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Chapter 84: Fortunate Meeting

Fachang Temple is still a bit far from the palace. The Duanmu family went to ask, Duanmu gentle gentleman Xuedan confronted.

Among the bamboo forests of the pine forest, Tibetan songs covered the wound on his chest, and the five fingers had been soaked with blood. Who will come to save him at this time? Leng Feiyan leaned down to unbutton his shirt, stop bleeding for him, and found another medicine for him. The familiar fingertip pressed against his wound, the temperature tearing.

Tibetan song stared at her familiar eyebrows and asked, “Who the **** are you?”

Leng Feiyan said, “Can’t you guess? It’s not difficult to guess.”

The complex feelings in Tibetan songs slowly faded away. He said, “Landlord of Yanlou.” Except for the coldness of Yanlou Landlord, who can force Duanmurou to do nothing? This person has rarely appeared in the world, or the people she met and did nothing left. Even the Tibetan Swordsman Villa had tried to find it, but her identity had not been found.

Leng Feiyan reached out to him and said, “Leng Feiyan, fortunately.”

Tibetan songs just feel that the teeth and lips are stiff, those who have had ears rubbing and loving songs, his Yan Yan has never existed. “You have been lying to me,” he said.

Leng Feiyan bandaged his wound and said, “What’s weird? People like you, I don’t lie to you, there will be others to lie.” After that, he took another pill and pinched his Jaw, feed into his mouth. The action is familiar, just like feeding him a candy.

Tibetan song lifted her hand and could hardly believe her coldness and calmness. He said, “You have been playing for Murong Yan?”

Leng Feiyan shrugged and said, “I only play for myself. Can you leave?”

Tibetan song suddenly pulled over her, clutching her shoulders with both hands: “What do you think of me? Fool? I’ve been worried about you! I still …” His lips trembled, and Leng Feiyan shaved and smiled Nose said, “I’ve also been concerned about you. It’s good to see you without any problems.”

Tibetan songs only felt deep sorrow, he said softly, “Yan Yan.”

No, this is not true. It must be just a dream.

At that time, the sea of ​​bamboo turned up again, and the moonlight shattered. Leng Feiyan slowly stretched his arms and hugged him. The breath is still familiar and stable. She whispered, “Don’t go to Murong Ruo anymore. You can’t fight him. I’ll send you out of Jinyang.”

Tibetan song stretched out his hands and wanted to hug her, but he didn’t. He clenched his hands into fists and said, “I won’t leave. If I can’t report family revenge, I will die in Jinyang.”

Leng Feiyan didn’t speak, Tibetan song suddenly asked, “Who killed my father and mother?”

Leng Feiyan said: “According to what I have received, it should be Duanmu’s injured hand.”

Tibetan song did not believe, saying: “Duanmu injury cannot be my father’s opponent.”

“Uh …” Leng Feiyan let go of him and said, “There may be other reasons for him to succeed. People in the rivers and lakes want to kill, not necessarily relying on their own skills.”

Tibetan song remembered that when he returned to the old house, he saw the tragic situation of his father and mother. He said, “He must be greeted by my mother and mother!” He slowly gritted his teeth and said vaguely, “This … Well, maybe. “

Tibetan song said, “I want Duanmu to recover blood and debt!”

Leng Feiyan said, “To be honest, now … it’s a bit difficult for you. Sometimes, people can rely on courage, but courage and faith are limited after all. You have a chance of winning a fight alone with Duanmu. Moreover, Duanmu injury will not fight with you alone! As long as the branch is closed, all you have to face is the rivers and lakes and the entire court, and … “and Yanlou. She didn’t say the rest.

Tibetan song was silent, and Leng Feiyan gently pressed his shoulder and said, “Even if you leave Jinyang, you will stay in Qingshan. Forget about it in the future. You can improve your skills and come to him to seek revenge. . “

Tibetan song said, “Why do you help me?”

Leng Feiyan held up his face, printed a kiss between his forehead, and said, “There is no grudge between you and me. It can even be said that it is a couple. Why don’t I help you?”

A few rhythmic birdsongs came from the front. Leng Feiyan said, “I have something. You hide here, and I will come to you after the withdrawal of the imperial court.”

After all, he didn’t wait for him to respond and pulled away.

At that time, the Duanmu family had requested the decree, and the Fachang Temple was a royal temple. Murong Yan sent Feng Ping over. Feng Ping led the Guards, entered the temple, and immediately Feng Shan searched.

However, even if they dig the ground three feet, they did not find the trace of Murong Ruo. Every monk in the temple, Feng Ping had carefully inspected and found nothing.

The next day, Duanmu Rou and others had to evacuate. Feng Ping and Duanmu Brothers returned to Jinyang City. Duan Mu Rou said, “Weird things. Last night, we were chasing Murong Ruo to Fachang Temple. How could we not see it?”

Feng Ping said, “To capture him, we need someone’s help.”

Duanmu knew that, and said, “Sister Jiang?”

Feng Ping nodded.

Three people secretly went to Jiangfu, Jiang Sanyi just went down. Last night I heard that Murong Ruo returned to Jinyang City. Murong Yan was angry and killed hundreds of monks in the singing hall. Now when three people come over, he is not surprised and asks, “What happened last night?”

Duanmu injury said everything, Feng Ping sat beside and frowned while listening. Jiang Sanyi groaned a little and said, “Are you sure Leng Feiyan intentionally let go of Tibetan songs?”

Duanmu hurts and nodded: “Her swordsmanship … Above me, if you really want to take Tibetan songs for your life, you can’t let him escape. You must be merciful.”

Jiang Sanyi said: “So it seems that the two people are old knowledge.”

Duanmu Rou also said, “At that time, under the mountain gate of Fachang Temple, Tibetan songs covered Murong Ruo for help. I saw that it was already possible to take Tibetan songs. A masked man in black suddenly appeared and rescued him. Now I listen to you Generally speaking, is this person Leng Feiyan? “

Jiang Sanyi took a sip of tea and smiled: “If that’s the case, it will be easy.”

Duanmu Rou said: “Without concealing your prime minister, if Murong suddenly disappears out of thin air, it is really suspicious.”

Feng Ping also said: “I sent people to search all over Fachang Temple and did not find the shadow of Murong Ruo.”

Jiang Sanyi said, “Fachang Temple is an ancient temple. The deep mountain path is complicated. How many dark compartments are there, if it is really a hidden Tibetan, how can it be found by officers and men?”

Feng Ping said: “Xiaguan thinks the same way, but can we let the prince abandon to escape from heaven again? This is a great achievement.”

Jiang Sanyi said: “It’s not just great work.” He suddenly asked Duan Muju: “When you killed Zang Tianqi, what did you say?”

Duanmu injury did not understand why he suddenly asked this again and said, “At that time, Zang Tianqi was seriously injured, and someone cut off one of his hands. When I shot my hand, I was weak and terrified and killed him. He has almost no combat power. “

Jiang Sanyi said, “You said, who can cut off one of his hands?”

Duanmu injury and Duanmurou looked at each other, and the two people said at the same time: “Lengfeiyan?”

Jiang Sanyi laughed, “God help me!”

The three did not understand what he was saying. He said: “Fend the commander, all the embargoes of Fachang Temple are evacuated, but they need to be kept under close surveillance. If there are insufficient staff, they will be replaced by Duanmu family. Removed Murong Ruo. “

Feng Ping and Duanmu both responded. Jiang Sanyi also said, “In addition, Duanmu, you have to find a way to develop a cold weapon. If she fights with a master like Zang Tianqi, it is impossible to change the ordinary blade. So The fracture of Zang Tianqi’s wrist bone must be in line with her blade. With this, you can contact the second son of Zang. I believe that he is still supporting Murong Ruo to this day, it must be because of this blood.

Duanmu hurt his eyes, and said, “Fantastic chess!”

Jiang Sanyi said: “This is a plan to eat three birds at a time, it is really a good time and place for people.”

Feng Ping asked, “Where are the three birds? Murong Ruo, Tibetan songs and Leng Feiyan?”

Jiang Sanyi glanced at him and smiled, “What’s the second son of Tibet? Is it worth the trouble of my husband?”

All three were choking.

At this time, Yilu Mountain. Zuo Langlang often goes hunting. She raised her for a few months, but slowly gets better. The medicine that Master Xuezhan gave her was very useful, but it was just another medicine, and it was impossible to recover to the original.

When she came out, she had nothing long, but Leng Feiyan gave a thousand and two silver. For her, it was enough.

Now in this deep mountain, snake ants are infested, and her hut is covered with medicine powder for driving snakes, but no snake insects come in.

Not far from her is a small village of 30 or so families. The villagers will train Hai Dongqing and knead leather goods. The left wolf hit his prey, and from time to time he asked them to knead it.

She feeds her mouth and has more than enough food and clothing, but the village has had a hard time. After all, there are villages around Tu He and Shan Rong. They are crowded and often bully the villages next to them. Buying strong and selling strong is not uncommon.

Because of this village’s exceptional poverty, elderly women and children often rely on wild vegetables to feed their hunger. Zuo Canglang can’t see this. Now he can’t fight against foreigners by himself. He can only play more prey and help from time to time.

Over time, the people in the village became familiar with her, and pity on a woman, and she moved her to the village several times. Zuo Canglang didn’t agree. If … in case anyone does not die, her identity will only cause disaster to these people, right?

So she lived in the mountains all the time, and people in the village occasionally gave her some corn and cloth. These are very expensive in the border town. The left wolves are not good at taking their things, they are often converted into meat, and they are sent away when they are free.

After a while, I became familiar with everyone.

Her archery is accurate, and the village will ask her for help when encountering fierce prey. Once in a while, the girls in the village treated her well. Sometimes make clothes, embroider a handkerchief and the like. Occasionally I went to the market under the mountain and even brought her tea.

In return, the left wolf only gave them some of the herbs he often used. Although she is a female, she is richer than the men in the village. Gradually, an old man in the village saw her alone, and began to introduce her to the strongest and brave boy in the village, and some unmarried men often sent wild vegetables and fruits to her hut.

The left wolf couldn’t help crying and laughing. In the end, there was no way to tame a wild wolf, feed it every day, and walk around the hut from time to time. The boys are afraid to come alone.

She tried hard to forget the years after she knew him, as if she had been in the mountains and never left.

Pretend that you haven’t been tempted in this life, never got together and never parted.

Everything seemed to be fine, except that she could no longer look at these passionate men and smile at them unsuspectingly. She couldn’t think about it when they held her hand and whispered softly with her.

If this is the case, the child who reached out between the roses of Hemerocallis above the Nanshan mountain would cry?

Will those days and nights that have been imaginatively thoughtful and acacia will be filled with tears?

In fact, no one’s company is needed, which is good. The wind passes through the mountains, the flowers and leaves are fragrant. Just listen to the sound of rain or treetops, and your heart will be at peace. lonely? Sometimes there may be a little loneliness, but it is not painful, after all, you can hold back.

She hung the washed meat under the eaves, and turned back into the room. The wind blew through the mountains again, and everything was quiet. The man, in the boundless daisies, faded into smoke.

Time passed quickly and it was winter again. By December, Jiang Bilan was eight months pregnant. Seeing that it was a big belly, the doctors have been waiting personally and dare not care. She is the only master in this palace, and no one dares to oppose her.

It was just that person who hadn’t held her hand for a long time. Jiang Bilan was supported by Maid Cai, walking slowly between Meilin. Han Mei was like snow, but it was difficult to hide the worry in her eyebrows. Feng Ping walked by, and as soon as she saw her, he was ready to avoid it. When Jiang Bilan saw him, she had something to ask, and she said to Cai Ai, “The stove is cold. Please help me to get another one.”

Cai Yan promised and hurry up. Jiang Bilan then said, “Fend Commander.”

Feng Ping took a few steps and said, “Why isn’t the maiden still unhappy? Does anyone in this palace worry her yet?”

Jiang Bilan said, “Worry? I’m just a doll. I should have carved clay sculptures. Why worry?”

Feng Ping lifted her head, her eyes sorrowful. Such a woman is born sensitive and delicate. Even Chunchun, who is in front of Xie Xie, will be sad, let alone now? Feng Ping said: “After all, the mother is a mother. After standing tall, there will be fewer people around her. It is inevitable that she will be alone.”

Jiang Bilan said: “Today in this palace, you can’t just flatter with Feng Feng.”

Feng Ping said: “If you try to enjoy power, you will no longer look at things you can’t get, and you will be much happier.”

Speaking, Cai Yan had come from a distance. Feng Ping bowed and said, “Wei Chen resigned.” Jiang Bilan said, “Wait a minute.”

Feng Ping was a little hesitant, knowing exactly what would happen if such a thing was passed on by the palace people, but he would still stand still. Jiang Bilan said, “The child in this palace is going to be born. You should let your father take care of the bitch.”

Feng Ping replied yes, then he resigned.

Feng Ping has been closely monitoring Fachang Temple in recent days, but has not found the trace of Murong Ruo-few people know about Murong Ruo’s appearance. It was Duan Murou who was chasing that night, and only knew that Murong Ruo was protected by the Tibetan song, and did not see his appearance clearly.

Now that he has been shaved, where is he found among the monks?

At the foot of the Fachang Temple, between the pine forests, Tibetan songs were disturbed. He knew that Leng Feiyan was right, and even if he found an upper wood injury at this time, he might not be able to avenge his family. But do you really want to flinch? Who knows what happened after this retreat?

Hesitating, suddenly someone approached. Tibetan song was busy flying on the tree, a voice already said, “Tibetan song, come out, I have something to say to you.”

It’s Duanmu injury! Tibetan song gritted his teeth, he is now injured, no matter what, Duanmu injured opponent. The enemy was near, and his eyes were split.

Duanmu injury said: “Tibetan song, listen, I know you have always misunderstood the Duanmu family. I didn’t bother to explain it to you, but my brother thinks that the Tibetan sword villa and Duanmu family are both martial arts fellows. You explain one or two. “

He used his internal force to make sounds, and his voice was loud, ringing through the forest. Tibetan song didn’t speak, Duanmu hurt continued, “I have evidence to prove who killed your father and mother.”

Tibetan song froze, Duanmu injury said, “It’s cold and cold. You think about it, who can kill him when he is martial arts master? Also, when the owner of the Tibetan Zhuang died, did you see the wound on his body? I It ’s because he took his first rank to come to his Majesty to invite merit, but the person was killed by Leng Feiyan. If you do n’t believe it, and compare Leng Feiyan’s glaive with the wound on the broken wrist of the owner of the Tibetan village, let us know It’s true. “

He only knows that Tibetan songs are still in the mountains and forests, but it’s hard to tell exactly where. Now I have to spread the sound like this, hoping that he can hear it. So I waited for a while and repeated again.

For a moment, Tibetan songs lost consciousness, thinking nothing in their minds, and forgetting feelings of hatred and anger.

Later, he slowly began to think. Leng Feiyan had been loyal to Murong Yan from the beginning. If his elder brother Zang Feng faced her, what kind of chance was there? Later, she stayed at the Tibetan Sword Villa in the same day. In front of the mountain gate of Fachang Temple that day, she forced Duanmu Rou to retreat and undoubtedly switched to the sword sword from the Tibetan Sword Villa.

But she was still smiling in front of him, and she could cross his neck with him. She looked at him, and she could be full of tenderness.

The next day, Leng Feiyan came to the forest, not only bringing him clothes for washing, but also water, wound medicine, and a few side dishes. Tibetan song settled in front of her, Leng Feiyan said, “How can the wound be better?”

The fingertips stretched out, and Tibetan Song unexpectedly slightly sideways, even avoiding her hand. Leng Feiyan asked, “What’s wrong?”

Zangge didn’t speak, so she reached out and unbuttoned his robe again. The wound was deep. She lifted the medicine yarn and washed the wound with wine. Every action was so appropriate, there was a different kind of expression in her eyes, and it seemed that the stars and the moon were gathered.

The Tibetan song took a deep breath, and the air got into the throat, hurting its heart and lungs.

Leng Feiyan re-medicated him and said, “For two more days, I have been checked in the city recently. When the wind is weak, I will send you out. Where do you want to go?” Zangge said without saying, If I choose, I will go to Dawan. It is said that the sweat-producing BMW is produced there, but unfortunately Azuo is not present, otherwise she must like it. “

She finally finished the medicine for him, and it seemed that he was aware of his silence at this time, and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Tibetan song said, “Send me to Yuhouguan.”

Leng Feiyan seemed relieved and said, “Just figure it out, why should I die with him.” After finishing, she set the side dishes and said, “I did it myself, you try it. Since Jade The throat is back, and I have n’t cooked for a long time to see if my hands are born. “

Tibetan song choked with chopsticks and saw that she was sitting opposite him, only to see Yiren with black hair in white, still smiling. If you lift this beauty face, what’s the next? He chewed twice and couldn’t tell what to eat, only bitter in his mouth.

After eating, Leng Feiyan said, “I know there is a waterfall near here. Walk and take you to wash. You are all sour.”

Tibetan song puppets followed her like a walk. Soon there was a waterfall in front. The water leaked from the top of the mountain, with a length of more than ten feet, spectacular. Leng Feiyan didn’t let him approach, saying, “Tianhan, don’t pass if you are still sick, wait for me here.”

She took off her lining, returned with water, and scrubbed him. The hands stretched over to unbutton his clothes, and Tsangge closed his clothes. Leng Fei yelled, “What a shame, where have I never seen you?”

Tibetan song let go of his hand and let her wipe his body for him. Her hands were still gentle, being careful not to touch his wound. Half a while, he untied his belt, and hid the Tibetan song. She slowly pressed it up and supported his elbow to kiss his lips.

That close distance, he was taken into her eyes. He closed his eyes in response to her kiss, and his body even felt her.

The tip of her tongue came in, and he reached into her placket, gently touching her skin. There are various scars under the fingertips. But there is a sword injury, which is particularly noticeable. The sword was wider than the normal sword, and the sword’s edge brought a slightly curved loneliness. He was very familiar with the weapon that left such a wound, because it was … Hang Tianqi’s sword.

He tore her clothes almost rudely and saw her weapon. Leng Feiyan’s conventional weapon is a short blade, as thin as paper, translucent but crimson. The **** color irritated him. For a moment, he just wanted to tear her, just to see the woman’s painted skin. What kind of demon is it?

Sorrow and anger overlap, and he bit his familiar and plump lips, and in the end, still drowns her tenderness.

Half a month later, Leng Feiyan secretly sent Tibetan songs out of Jinyang City. Tibetan songs rushed back to Yuhouguan and went to the grave of Tibetan Tianqi and others again. The old house’s barren grave was not sacrificed, and the head of the tomb was long gone. He hand-painted Leng Feiyan’s sword, imitated the short blade according to his memory, and finally dug up the tomb of Zang Tianqi.

There was only dry bone in the mud, his teeth clenched, and he slowly matched the wound. The cross section of that stubble overlaps the weapon. He fell into the mud pit, this time the bones were actually far from scary that day. He wanted to hold them crying.

In fact, knowing this result, you still have to travel a long way.

“If it weren’t for me to let her live in the Tibetan Sword Villa, and stole the martial arts of the Tibetan Sword Villa, father, wouldn’t you be dead?” He asked, his lips moving slightly. But there was no response, speechless.

He slowly put his face against the detached bone, as if he was leaning on his parents’ shoulders as a child. Regret and horror bit the soul, but no one comforted. Qingfeng stroked his eyebrows, and the world was empty.

This is always the case in this world, some people die, some people are born.

When Tibetan song was painful, Jiang Bilan suddenly felt abdominal pain in Qifeng Palace. Fortunately, there is always a doctor in the palace, and the midwife is already prepared. After the doctor had diagnosed the pulse, he urgently helped Jiang Bilan get to bed, and sent the palace man to report Murong Yan.

Jiang Bilan was on the bed, and her beautiful pupils were filled with tears. The midwife handed her the wood, and she asked, “Where is your majesty? Are you down?”

The palace lady painted her hand and said, “Mother-in-law, someone has already notified Her Majesty, Her Majesty will be here soon.”

Jiang Bilan closed her eyes-he still didn’t come! Even with such a little tenderness, he was hesitant. Tears rolled like beads.

Only one and a half hours later, Murong Yan slowly entered the Qifeng Palace. The doctor came quickly to salute, and Murong Yan waved his hand, gestured to be rude, and asked, “How is it?”

The medical doctor ordered Cheng Han to kneel back and yell, “Your majesty, the mother has not yet given birth.”

Murong Yan walked into the palace and sat down waiting outside. Wang Yunzhao changed the tea for him again, and he fiddled with the rosary in his hand, his expression indifferent. After a long time, a baby cry sounded sharply, and the mother-in-law came out happy to announce the good news: “Your Majesty, congratulations, your mother-in-law is born, it is a dragon and phoenix!”

Murong Yan said: “Very good. Go ahead and enjoy the reward!”

After packing up, he walked in and sat down in front of Jiang Bilan’s couch. There was still sweat on Jiang Bilan’s face. At this time, when he saw him come in, even if he was weak, he still stood strong: “Brother Yan!”

He called him, and tears were already in his eyes. Murong Yan held her hand, a little soft in her heart. Are you too cold-hearted about her these days?

He is his wife.

He wiped the sweat from her forehead with a Jinpa and said, “The queen has worked hard.” She shook her hand and did not let it go. Jiang Bilan’s tears wet her long eyelashes and asked, “Have your Majesty ever seen our child?”

The two midwives had washed their children at this time, but the newborn child was inevitable a little fishy. Murong Yan stretched out her hand, but in the end just let them be in the arms of the grandmother, and just glanced at it like this. Jiang Bilan is well maintained and the two children are well-produced.

Murong Yan said: “The queen gave birth to the eldest son and princess, and worked hard. The name of the princess should be drawn up by the queen. As for the eldest son, she became famous.”

The word Ze has the meaning of being born.

He meant … this is the prince?

Jiang Bilan froze, thinking for a moment, and said, “The princess is Yide, my girlfriend is Jiaoer, what does Your Majesty think?”

Murong Yan said, “How can Queen Qi’s name be bad?”

Jiang Bilan took his hand and said, “Brother Yan, I’m so afraid I’m dreaming. I can’t believe that we already have two children, they … they’re all so pretty …” The children hugged him, and Jiang Bilan burst into tears.

Murong Yan said softly, “Fool, how could it be a dream?” He put his hand on her face and said, “How could this be a dream?”

Jiang Bilan held his hand. The palm was wide and tender, and she choked, “It’s not a dream, you are really by my side …”

See, as long as the woman is not there, she can redeem his heart sooner or later. Let him see her like the sun and the moon, the only thing in this life.