Houfu Jiaojiao is so cool after her rebirth

Chapter 102 Devotion
In the end, the emperor just smiled: "Don't worry, Yun Shen did tell me about this matter, but I didn't agree. Both you and Zheng Yizheng have made great contributions to this Qiang incident, so you can rest assured that the marriage I will not participate in it, Shangguan Wanyue, you decide your own marriage, Doctor Zheng is about to grant me a marriage, and I will also write an imperial edict to promulgate it."

Shangguan Wanyue breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought, Shangguan Wenchao should be happy now.

The streets are full of life.

Shangguan Wenchao walked against the crowd, seeming perverse and rebellious, standing out from the crowd.

Those people seemed to be just a group of similar masked people, gray and defeated, passing by him in a hurry, without even a single ripple in his world.

The longer they walked, the less Shangguan Wenchao could hear their laughter.

This is an old problem. Once on the battlefield, I underestimated the enemy, fell off my horse, hit my head on the ground, and bled a lot.

In a daze, he felt tight in his chest, and his vision was so blurred that everything around him seemed unreal, and it didn't really hurt.

Then, he saw a shadow rushing towards him rapidly.

Although they won that battle, it was a disastrous victory. He was lucky. When he woke up, his limbs were healthy. Shangguan Wanyue fell asleep beside him, holding his hand tightly. He grabbed her and wouldn't let her go.

He knew that it was Shangguan Wanyue, and no one would care about him so much except her.

If it had been him, he would have desperately tried to save her.

After a while, the speed of the crowd returned to normal life, and there were small and broken sounds, like running water in the mountains, not so loud, but the colors were still so diverse.

A carriage pulled up beside him.

Chen Chen's face was revealed, half dark and half bright.

"Get in the car." Chen Chen said lightly.

After getting into the car, Shangguan Wenchao realized that Chen Hengshan was also there.

The faces of the two father and son seemed to be in a bad mood. Shangguan Wenchao guessed it and raised his eyebrows: "Have you still not found Yan Ce?"

Now these two words seem to be forbidden words for the two of them, and as expected, the faces of the two father and son darkened at the same time.

"No, I can't find it." Chen Hengshan covered his face and sighed, "He really doesn't miss it at all."

Sometimes Chen Hengshan really wanted to ask Yan Ce, if Xue Mi begged him, would he stay?
If one day asked Yan Ce Xue Mi and them who he would choose, Chen Hengshan would doubt that Yan Ce would choose Xue Mi.

It is said that they are parents and brothers, but in fact, they did not spend as much time together as Yan Ce and Xue Mi, nor did they bring him as much warmth as Xue Mi.

Where does this look like a family?

Back in the Chen Mansion, Yan Ce felt like a guest.

Chen Chen didn't want to talk about this, his complexion was a little pale, the corners of his mouth were slightly down, he seemed to be a few years older.

"I heard that Chu Yunshen asked His Majesty to marry your sister." Chen Chen said, "I didn't expect that he would really take action."

Shangguan Wenchao shrugged: "So isn't this going to the Chu Mansion to break his leg?"

"What happened to the Qiang people?"

"When the epidemic breaks out, no one will have a good time. It is estimated that it will officially enter the city when it recovers. The 30 army, even though many people died, there are still a lot of people left. So many people have the epidemic on their bodies. Will their hometown let them enter the city so easily?" Shangguan Wenchao said.

Chen Chen was silent for a while, then said: "If General Shangguan and your elder sister got sick and asked for help at the gate of the city, would you disobey the order to open the gate?"

Shangguan Wenchao fell silent for a while.

Because he really thought of that scene, the tearful Shangguan Wanyue, her eyes were full of him, she was so pitiful, calling his name.

He will open the door.

Even if his head was cut off, he would answer the door. How could he have the heart to watch her being turned away and tortured until she lost her former pride?
"Hey, Marquis Pingyang, if you say that, hehe, then I won't worry any more." Shangguan Wenchao smiled, half of his face was half dark and half bright.

Shengjing City.

A new Guanyin Temple was built, full of voices and incense.

The roads are muddy, and the April rain intermittently heals the cracked land, which is the result of too much winter.

Their cracks will be completely smoothed out, and then covered with a layer of green grass, the original traces will not be seen at all.

The location of Guanyin Temple is the place where Xue Mi was kidnapped before, and the bright red color seems to be able to dye the moon red.

But when the dead wood and weeds withered and withered over time, turned into a lonely place, and then a layer of white snow was drifted away. Once it rains, new grass will grow, and the sins of the past will disappear without a trace.

There is no evidence for anyone except human memory.

When those people also died, it was completely gone.

Where the Guanyin Temple was built was probably to commemorate those dead souls.

The compassionate Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, with her benevolent eyebrows and benevolent eyes, will look at the darkness and the poor people below, and her jade eyes are warm, silently watching the world as a play, and one tragedy after another ends.

Xu Xianlin thought so.

He knelt on the yellow futon, burned incense, and bowed devoutly.

It's not that he believes in the theory of gods and ghosts so much, it's just that there are gods in the sky, if you believe it, you have it, if you don't believe it, you don't, anyway, it's just a comfort for yourself, who is better than the other.

There was an endless stream of pilgrims nearby, and Xu Xian got up and left after paying his respects.

It's springtime outside.

Yan Lingzhi waited for him for a while and then became impatient. The rose-red long skirt flung out a lotus leaf pattern, like ripples on the surface of water, which could reach people's hearts all the way.

Seeing that he finally came out, Yan Lingzhi turned around and was about to leave.

"Why are you walking so fast?" Xu Xianlin followed with a smile.

Yan Lingzhi also came to offer incense, mainly for Tan Zhenming, Zheng Yirong came here a few times and it was only a few times, it would be better to come to Tan Zhenming once, but it is impossible for Zheng Yirong to stay here forever.

Sometimes Yan Lingzhi doesn't know what Tan Zhenming is living for.

The illness has recurred in the past few days, Yan Lingzhi has Zheng Yirong's address, and wrote her a letter a few days ago.

Xu Xianlin secretly wrote a letter to Zheng Zhuoyun.

She didn't reply to the letter she wrote to Xue Mi last time, and Yan Ce was mentioned in it. Xu Xianlin used his toes to figure out that the letter must not have been in Xue Mi's hands, and it must have been read by Zheng Zhuoyun.

I heard from Tan Jingyao that Zheng Zhuoyun was trusted and favored by the emperor in the capital, so I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, in short, it's okay if they are good, and Xu Xianlin can be regarded as contributing to the flames, if they are not good, then Xu Xianlin can be regarded as an accomplice.

(End of this chapter)