Remnant King's Ghost Concubine

Chapter 139 Reunion Again (3)
"This woman is too hateful. Together with the crown prince, she controls the government and makes us Feng people miserable. She really can't offset her crime!" Another person glared at the corpse indignantly.

"Showing off one's power in life, but being so miserable after death, it is really retribution, so happy!"

"Now that King Xiaoyao is back, who is still afraid of the crown prince? Even if this woman dies, it will be hard for us to relieve the resentment of our people." He said, picking up a stone from the ground and throwing it at the corpse.

"Stop it, are you all going against it?" The imperial guard wanted to protect the corpse, but his scolding had no effect, instead more stones came in, like waves, wave after wave.

The imperial guards could no longer put down the queen's body slowly, but cut the rope with a single knife, and the corpse fell heavily to the ground. Angry people flocked to them, ignoring the blades of the imperial guards, vowing to vent their grievances for many years The resentment will crush the remaining corpses into pieces.

The imperial guards drew out their blades to cut the angry Baixin. The red-clothed man in the dark waved the white bone fan in his hand, and countless ice needles hit their lifeblood directly. The tall and burly imperial guards fell heavily on the ground like stone statues. , causing the whole earth to tremble suddenly, and the common people saw that someone was helping them in the dark, and suddenly became more courageous, stepped over the immobile guards, and went straight to the mutilated body of the queen.

Mr. Tang's thin lips raised a bloodthirsty smile slightly, and he looked at these crazy people lightly, which shows how much he hates the queen and the prince on weekdays.In the end, the only remaining corpse turned into a puddle of mud, and the corpse was in a different place.

The prince had been waiting in front of the palace for news of the imperial guards, but he saw the imperial guards come back in disgrace, behind him on the carriage, a blood-stained white cloth covered the horrific scene inside.

"Mother..." The prince was startled, and his knees hit the ground heavily, making a loud noise. The queen was his military adviser. She died, and he lost his direction immediately, feeling dizzy and dizzy instantly, covered by a terrifying atmosphere.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and the blood-stained cloth was ruthlessly removed. The situation in the car made the prince pale with fright. With his hands on the ground, he immediately crawled behind him, which made him more terrified than seeing a ghost.

I saw the crushed and distorted corpse lying on the car, torn apart, the familiar face was looking at him as if calling for help in despair, but in the pain and humiliation, it maintained that ferocious expression, its bloodshot pupils fixedly stared at the prince lucky.In a trance, she was asking him why he didn't save her and let her die in peace.Prince Ji's terrified breathing has long been frenzied, and he can't find the original rhythm. In his mind, there are only those pair of blood pupils that are almost bursting, staring at him, and he closes his eyes clearly. He was dragged into hell in an instant, Prince Ji couldn't take it anymore, he just rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth and passed out.

After half a month, Shi Youmeng finally arrived at the border of Feng Country and Liuli Country after experiencing wind and rain along the way, which was the ruins of Meng Country.

The original white cassock on the mad monk's body was turned black again by him, but it was no longer dirt or stains, but ink stains. Every day the residual leaves were forcibly cleaned off him, and he could only be stained with ink stains. Otherwise, it would keep him clean all the time, and the monk was so anxious that the monk scolded Nangong Wuji all the way, but when he thought about it, only by being good can he get ink stains on himself, and he gasped.

Of course Shi Youmeng knew that Nangong Wuji didn't want Shi Youmeng to smell that disgusting stench again, so he specially used ink to deal with the mad monk's dirty habit.

"Princess, this is the letter from the prince today." Can Yue took out the letter she just received and handed it to Shi Youmeng.

A warm smile appeared on Shi Youmeng's face. This is a smile that can be seen every day, and it is only when she receives a letter that she smiles like this.Shi Youmeng would stare at the envelope for a while before opening it every time. She felt that this letter was more real and real than text messages, emails, phone calls and videos. The thin page contained his lovesickness and love day after day. Deep love.She knew that there was not much in it, just like him, there was only silence on weekdays.

He would mention it occasionally, but he talked the most. He missed the Qiqiao Festival. He said that when Shi Youmeng came back, he would hold a Qiqiao Festival. First, he would send a sachet as an apology. With a sound, her eyes were warm, it was hard for her to imagine how he spent this Qiqiao Festival?It is even more difficult to imagine what it would be like for Nangong Wuji to call on Dingguo to join him in creating a Qiqiao Festival atmosphere again. If it is a cold and windy early winter, everyone should put up lanterns and festoons on the street together, and walk on the street with lanterns ?Shi Youmeng chuckled unconsciously, and at the end of every letter there was a sentence, "This king is waiting for you, remember the way home!" '

Every time she looked at these short words, she always felt that there was something vaguely hidden, but when she looked at the word, home, she couldn't help raising beautiful and warm smiles again.She was full of emotion in her heart, as if she could see Nangong Wuji waiting for her in Dongyuan, but she knew that Nangong Wuji had nothing less to do in Beijing than her, the revenge of the queen mother and queen, the emperor and Gusu Linglong shared the same hatred, but the emperor sat in a wheelchair and suffered heart-wrenching pain with Gusu Linglong. Now the government is presided over by Nangong Wuji's nine princes, ten princes and King An.

But Canyue also received letters, every time she would secretly show Shi Youmeng to read, and then she felt guilty and stood outside the car to watch the wind, her whole body was like a weapon, and any slight disturbance could make her draw her sword instantly.

In the car, Shi Youmeng didn't open the letter from Wanyue, took the sachet, took a deep breath, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, it was really Nangong Wuji's trick.She gently wrote that she would not let this sachet leave her body, and to get rid of his worries, she began to record what she saw and heard. She saw all the beautiful things, which seemed ordinary, but she always wrote them down. I could see their luminous points, her pen tip was about to write 'miss you', but she stopped, because she couldn't torture him like this, if she told him she missed him, he couldn't walk into it except excited. How cruel is her sight to him?Finally, when the nib was turned, it turned into 'Wait for me to come back'.

After finishing writing, she handed the letter to Canyue. She walked out of the car, lowered her eyebrows and looked at the entire canyon not far away filled with smoke, and countless small waterfalls blooming like a flower. It is a dream country, a dream-like landscape.The green peaks on both sides of the strait are engulfed in smoke, and countless waterfalls are unevenly crossed randomly. Occasionally, a few trees are seen on both sides. The blood-red leaves are like blooming flowers, shrouded in water mist, looming, making them even more charming and fascinating.

Shi Youmeng quietly admired all this, but his figure was all in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it. He always felt that those burning eyes were watching her closely behind him. His people, all over the world, were all What's the difference between paying attention to her every move and paying attention to him all the time?Shi Youmeng looked up at the sky, and seemed to see Nangong Wuji's dreamlike jade face, and those eyes as silent as night, staring at her.She responded to his warm eyes with a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth. She knew that this smile would definitely be sent to his ears to reassure him.

(End of this chapter)