The Favorite Demon Empress: Husband, come give birth to a baby

Chapter 241 Stealing the National Talisman ([-])
"Yaoyao, I'm leaving."

Early in the morning, Jingyi came to her small courtyard to say goodbye to her.She knew last night that Jingyi and Cangwu would leave the palace today, but smart people would not say it.

She looked at Jingyi with a look of reluctance, pretending to be surprised, "Ah! You just left? Why don't you play for a few more days?"

Cang Yan watched from the side, quite contemptuous, as if Yanyue Kingdom was her home.

"I know this is your character, you still have to pay attention to what you say and do in the palace, so as not to attract people's tongue."

Jingyi smiled, leaned close to her ear, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Your Majesty is serious about you, I hope you will cherish it."

In fact, Jingyi knows that the palace cannot keep her, she does not belong to the palace, she belongs to freedom.

She was full of reluctance and deep affection, just like admonishing a child who is about to go far away, "Be careful along the way, if you encounter robbers, you will give money, and if you encounter robbers, leave it to him, mainly to save your life. "

"Of course, in the end, I wish you good luck."

When it was over, Jingyi accepted her kindness, and probably didn't realize the fault of this sentence, so she accepted it as an ordinary blessing.

Cang Yan and Cang Wu's eyes meet, full of brotherly love, and the air is full of basic love.

She couldn't help but take a second look, look at the eyes, look at the tenderness, which is not there between Cangwu and Jingyi.

In fact, Cangwu was right to choose to leave today, as time goes by, there is no guarantee that there will be troubles between the two brothers...

"Jiang Taoyao! Jiang Taoyao!"

Someone shook her shoulder in a daze, who was calling her?Who is calling her from afar?

"Jiang Taoyao!" Cang Yan couldn't bear it any longer, and slapped her on the back of the head, "Jiang Taoyao!"

"Ah! Let's go! Don't be sad, time will heal all pain." She rubbed the back of her head and patted his shoulder to express comfort.

His black pupils reflected the figures of the two people in the distance, standing quietly, with the corners of the eyes upward, the time flowing, flowing through the trickle.

"Jiang Taoyao, do you know what I'm thinking when I see them?"

She was stunned. Most of the time he had an irritable, narcissistic and invincible expression, which was rarely seen on him.This made her bad for a while and ruined the harmonious atmosphere.

"Aren't you going to ask me what I'm thinking?"

"..." She said: "Isn't this afraid of disturbing your cultivation of sentiment? I thought you wanted to be quiet. So, well, what are you thinking?"

"I envy them very much." I envy them that they can live so free and easy, and are willing to give up everything for the one they love.

Now he began to understand why Cang Wu was willing to give up the throne and travel abroad alone.

"Some things cannot be envied. Life is sin. You envy others, and at the same time others envy you. You envy their freedom, and those who don't have enough food and clothing are also envious of you. People are always right. What I got was full of longing.”

"To put it simply, what you can't get is always in turmoil."

She feels that she is suitable to be a philosopher, and cook chicken soup for everyone every day, so that the world is full of love!
His eyes are full of colorful, mottled glass, reflecting her shadow, "I hope there is someone who can accompany me and laugh with me."

She seemed to understand the loneliness of being a king, but she couldn't agree with him, "There will always be people who are willing to accompany you, maybe you just ignore it."

"You continue to look into the distance and think about life, and I'm going back."

Cang Yan said nothing, watched her walk away, looked away, a little defeated, the leaves fell silently, ups and downs with the wind, he stood there, the wind took away his sadness.

The wind blew past, and the dullness was blown away by the wind, but he was still that frivolous Cang Yan.

(End of this chapter)