cannon fodder love

Chapter 292 Abducting a handsome guy to be her husband 47
There are so many people who look like her in the world, Feng Xiaolian has been dead for 1000 years, how can she still be alive?I should have thought too much.

An Yanbing comforted herself, she stopped thinking about Feng Xiaolian, and the two continued to stroll.

"Xirou, we should go back." An Yanbing looked at the time, it was seven o'clock in the evening.

The two ate something on the way back, and when they got back to the hotel, it was already nine o'clock.

"I'm so exhausted, I really want to sleep right away." Xirou threw herself on the bed, not wanting to move anymore.

An Yanbing didn't feel tired, she walked into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, I played with my phone for a while before falling asleep.

The next morning, the two came to the hotel restaurant and met their teammates, and the tour guide was also there.

One day has passed since the seven-day tour. After breakfast, more than 20 people boarded the special car.

There is still a section of road between the hotel and the cemetery. In the car, the tour guide began to introduce the tomb of King Lanling and tell the story of King Lanling.

Scenes resurfaced in An Yanbing's mind again, many things seemed to be just yesterday.

An Yanbing's heart ached again, she couldn't hold back her tears anymore, she hurriedly turned her gaze out of the window, lest Xirou find out that something was wrong with her.

Two hours later, the car finally arrived at its destination.

Today's arrangement is to visit the memorial hall of King Lanling. As for the tomb of King Lanling, we have to wait until tomorrow.

Everyone walked into the memorial hall, which not only contained things used by King Lanling, but also some cultural relics from the Northern Qi Dynasty.

The sword used by King Lanling is also here, looking at the familiar things in the past, An Yanbing wanted to cry again.

"Yan Bing, do you think these are really things used by King Lanling? They can't be fake." Xi Rou tugged at her sleeve and asked excitedly.

"It's true." An Yanbing nodded, but it aroused Xirou's suspicion.

She turned to look at her: "how do you know it's true?"

"How can there be fakes in the memorial hall? Naturally, the genuine ones are required. If the fakes are seen by foreign guests, it will be embarrassing to the Chinese themselves."

"That's right, let's continue shopping."

Seeing that Xirou didn't ask any more questions, An Yanbing breathed a sigh of relief.

The memorial hall is not big, and everyone finished visiting it quickly. Fortunately, there are still some scenic spots around.

At this time, the tour guide no longer follows, and everyone is free to move around.

Xirou was very excited all the way, taking pictures while walking.

An Yanbing was not interested at all until she saw a mansion.

Although it was not the real Lanling Palace, it was just a copy, but it still brought back memories of An Yanbing, and she couldn't help but walk in.

Seeing her go in, Xi Rou also followed.

Looking at everything in front of her, she seemed to see her old self again, as well as Xiaocui and others...

An Yanbing walked to the swing frame. Although this swing was not made by Prince Lanling himself, she still sat down on the swing.

Reminiscing while swinging, she raised her head suddenly, and saw the back of a person not far away.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up in her heart, and she hurried after her.

By the time she rushed over, the man had already left, and An Yanbing stood there feeling melancholy.

"Yan Bing, what did you see? What happened to you?" Xi Rou asked with concern.

"It's nothing, let's continue shopping." An Yanbing forced a smile, and the two continued to stroll.

It was late at night when we returned to the hotel, and An Yanbing was lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

Yesterday I saw someone who looked exactly like Feng Xiaolian, and today I saw a familiar figure from the back again. Is he Gao Changgong?

Are these coincidences, or is God trying to tell her something?
She couldn't figure it out or figure it out, so she just stopped thinking about it.

An Yanbing closed her eyes and went to sleep, maybe tomorrow, everything will be answered...

(End of this chapter)