Looking at each other to the end of the world

Wuliang Temple

Jinghong was pacing back and forth outside the temple, wanting to go to Zhuxian Terrace to check on the safety of the emperor, but the emperor ordered him to take good care of Yi Xiaobao, so he really didn't dare to move.

A little boy about seven years old came out of the temple. Every step he took seemed to be very difficult, and he kept coughing. He was very happy to see Jinghong. He looked around, but he didn't seem to see what he wanted to see. People, a little disappointed, asked: "Uncle Jinghong, why didn't he come?"

"He's busy and will come to see Xiaobao in a few days."

Xiao Bao frowned, the way he frowned was very dusty.

Everyone felt that Jun Shang was cruel to Feng Qingqing.

Only Jinghong understands that Jun Shang has always treated him cruelly.

Communicating with the host, I know that although Xiaobao is still sick, he has already passed the critical period. After all, the emperor has spent many years of immortal energy and has been nourishing him. After a few more years of conditioning, he will be like other children. Jinghong was relieved now, and hurried to Zhuxian Terrace, but except for the seeping blood, there was no trace of Jun, nor Feng Qingqing under Zhuxian Terrace.

Wouldn't it all be reduced to ashes?

Jinghong was worried, feeling like his entire sky had collapsed.

Walking towards the War Ghost Clan in a daze, he saw a familiar shadow on Wufeng Cliff.

Feng Qingqing was dressed fiercely in red, and she was on the windless cliff, looking at something in the distance, and at her feet was the monarch he had been looking for.

"Your Majesty."

Jinghong hurriedly went up to check, and found that Yichen was still breathing, but although he was not dead, most of his lifespan was lost.

"lady--"

"Don't call me Madam, that will only make me sick! Jinghong, while I can bear it now, hurry up and get out of your arms, or I will kill you too."

Feng Qingqing's eyes were full of hatred, she was surprised that she had recovered her memory and had a big misunderstanding of Yi Chenfeng.

"Husband..." Feng Qingqing had a sense of majesty, and Jinghong hurriedly changed her words: "Emperor, in fact, you misunderstood, you misunderstood, your lord, he..."

"Misunderstanding? You want to tell me that it is a misunderstanding that he loves me every night on the grounds of trading? It is a misunderstanding that she believes that I have an affair with the jailer. It is a misunderstanding that she uses my child as a medicine for Menglan? What a misunderstanding , let him not spare even his own children."

"That child..." The child didn't die, but remembering Yichenla's order, Jinghong didn't dare to say anything, he could only say: "The king actually didn't want that child."

Why do some people always excuse themselves after doing evil things?

why!

"He didn't want to, but how did he force me to watch the child who was pregnant in October to die."

"That--"

"Enough, Jinghong."

Feeling the fire burning all over Feng Qingqing, Jinghong was really worried about the safety of the emperor, so he could only leave, and added something before leaving.

"Emperor, you saved your life because you cared about whether you were right or not, and now you are doing this for you, right, so you all care about each other, why can't you—"

"Could it be that all the wrong things can be offset by a good thing? I gave him a chance back then, saying that I was afraid of Menglan, and begged him not to leave, but he still left cruelly. Jinghong... I always You will think of that child! You asked me to forgive him, and I spared his life because... death is so wonderful to him!"

He never knew how much she had been hurt.

How could she let him die so easily while he was repenting for it.

Jinghong had no choice but to leave, Feng Qingqing looked at the Mansion of the God of War and smiled, that smile was very bitter and bitter!

……

When Feng Qingqing returned to Zhuxian Terrace, she saw the familiar figure on the stage, her back was a little thin, and her frown finally eased.

Seeing that she was back, Ruoli hurried forward, "Qingqing, are you okay?" He held her cheek and looked at her to confirm that she was fine, then he was relieved.

Feng Qingqing has a lot of things she wants to ask, but she doesn't know how to ask them.

Back then, she wanted to die with all her heart, so she could bear the hundred knives without any resistance. At the critical moment, it was Ruoli who rushed over and rescued her. It was also Ruoli who told her that she was pregnant again. Live well.

Later, under Ruo Li's treatment, she fell into a coma, and when she woke up again, she became Feng Shuangshuang. Because of the pain, she alone lost the countless days and nights that she spent together with Yi Yi.

"Where's Siya?"

"In the mansion."

Feng Qingqing followed Ruoli to the Immortal Mansion, and the little one jumped into Feng Qingqing's arms like lightning.

"Mother, you're finally back," and then looked behind Feng Qingqing, "Mother, where's dad?"

Now as long as I see Siya, I will think of that child. If that child is still there, Siya will call him brother. Does that child also look like this...

"Mother, why are you crying? Mother doesn't cry—"

Like an old man, Feng Siya suddenly hugged Feng Qingqing, patted her on the back, and said softly, "Daddy said, if mother is crying, hug mother tightly."

Feeling that fleshy little hand tightening around her waist, Feng Qingqing felt her heart warm, but it hurt badly.