Mrs. Yipin: a farmer's doctor

Chapter 762 Four Years Later (1)
When he spoke, he didn't have a method, he just said what he thought of.

"By the way, Second Sister, do you have anything to say to the Crown Prince? Tell Eldest Sister quickly, when I'm 15 years old, that is five years later, you'll be gone."

In the past five years, without thinking, I knew that Yuyan would definitely be inseparable from the Feng Clan.

Naturally, her marriage with the prince could only be delayed because of this.

Yuyan looked dazed, opened his mouth several times, but said sadly: "Tell Jin that he doesn't have to wait for me."

Zhiran looked at Yuyan in a daze, and asked eagerly, "Why?"

When Yuyan opened his mouth, he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

She said: "The crown prince is no different than ordinary people. She is a few years older than me. How could she wait for me for so many years? I won't force it."

Zhiran looked at Yuyan, and felt that she was looking deeply into her eyes.

She felt that Yuyan was afraid, afraid that she would let the prince wait for her with hope, and she would be disappointed if the prince couldn't do it.She simply didn't think about it, so she wouldn't be disappointed.

This time, because of the matter of the Feng clan and the prince's temptation, Yuyan lost the confidence she should have had in the prince, so she was so afraid.

"Otherwise, tell the Great Elder that I will stay and let Yuyan go back, okay?" Xiyu looked at Yuyan worriedly, and asked Zhiran after discussing it.

Zhiran shook her head, and said with a helpless wry smile: "For their Feng clan, their status is determined by a stone. When the second sister shed blood, the priest said that the second sister and Feng Zhen are not related. Up and down. Before we came, Fengzhen had the best chance to become a saint, and the second sister is like this, how could the Feng clan let her go?"

Xi Yu's eyes darkened, not knowing what to say.

Zhiran patted the back of her hand and sighed helplessly: "Everything is up to fate! If the prince has the heart, he will naturally not forget the second sister! Tell the prince about our situation here. Request, you also tell the prince again, just say that it was the second sister who said it."

Yuyan opened his lips and muttered a few words softly, but did not refute loudly.

It can be seen from this that in her heart, she still hopes that the prince can wait for her.

The time for sisters to say goodbye is always very short.

As soon as the auspicious time came, Zhi Ran was brought into the altar.

The process was actually the same as yesterday, the holy stone was also invited, and the blood dripped to get the approval of the holy stone, but this time the difference was that people from the Feng clan came.

The moment the blood and the holy stone came into contact, a dazzling light radiated from the altar, and everyone opened their mouths in surprise, watching this scene in disbelief.

Feng Zhen, who had always regarded himself as noble by blood, paled on the spot, and said dully: "Impossible, how is this possible."

With the approval of the holy stone, although there were still many dissatisfied eyes, Zhiran still took over the position of saint smoothly.

After taking over Feng Chun from the hands of the priest, she officially became the No.20 fourth-generation successor of the Feng Clan in the eyes of everyone looking up.

When the sacrifice was over, it was also time for Xiyu to leave.

Zhiran and Yuyan reluctantly sent Xiyu, who was crying into tears, to bid farewell at this moment, and it is already unknown when it will be.

Thinking of the pain of life and separation, Zhi Ran felt as if someone had grabbed her throat.

She choked up and said, "Eldest sister, you have to take care of yourself, your parents and Enen. Five years later, wait for us to go back!"

Xiyu held Zhiran and Yuyan's hands tightly with tears streaming down her face, "Sisters, you must take care of yourself, don't worry about your home, I will take care of your home! You must come back safely! I am here Home is waiting for you."

Zhiran's eyes got wet, she turned around and said, "Elder Sister, let's go!"

"Big sister, little sister..."

Zhiran pulled Yuyan over, and the two walked back slowly, with Xiyu's heart-piercing cries behind them.

The crying stopped abruptly, and Zhiran and Yuyan turned around suddenly in fright.The clansman who was shouldering the burden of sending Zhiran back all the way said with an innocent face: "Saint, this is the clan's rule, I just tapped her sleeping point."

Zhiran pulled the corner of her mouth, and said with a hostile expression: "You'd better send my sister back to the Xiangfu safely, otherwise, I will never let you go."

The clansman was stunned, a little shocked by Zhiran's momentum, peeked a few times in confusion, but hurriedly responded, seeing that Zhiran had nothing to say, they drove away in a carriage in a hurry.

On the long road, only Yuyan and Zhiran were left.

The two stood in place for a long time before Zhi Ran tightened her hand and said with a sideways look: "Second Sister, I only have you."

Yuyan's eyes softened, and she said pitifully, "I will always be with you."

Zhiran raised her eyes, smiled softly, looked into the distance with faint eyes, and said softly: "This is just the beginning!"

It has been more than four years since we had a hasty farewell to Xiyu. Whenever I have time, Zhiran would stand on this road and meditate quietly, recalling the scene when Xiyu was sent away.

"Saint, saint..." The voices of the people from far and near rang in their ears.

Missing her family was interrupted by someone. Although Zhi Ran was displeased, she turned around calmly and asked softly, "What happened?"

The visitor was slightly taken aback, looking at Zhiran with fascination.

The three thousand green silks are tied with only one white jade hairpin, and a pair of willow eyebrows are curved like crescent moons, but the brows are dyed with a touch of desolation.A pair of beautiful eyes were pitch black, and the corners of the eyes were slightly raised.

The bridge of the nose is straight and delicate, and a small cherry mouth is ruddy in color, like a silent temptation.The beautiful facial features are led to the pointed jaw by the perfect facial lines.

The fair skin is almost transparent, exuding a woman's innate body fragrance, but this fragrance is different from ordinary face powder, I don't know what it smells like.

It is obviously a desolate appearance that refuses to be thousands of miles away, but it exudes a charming warm fragrance, which makes people unconsciously want to get close.

Wearing a white floor-length dress, with only a piece of phoenix pure to show her identity, the white clothes are like snow, her waist is folded to make small steps, her wrists are in the light gauze, and her eyes are chilling.Qingli and elegant, it is impossible to stare at her closely, but her expression is cold and indifferent. I don't know if she is happy or angry, sad or happy.

In a few years, Zhiran has become so stunning.

"What's the matter?" Zhiran's eyebrows were full of impatience, and she was very dissatisfied with the clansman in front of her, but she was in a state of fugue when talking to her.

The clansmen came back to their senses, and said with embarrassing red cheeks: "The Great Elder has asked the saint to go to the meeting hall."

"En!" Zhiran's light answering voice hadn't completely dissipated before she disappeared in front of the clansmen.

He slightly sighed: "The saint's martial arts are getting more and more refined."

Zhiran stepped into the meeting room leisurely, and heard the quarrel inside, one faction headed by the First Elder, and the other faction led by the Second Elder.

(End of this chapter)