Feng Nitianjiao: Three Lives Three Worlds Song in the Cloud

Chapter 7 Drunken Blood Listening to the Wind [7]

Ning Xuanwu was as quiet as a statue in the snow, his eyes became confused, as if he was caught in a distant memory, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

"Xuanwu!" After waking up, Luo Yanying felt that the pain in her body had disappeared a lot. She lifted up her dragon robe, wrapped it in a cloak, and was about to crawl towards Xuanwu.

"Qingying, does it still hurt..." Ning Xuanwu saw that after she woke up, the first name he called out was himself, and a warm current flowed through his heart.

It's just that before Yan Yan had climbed a few steps, Yu Jingzhuo had already grabbed her long hair mercilessly, and lifted her up, "Ning Xuanwu, my patience has run out."

"It hurts!" Yan Yan cried out bitterly, "Let me go, let me go!"

Her legs kicked in the air subconsciously, but no matter how she struggled, Yu Jingzhuo didn't let go.

"Your Majesty, don't hurt her, let her go!" Ning Xuanwu looked at Luo Yanqian affectionately, already planning for the worst in his heart, "Qingqian, there is one thing I never told you, in fact, you still have another Names, except you've been useless for three years because no one calls you that."

Luo Yanying burst into tears, and then gave up struggling, "Xuanwu, don't talk! Let me die, let me die!"

She lived in too much pain and suffering, ever since she knew the secret, she wanted to die, but she couldn't, because Xuanwu refused to let her die, and because of the love he gave her, she didn't have the courage to die.

Originally, she hoped to go to hell with this secret, but when she was only half a step away from the coffin, she was brought back by Yu Jingzhuo.

"She still has a name?" In Yu Jingzhuo's cold eyes, there was a flash of panic or surprise, even he himself did not know.

"Luo Yanqian, also called Yan Fangli..." Xuanwu seemed to have taken out his life, staring at Yanqian with infinite sadness, "Three years ago, your name was Yan Fangli..."

The last dam in Yan Ying's heart collapsed, and she was hugged into another's arms immediately after.

is the emperor!
He took off his shirt, lifted off the Ning Xuanwu cloak that was draped over her, held her in his arms with the dragon robe, and warmed her with his body temperature, "Li Li, it's really you, it's really you!" you……"

Hot tears poured down from the emperor's eyes.

In his memory, the woman whom he had let down to death seemed to be coming towards him from the snow.

That pretty girl was nibbling a cucumber in her hand, her red cheeks feigned anger and shouted at him, "Yu Jingzhuo, if you don't like me, I'll use this cucumber to explode your chrysanthemum!"

She always clamored that she wanted to explode his chrysanthemums the most. He never understood that besides being used for viewing and making tea, can chrysanthemums be exploded?

Yu Jingzhuo deeply remembered that at that time, he had not yet ascended the throne as a great treasure.

At that time, his world belonged to others.

Yes, this world is originally fragrant.

The life and death of Ning Xuanwu is no longer important.

Tang Yanran's fury was even more irrelevant.

Everything has become calm since he knew that Luo Yanying was Yan Fangli.

At this moment, Yu Jingzhuo felt a tenderness flowing from the bottom of his heart. He hugged the woman in his arms deeply, as if he was afraid that she would disappear from his life again due to a negligence.

"Fangli, I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's all my fault..." This is a sound of late guilt. He has been telling her in his dreams day and night for three years, how much he hopes that time can go back to the past and return to the past. To that day, back to that moment.

Cucumber, her, and the misty past between him and her surged toward Yu Jingzhuo one after another.

(End of this chapter)