The improved female villains regained their memories

Xu Anlu looked at him, and walked over holding the gun and the painting.

"Then Grand Tutor." Eunuch Shi looked at Yang Pingsheng: "We're leaving now."

Yang Pingsheng nodded: "Say hello to the Queen Mother for me."

Crowds come and go.Surrounded by the crowd, Xu Anlu walked slowly down the mountain.

She turned her head and looked at the man standing at the door through the gap of the crowd.

He stood, his clothes puffed up by the cold wind, his body stood up straight, like a high mountain, the white snow fell in pieces, whitening his head.

She suddenly dropped something, whether it was a gun or a painting, and just bumped into it and rushed out of the crowd, causing a commotion.Then, like an arrow leaving the string, it hit his arms straight.

"Teacher, Tutor..."

She burst into tears.

"I lied to you, I cried, I'm sorry, I lied to you, I can't bear you..."

Yang Pingsheng stroked Xu Anlu's head and looked not far away, his gaze seemed to penetrate time.

"Little Lu."

As he spoke, he finally called back his name.

"When will you grow up?"

People are born to die.When people meet, they must be separated in the end.

Such a simple truth can only be understood by grown-up people.

"I'm sorry, Taifu, I don't want to leave you."

Xu Anlu cried and said.

The red figure squirmed in the whiteness, she looked at all this with indifference.

It's not that I can't see it anymore, the old thing is very broken, and I will go back to the palace in a few days, so I don't want to talk about it, Xu Anyin thought.

She couldn't understand what there was to cry about. Compared to what happened to her before her rebirth, what happened to Xu Anlu was nothing worth mentioning.

"I don't know what to think, even if it's a real separation, so what?"

Xu Anyin shook his head disdainfully.

After all, people have to be separated, and it is extremely immature to be attached to the person who is separated.

Xu Anlu didn't grow up, but Xu Anyin did.

Her experience, her tribulations, have made her see through the cold and warm, and she will no longer be obsessed with the differences between people.

She has grown up.

At least, she thought so herself.

Chapter 72: Let the Pigeons Go

The loneliness in the mountains and forests, even in the New Year, reveals the desertedness.

Only Yang Pingsheng was left alone.

The falling snow rolled down with the spirit of spring, the ice melted, and even the water potential of the river rose a lot.

He listened to the sound of water and watched the white snow for several days.

After the new year, the weather didn't warm up immediately, and the world was still terribly cold.The fire in the brazier went out in the middle of the night, and no one came to refill it for him, so he had to add a few more layers of quilts to cover them tightly.

Living like this is a bit lonely, he thought, if the nine worlds are completed, he must make a wish to the system to see if he can have someone to accompany him.

That person had better be a woman, beautiful, gentle, and able to spend the rest of his life with him.

It's just that after completing this life, there is still a sixth life.It's been a long time, he doesn't know if he can still love her if there is such a person.

He had already noticed that his heart was hardening.

A month later, the weather has warmed up slightly, and the sun's light reflects on the snow, revealing a piece of white.

"time to go."

Yang Pingsheng pushed open the door, let out a deep breath, and said.

"Is it really good to let Xu Anyin's pigeons go?"

The ball of light flew out and floated beside Yang Pingsheng: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I was just thinking, should we do something over there?"

"That's right." The system said, "Ling Shui'er is dead."

Yang Pingsheng listened to these words, looked at the snow scene in front of him, took a long time, and took a step forward.

"That's it."

Terribly cold.

His body is still straight, his face is a little old, but his eyes are full of spirit, and there is still hope in them.

The system looked at it, not knowing what to think.

"Let's go."

"Is everything packed?"

"Do I still need to clean it up?" Yang Pingsheng looked at it, "Aren't you all right?"

"Hmph, as long as you walk according to the way of heaven, I'm very reliable."

The ball of light swayed from side to side and merged into Yang Pingsheng's body.

"Anyway, I'm your partner at least. If something goes wrong with you, I'll have a headache."

it says.

"Then I really thank you."

Yang Pingsheng opened the courtyard door and walked out. This is where he parted from Xu Anlu a month ago.

After walking a few steps forward on the stone road, he stopped and turned his head.

It is the time when spring comes, the snow melts, everything is thriving, the willows in the yard sprout new buds, the green bamboos stand upright, and the new florets sway in the wind.

"If everything is over, I want to live here too." He muttered to himself.

Just, don't be alone anymore.

In those half a year of life, the best time was when someone was with me, and when everyone was almost gone, it was inevitable that I would be lonely.

He thought of a lot, Xiaohua's gentleness, Xiaozhu's respect, if he is really their teacher, maybe this is a good ending.

Unfortunately, this is just the beginning.

Bye now.

He looked away and went down the mountain.

After entering the city, he first went to the inn to receive the latest information.As the system said, Xu Anlu returned to the palace this month and was assassinated no less than ten times.

Xu Anyin had already expected this, so he made an agreement with Yang Pingsheng that Yang Pingsheng would come back within a few days after the New Year to ensure Xu Anlu's safety.But obviously, he broke his promise, without Yang Pingsheng's protection, Xu Anyin could only come by himself.

If her body is still there and her cultivation level is still a true immortal, not to mention protecting Xu Anlu, she can just take revenge directly, but unfortunately, she is just a remnant soul now.

"Wen Tianzong has already sent people into the court, and the two pawns Xiaozhu and Xiaohua have also come in. Xu Anyin dare not reveal it, and his means are limited."

In the hotel room, Yang Pingsheng put the information on the table, sat on the chair, and looked at the moonlight outside the window in thought.

"What does Ling Yan'er mean by recalling me at this juncture?"

"There's nothing I don't understand." The system popped up again, "It's definitely not what she meant to recall you, it must be to ask Tianzong. Zong's chess pieces are just for their internal fighting, so Dayan Dynasty only has two chess pieces here."

"Then why did Ling Yan'er kill Ling Shui'er?"

This is the biggest doubt now, and Yang Pingsheng didn't figure it out.

"Ghost knows, you don't care about him, anyway, after completing the task, we will leave. The power struggle here has nothing to do with us."

"indeed."

"By the way, you have to remember the character design, and be more tender to Ling Yan'er."

"understood."

tenderness.

He clutched his heart, for some reason, he thought of the previous two lives.

Wen Shihan, his younger sister, when we parted, curled up on the bed alone, helpless.

Luo Benmo, my elder sister, when we parted, stayed in the ground alone without seeing the light of day.

Separation is really a heart-wrenching word.

He looked at the bright moon in the sky, and thought to himself, can he really be tender?

Thinking of this, suddenly, the systemized ball of light came over and snuggled up beside him.

"I say…"

It said: "The task is completed, do you want to get you a house in the mountains?"

"Why did you say that suddenly?"

"Didn't you mutter it yourself?"

The system remembered what Yang Pingsheng said to himself when we parted.

"Let's talk later."

Yang Pingsheng said: "When the time comes..."

Maybe when the time comes, the wish he wants to make will be different.

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Since ancient times, the imperial palace has been built with majesty.

Palaces generally have golden roofs, red doors, and an antique style, which makes people feel a sense of solemnity.