deadly mantra

Chapter 796 18 years as one day

After taking a few deep breaths, Qingyu Wangshu tried his best to ignore the sadness in his heart.

She bent down, helped Miao Xingyu up, and smiled generously:

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have made such a joke with you. You too, don't kneel down all the time. You're not in good health. It's getting cold. You have to pay more attention to your body."

Hearing this, Miao Xingyu's face was full of guilt, and he skillfully said the same words as usual:

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. Xingyu will not dare to forget the kindness His Highness has shown to Xingyu in this life. From now on, he will definitely stay with His Highness with full respect and forever."

Four eyes facing each other.

One, affectionate and humble.

One, gentle and gentle.

"Your Highness." Miao Xingyu pushed away her jade hand holding his arm without leaving a trace, took a step back, bent down humbly, and reminded: "It's time to return to the palace."

"Okay." Qingyu Wangshu raised his eyes and looked at the vast white snow: "Go back to the palace."

The two were one meter apart, one behind the other, stepping on the snow and walking out of the silent backyard.

Same distance.

same place.

Same departure direction.

The same two people.

18 years like a day.

No one ever looked back or raised their eyes to look at each other.

Outside the entrance of the royal temple, the royal guards sent by the regent had been waiting for a long time in their chariots.

Miao Xingyu was familiar with the road and got on the chariot at the back.

The men and horses of the Royal Forest Army surrounded the chariot and drove towards the city.

Miao Xingyu glanced out the window at the temple, which was getting smaller and smaller. His eyes lost the smile and became dim, leaving only a dead silence.

After a while.

He lowered his head slowly.

The jade pendant in the palm of my hand warmed up.

This faint warmth was like a spark that started a prairie fire, lighting up the light in his eyes again.

In a daze, he seemed to be back to that day again.

The cold wind could not blow away the warmth between that man's brows.

Even after copying it thousands of times, it is difficult to capture her heroic and proud figure.

On snowy days.The scepter that confused the minds of the world was leaned on the snowman he had built without paying much attention to it.

She bent down and tied the jade pendant around his waist with her own hands.

Miao Xingyu slowly closed his eyes, the grief, indignation and sorrow in his chest were intertwined. He could not control his complicated emotions and shouted hoarsely:

"Your Highness..."

Silently, he held the jade pendant tightly.

"Your Highness..."

A cry of sadness, a cry of nostalgia.

The last sound was filled with unspeakable hatred.

"Your Highness."

the same moment.

Cang Lie drove a carriage slowly into Duixue City.

Along the way, there were not 100 killers who ambushed them, but 99.

Feng Xiaoyao could tease Ruan Jiyue a few words at first, but later he looked at Ruan Jiyue with a more probing look.

Every time at this time, Ruan Jiyue would give him a simple and honest smile, blocking all his questions.

A few days ago, the temperature dropped suddenly overnight, and a thick layer of ice formed on the ground.

When a few people came out of the inn, a carriage that was wider and longer and had a specially treated rear compartment that was extra warm appeared in front of everyone.

Cang Lie's paralyzed face, which had not changed for thousands of years, also showed traces of cracked ice when he saw the carriage.

Feng Xiaoyao and Ruan Jiyue looked at Ji Fanyin with "you are so extravagant" expressions on their faces.

Ji Fanyin raised her thin eyebrows slightly and turned to look at Shui Qingchen.

Only he knew about her fear of cold.

At this moment, Ji Fanyin was leaning comfortably in Shui Qingchen's arms, playing with a palm-sized, unlocked mechanism box in his hand.

Feng Xiaoyao leaned on the soft cushion and her eyes fell on Ji Fanyin's hand.

Ruan Jiyue sat cross-legged next to him, resting with her eyes closed, but there was a layer of haze between her brows, as if she had something on her mind.

Cang Lie drove the carriage slowly down the long street, looking for a place to stay tonight.

At this moment, a dozen Royal Guardsmen rode through the streets on fierce horses and kept shouting:

"The holy cavalry is returning to Luan, and the rest of the crowd is waiting. Give in quickly!"

(End of this chapter)