Subian Kings Canyon

Chapter 827 Don’t Believe in the Hexagrams of Destiny, Only Follow the Love of Their Children (5)

The word powerful has great attraction to Ming Shiyin.

Yes, he wants to become stronger.

The stupid king's dog's life is not worth his life in exchange. If he can live well, who would be willing to die?
He never trusted any strangers, but this time, he chose to trust the woman in front of him without reservation.

Ming Shiyin held her hand.

Her hands were cold, with calluses on the palms, slender but with a sense of security, allowing him to see a glimmer of light in the dark and painful self-world.

"what's your name?"

Yan Huan got on the horse, holding the rein with both hands, and he was inevitably wrapped in her arms.

"Shangcheng is warm."

The low and cold female voice is not like the sweet and soft words of the ordinary young lady. Her voice can never make people feel a little emotion, and it is as cold as drizzle.

After experiencing the pain of annihilation, how can he still pretend to be innocent and ignorant of the world.

Shang Chengyan, the syllable at the end of her, is soft and soft, as if enveloped by all the beauty in the world.

A woman from the Shang family, beautiful in appearance and soft in nature, knowledgeable and reasonable, reciting poems and silent books, playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, everything is exquisite. Since ancient times, the queens and concubines of the emperors of the Dayong Dynasty are mostly from the Shang family.

He vaguely remembered that when Xu Zhen was still the prince, he was betrothed to a certain lady from the Shang family.

When the Shang family was wiped out six years ago, when everyone scolded Xu Zhen for being fatuous and violent, they also scolded him for being a heartless man.

He didn't know the details. At that time, he was still the young master of the Ming family who devoted himself to metaphysics and kept his ears shut.

As if in an instant, he lost everything.

I don't know how Shang Cheng'an survived the torment for six years.

Ming Shiyin drooped his eyes, mournful.

They are of the same kind.

As she said, only by being strong can one take revenge.

……

late at night.

The rain outside the window was still pattering. Originally, he liked rainy days the most. The sound of long and gentle drizzle was extraordinarily soothing and lulling one into dreams. The fresh grass smell also made people feel refreshed.

But now, the sound of pattering rain reminded Ming Shiyin of the river of blood flowing from the Meridian Gate decapitation.

My head hurts, my breathing is hot, and my head is dizzy. I probably have been drenched in rain for most of the day, and now I have a cold.

He was curled up in the quilt, his teeth were chattering uncontrollably, his face was stained with a sickly blush, but he refused to go to Yan Huan next door.

He is willing to be sick, sick for a while, sick enough.

Wanting to taste the extreme pain in his heart in a coma, and wake up again, he will be the reborn Ming Shiyin who takes revenge, not the young son of the Ming family who only wants to be a good national teacher in the future.

His head was dizzy, and the voices and smiles of his family members made his aching head even more painful, and he was in a daze. He was on the verge of sobriety and coma, and visual and auditory hallucinations followed one after another.

Yan Huan next door had just finished washing. She was drying her long hair and was about to blow out the lamp for bed. Thinking of Ming Shiyin, she was still a little worried and planned to visit him.

After all, he has only experienced this kind of heart-piercing pain, so he must not be able to sleep peacefully now.

She had tasted the same pain before him.

The dead are gone, the living are the most painful.

The rain outside the door never stopped, and the plantain under the tree was beaten up and down, Yan Huan glanced at the plantain and shook his head.

The branches of the trees covering the top are young and slender, unable to protect them from the wind and rain.

Ming Shiyin's room was dark, she raised her hand and only knocked lightly on the door twice, but there was no response.

The strange environment, the painful experience that is still fresh in his memory, and the confused future, he shouldn't have gone to bed so early.

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　　【Good night everyone~】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)