Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

It's bright.

Song Fei sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Song Ci and Han Zhan who were sleeping on the bed, his eyebrows twitched, and he was very worried about them.

Yesterday in Shensi Building, Song Ci and Han Zhan found the dragon-shaped jade pendant under the bones, and the two fell into a coma on the spot.

Song Fei asked someone to send them back to the dormitory to rest on Friday. The two have been in a coma for more than ten hours and have not been awake.

Song Fei is an atheist, but now he has doubts. These two will not be possessed by the ghosts of the bone masters, right?

Just when Song Fei suspected that Song Ci was possessed by a ghost, and planned to find a ghost exorcist to show the two of them, he suddenly noticed two drops of tears sliding down Han Zhan's eyes and behind his ears.

Song Fei:?

What a heartbreaking dream must this be?

Song Fei wiped Han Zhan's tears with a tissue, but Han Zhan's tears rolled out drop by drop as if they didn't need money. His body began to struggle uncomfortably, his hands gripped the bed sheet tightly, and his name was whispering.

Song Fei didn't hear clearly, she stood up and leaned against Song Ci's chest, only then heard Han Zhan yelling: "Xian'er...Xian'er

..."

Song Fei's pretty face suddenly became black like the bottom of a pot.

Oh shit!

Which lover is Xian'er of Han Zhan?

At this moment, the chest of Song Ci, who was pressed by Song Fei, suddenly rose and fell violently. Song Fei noticed it and quickly stood up straight. She saw Song Ci opened her mouth and exhaled, then suddenly opened her eyes, and sat up from the bed in shock!

"His Majesty!"

Song Ci opened his mouth and called out Your Majesty.

Song Fei blinked and looked at the two people on the bed silently, feeling a little tired. She stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Song Ci, and asked her, "Excuse me, are you my sister Song Ci, or some old ancestor six hundred years ago?"

Song Ci heard Song Fei's speech, she turned her head slowly, and looked at Song Fei with a strange look. Staring at Song Fei's cheek, Song Ci's eyes trembled several times before she understood who she was, where she was, and who was in front of her.

"Song Fei."

Song Ci hugged Song Fei strongly, and she said, "Song Fei, it hurts me so much."

It's Song Ci!

Song Fei breathed a sigh of relief. She held Song Ci's head, stroked her back lightly, and asked her: "Where does it hurt? Tell me."

Song Ci said with tears in her eyes: "My chest hurts so much."

Song Fei lightly patted Song Ci on the back and told her: "It's all a dream. You have woken up. No matter how terrible the dream is, it will all pass."

Song Ci asked Song Fei: "Song Fei, do you believe in the past and present?"

Song Fei was stunned.

She wants to say that she doesn't believe it, but Song Ci can be reborn, why can't she have a past and present life? Song Fei said: "Maybe, maybe Meng Po is a good-looking dog, and when she sees a good-looking dog, she feeds them Meng Po soup with fake medicine."

Song Ci was amused by Song Fei.

She let go of Song Fei, wiped her red nose, and said, "Song Fei, you go to rest first. I'm in a lot of confusion right now. I want to lie down by myself."

"After eating breakfast, lie down!" Song Fei went to the first floor and poured a bowl of porridge that had been cooked for a while, ready to serve it to Song Ci. In the living room, Song Fei met Friday.

Staring at the porridge in her hand on Friday, she asked, "Song Ci is awake? Or is Han Zhan awake?"

"Song porcelain."

Friday said: "Then I will go see them too."

"Well, whatever."

Song Ci changed into her pajamas and sat weakly on the sofa, staring at Han Zhan on the bed in a daze.

Dugujie, Han Zhan...

They turned out to be one person!

Song Ci felt uncomfortable when he thought that he and Han Zhan had entangled Sansheng III.

His Majesty...

The thought of her Majesty made her heartache.

"Song Ci, drink this porridge." Song Fei walked in with the porridge. She put the porridge on the table and said to Song Ci with a cold face: "You must eat, no bite is allowed!"

No matter how good Song Ci is, he will always be the obedient baby in front of Song Fei. She quickly got up from the sofa, walked to the dining table and sat down.

Picking up the spoon and about to eat the first bite of porridge, Song Ci noticed that there was still a person standing outside the door. Wearing an elderly sportswear on Friday, he also carried a Tai Chi sword in his hand.

Song Ci stared at Friday, feeling that this person had a sense of deja vu, like...

Song Ci thought of someone, and she felt that she was thinking too much.

"Uncle Zhou, just finished practicing sword?"

Looking at Song Ci on Friday, he didn't see why, so he walked in with the Tai Chi sword. He sat down on the round stool beside Song Ci and asked her, "Song Ci, why did you faint suddenly yesterday?"

Song Ci told the truth: "That jade pendant is spiritual. During the time I was in a coma, I saw many things through the jade pendant. That should be the memory of the bone lord before his life."

"Oh?" Friday's expression was somewhat subtle, and he couldn't help asking: "The white bones, who are they?" I have been very curious about this Friday, and I didn't sleep well last night.

Song Ci said: "The Taiping Emperor Dugujie, talk to the Zhenguo general Nangongxian."

His eyes widened suddenly on Friday, "How come! How could your majesty die in Mo's family!"

Song Ci felt that Friday's reaction was a bit wrong.

She turned around and said to Song Fei, "Song Fei, you go out first, I have something to say to Uncle Zhou."

"Ok."

Song Fei really went out obediently, and was not curious about what Song Ci had whispered to Friday. When Song Fei was gone, Song Ci put down the spoon in her hand. She looked at Friday with beautiful eyes and suddenly said, "You, but the genius doctor Zhou?"

There was silence on Friday.

Song Ci said: "Ordinary people talk about Dugujie. People who respect history will call him Taiping Emperor, and ordinary people will call him by his first name. The honorific "Your Majesty" is generally only used by people living in that dynasty. Would call him that..."

Song Ci asked Friday thoughtfully: "Are you a rebirth?"

Friday smiled bitterly, "If you can ask such things, it means that you have remembered the things in your previous life." On Friday, putting down the Tai Chi sword and standing up, he hugged Song Ci and said: "Little General Nangong, one is not six. In a hundred years, we have met again."

Song Ci was very emotional, "You really are Zhou's genius doctor."

Staring at Song Ci’s cheek on Friday, he said: “Little General Nangong, your appearance in this life is somewhat similar to your appearance during the Luo Dynasty. I didn’t plan to come to this session of the Mo Family. It’s for the assessment, but I saw Song Fei’s personal profile on the Mo’s registration website..."

Friday said sorrowfully: "I think God arranged for me to be born again, perhaps to let me tear away the hypocrisy of Mo Liansheng and expose the inhumane methods of the Mo family!"

"So I came."

On Friday, he turned his head and looked at Han Zhan, who was still unconscious on the bed. He smiled and said, "That day, I witnessed Mr. Han picking up the Sunshine Arrow with my own eyes. I was very surprised at that time."

"No one knows better than me, how much Sun-Sun Arrow recognizes the Lord. Sun-Sun Arrow has a soul. It is the longbow used by Taiping Emperor Dugujie, which was later presented by Taiping Emperor to his beloved woman Nangongxian. Sun-Sun Arrow follows Nangong Xiao The general went into battle to kill the enemy. It has drunk too much blood. It is a famous killer!"

"For six hundred years, no one has been able to shake the Arrow of the Sun. The only ones who can pick up the Arrow of the Sun are Emperor Taiping and Nangong Xian!"

Looking at Han Zhan's eyes on Friday was full of admiration and admiration. "It's worthy of being your Majesty, both in the past and in this life, so outstanding!"

No one who was born in the Luo dynasty respects Dugujie. Even if he was reborn to modern times on Friday, his respect for Taiping Emperor was undiminished.

After listening to Friday's speech, Song Ci was also full of emotion. She sighed: "Back then, before dying, I set a curse, cursing that Mo Liansheng's aunts and descendants would not live to be 25 years old. How can I think that they secretly cultivated countless medicine men in order to break the curse! "

If she knew that her curse would cause the demise of the Nangong family, she would not have said such cruel words back then.

"Little general, don’t blame yourself. You didn’t do anything wrong, but the Mo family was the one who was wrong." He couldn’t figure out one thing on Friday, and he said: "Little General Nangong is so capable, how could Mo Liansheng hurt that animal? Little General Nangong?"

"You are right. According to my ability, Mo Liansheng is indeed not easy to kill me. I..." Song Ci looked back at Han Zhan on the bed. She smiled slightly and said, "He opened an arrow at me. At the time, I did not hide, I was killed by him voluntarily."

Hearing this, my heart was shaken on Friday, "Little General Nangong, you..."

"Your Majesty is Ming Jun, a holy monarch. At that time, the war subsided, and the Luo Dynasty needed your Majesty even more, and I...I also hope that the man I love has a healthy body."

Although she died under Mo Liansheng's arrow, she was willing to sacrifice her life for Dugujie.

On Friday, he was shocked by Nangongxian’s feelings for Dugujie. He regretted it and said annoyedly: “The last thing I regret is that I sent Mo Lian to the beast to the little general back then. It’s mine. Wrong, I indirectly killed the young general."

"Uncle Zhou, don't blame yourself. Mo Liansheng is extremely hypocritical. It was me, and it was only when I was dying to see his true face. Forget it, the past, don't mention it again."

She chose to relieve her past regrets and pains.

She should cherish the present happiness and happiness.

Hearing the person on the bed crying and calling Xian'er, Song Cichao smiled apologetically on Friday, "Uncle Zhou, you have to ask you to leave first. Mr. Han in my family will never allow people to see him cry."

Smiled on Friday, then got up and left.

Song Ci took a few sips of porridge before getting up and walking to the bed to sit down. She held Han Zhan's cold hand and rubbed it against her cheek. "It's great to still meet you."

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Han Zhan Song porcelain, the love of the three generations.

In the first life, he was the king, she was the general, she went to battle for him, and made medicine for him.

In the second life, she was a composer, and he was blind. She donated a pair of corneas for him and gave him light.

In the third life, she was a pilot, and he was the richest man who had retired and worked in business. In this life, she escorted him and gave birth to him.

Going around for the third time, finally staying together for a lifetime!