Feng Qingcheng's small shoulders shaking up and down, and thought in his heart: Qingcheng, when I leave Yuquan Village and arrive at Wudu, I will protect you, and no one can hurt you.
However, some things will change. Now he has forgotten Anyang. After returning to Wudu, he is no longer Anyang of the Sijia Wutang in Yuquan Village, but Anyang, the eldest prince of the Longqi Kingdom royal family. The source of the most trouble is himself.
Feng Qingcheng's tears are all gone. She is not only paying homage to her grandma, she is also paying homage to her dead self, the false family affection and absurd love in her previous life. Tonight she finally fully accepts her new identity. She is Feng Qingcheng. Qingcheng, not Wei Qingcheng!
Even after so long, Qingcheng finally realized the truth, otherwise she would have been lucky, thinking that when she woke up one day, the world around her would be different.
It's not because she misses the past, but because she hopes that she can have a chance to deal with those scumbags!
Thinking of this, Feng Qingcheng knelt down and sprinkled the bowl full of wine in front of her on the grave and said loudly,
"Grandma, if you have a spirit in heaven, bless me, let me meet all those who have hurt me."
After Feng Qingcheng finished speaking, she knocked heavily on the grave.
After hearing Feng Qingcheng's words, Anyang and Chu Hefeng looked at each other silently in tacit understanding, and there were countless question marks in their hearts. Seeing that Feng Qingcheng had already got up, neither of them took any action to avoid being discovered .
Feng Qingcheng stood up, wiped away the tears on her face, calmed down a little, and when she was about to leave, she realized that there were two people following behind her.
(End of this chapter)
Feng Qingcheng stared at the tombstone in front of the grave, which was erected with the help of Sixiong, she murmured softly,
"Grandma, I'm leaving here to find the real culprit who killed you."
"Grandma, if there is an afterlife, I hope I can grow up early and honor you..."
Feng Qingcheng knelt in front of the grave alone. She felt that the closest person to her was her grandma. However, she didn't take good care of the old man in this life. When she woke up, her grandma died in that fire, that man-made fire...
What happened next, although Feng Qingcheng faced it very firmly, but when she remembered some things that happened, Feng Qingcheng suddenly felt that she wanted to release her depression, she just wanted to cry,
The more I felt aggrieved, thinking about it, Feng Qingcheng's tears flowed down, maybe because the night was too quiet, Feng Qingcheng's cry seemed extremely miserable and desolate.
"Brother, who is she paying homage to?"
Chu Hefeng couldn't help but ask Anyang,
It turned out that Feng Qingcheng looked fearless, why was she crying so sad in front of this grave, and the people here were so important to her?
Anyang resisted the urge to go forward to comfort Feng Qingcheng, and whispered to Chu Hefeng,
"Qingcheng's grandma is also her only relative."
When he knew that Feng Qingcheng was a little fairy doctor, Anyang had doubted whether the cured Feng Qingcheng was still the original silly Qingcheng?
However, as long as he looks at Feng Qingcheng's face, he feels that it doesn't matter whether he is or not, at least he still likes Qingcheng who is not stupid now.
However, seeing Feng Qingcheng crying so sad in front of Grandma Feng's grave now, Anyang is sure that the mysterious Qingcheng in front of him is really the original silly Qingcheng, otherwise, why would he care so much about silly Qingcheng's grandma?
Anyang looked at Feng Qingcheng's small shoulders shaking up and down, and thought in his heart: Qingcheng, when I leave Yuquan Village and arrive at Wudu, I will protect you, and no one can hurt you.
However, some things will change. Now he has forgotten Anyang. After returning to Wudu, he is no longer Anyang of the Sijia Wutang in Yuquan Village, but Anyang, the eldest prince of the Longqi Kingdom royal family. The source of the most trouble is himself.
Feng Qingcheng's tears are all gone. She is not only paying homage to her grandma, she is also paying homage to her dead self, the false family affection and absurd love in her previous life. Tonight she finally fully accepts her new identity. She is Feng Qingcheng. Qingcheng, not Wei Qingcheng!
Even after so long, Qingcheng finally realized the truth, otherwise she would have been lucky, thinking that when she woke up one day, the world around her would be different.
It's not because she misses the past, but because she hopes that she can have a chance to deal with those scumbags!
Thinking of this, Feng Qingcheng knelt down and sprinkled the bowl full of wine in front of her on the grave and said loudly,
"Grandma, if you have a spirit in heaven, bless me, let me meet all those who have hurt me."
After Feng Qingcheng finished speaking, she knocked heavily on the grave.
After hearing Feng Qingcheng's words, Anyang and Chu Hefeng looked at each other silently in tacit understanding, and there were countless question marks in their hearts. Seeing that Feng Qingcheng had already got up, neither of them took any action to avoid being discovered .
Feng Qingcheng stood up, wiped away the tears on her face, calmed down a little, and when she was about to leave, she realized that there were two people following behind her.
(End of this chapter)
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