Touching the grave and shocking the marriage, the coffin man came up on the couch

Chapter 218 The King of Ghosts is in Power, and the Underworld Wife Can't Escape
Time is like the sand between your fingers, even if you don't want to, it will slip away inadvertently.

In a blink of an eye, three years passed slowly.

Today is really a day when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, in a brilliant March, Leng Ran is sitting in the courtyard, with a fragrant Longjing sprouts on the stone table, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at the flower petals flying all over the sky. , a slender man in black clothes like black ink, and a young lady in fluttering white clothes holding a long sword.

"Hold the hilt of the sword with your hand. When you draw the sword, use force and calm your breath. Your horse steps must be steady. Don't act too hastily. Do it again." Long Qingjue said while correcting Long Yixuan's posture of holding the sword.

"Father, my child understands." Long Yixuan watched Long Qingjue's movements closely with his eyes, imitating it with style.

Long Qingjue nodded in satisfaction, then patted Long Yixuan's shoulder: "No hurry, take your time."

As he spoke, he walked in the direction of Leng Ran.

Seeing Long Qingjue approaching, Leng Ran quickly added some boiling water to the teacup with a smile.

"Xuan'er is still young, isn't it too harsh for you to ask him so?" Leng Ran looked at his son who was constantly waving a long sword in the sea of ​​flowers, with a flash of resentment in his eyes.

Since the heavy snowfall this year, Long Qingjue asked Long Yixuan to start learning swordsmanship and martial arts. Such a young child often gets red hands and feet in the heavy snow. She, a mother, looks very distressed.

"A man is going to have to suffer. The court has been in turmoil for the past two years, and sooner or later there will be a bloody storm. It is a good thing for Xuan'er to have the ability to protect himself earlier." Long Qingjue didn't think so, and took a sip of the tea ceremony.

Leng Ran sighed softly, but there was still some unbearable in her eyes.

Long Qingjue saw that she was feeling sorry for the child, so he stretched out his long arms to wrap around her waist, and pressed a shallow kiss between her brows with his thin lips: "I know you feel sorry for the child, but in order for him to inherit me quickly Everything can only be worked harder.”

Leng Ran nodded, feeling more and more uneasy. In the past few days, Mu Feng came to the yard to take her pulse more frequently. Long Qingjue also noticed that, and kept asking her if she had something to hide from her.

Although she shook her head indifferently every time and told him it was fine, it was obvious that he had become suspicious.

Seeing her paler face and her hands and feet becoming weaker and weaker, Leng Ran knew that her three-year deadline might be approaching.

A trace of sadness and reluctance flashed in his eyes.

Too short, too short.

She couldn't bear the good times of the past three years, couldn't bear to love her husband-in-law deeply, and couldn't bear to bear her own flesh and blood Xuan'er. She really wanted to grow old with Long Qing, watch Xuan'er grow up, get married and have children.

But her body couldn't tolerate her living so greedily, the fishy sweetness in her throat became more intense, and it was about to spurt out of her mouth, making it even more difficult for her to suppress it.

In the past three years, Mu Feng has traveled all over the Three Kingdoms for her, and even went to the most mysterious Beihai. Where did he hear that there is a gap in time and space, from where he can enter the unknown world.

In order to save his own life, he left Wan'er who was pregnant and trekked mountains and rivers to find medicine for her. She was grateful and guilty in her heart, and she was absolutely sorry to Mu Feng, and even more sorry to Wan'er.

At this moment, the days to calculate her life span are only two days away. She is not afraid of death, but she is reluctant to part with her children and the man she loves deeply.
Looking at Leng Ran who was in a daze, Long Qingjue frowned, and his slender fingertips lightly brushed Leng Ran's cheek.

good ice
The sword eyebrows tightened even more, Long Qingjue subconsciously grabbed Leng Ran's hand, the coldness of the tentacles caused a flash of anxiety on his face: "What's going on, why are your hands so cold?"

It was a March day, and today was sunny and warm again, but Leng Ran's hands were as cold as ice, Long Qing couldn't help but feel worried.

"I'll pass the imperial doctor to you to see if you have caught a cold?" Long Qingjue got up to leave after speaking.

"I'm fine, don't make a fuss, I'm already cold, have you forgotten?" Leng Ran grabbed Long Qing and said indifferently.

"But you are so pale"

Before Long Qingjue could finish speaking, Leng Ran suddenly turned pale and covered her chest in pain.

Heart, why is there a sudden throbbing pain?The pain seemed to have pierced her limbs and made her tremble uncontrollably.

Why, why did her heart suddenly hurt so much.

bang-

The teacup on the stone table fell in response, Leng Ran clutched her chest and squatted down in pain, the tea splashed everywhere, soaking her clean pleated skirt, and the spilled tea stained her entire dress.

"Ran'er!"

Long Qingjue turned pale with shock, reached out to support Leng Ran, his face turned pale with fright, "What's wrong with you? Ran'er? What's wrong with you?"

Leng Ran opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound, so she could only tightly cover her chest with her hands. At this moment, her heartbeat became more and more violent, as if it was about to jump out. Accompanied by the heart-piercing pain, she He cried out in pain.

what--

"Mother!" Long Yixuan threw down his long sword, and rushed over with a pale face. Seeing Leng Ran tightly clutching his chest, his small face was about to cry.

At this time, Mu Feng, who had just entered the courtyard, felt his heart skip a beat when he heard Leng Ran's screams, and then walked over briskly.

"Leng Ran!"

Seeing Leng Ran clutching his chest tightly, his face pale, and his forehead sweating profusely, Mu Feng suddenly felt a trace of fear that he was afraid of before.

It's time to come, is it finally here?
"Mu Feng, come and take a look, what happened to Ran'er? What happened to him?"

Seeing Mu Feng approaching, Long Qingjue frantically grabbed Mu Feng's hand as if seeing a life-saving straw, asking him to feel Leng Ran's pulse.

Mu Feng also panicked, and took down the medicine box that he carried with him.Frantically searching for useful pills inside, seven or eight white pill bottles were knocked over by him, and colorful pills, large and small, rolled to the ground, but he couldn't find any useful pills, what to do, what to do manage?
Long Qingjue hugged Leng Ran with a worried look on his face: "Ran'er, what's wrong with you? Tell me what's wrong with you?"

It was fine just a second ago, why is it suddenly like this now? Looking at Mu Feng's frightened appearance, is it possible that Ran'er is seriously ill?Why didn't he know at all what Ran'er was hiding from him?
Leng Ran had a pale face covered with cold sweat, she opened her lips tremblingly, and looked at Long Qingjue with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Qingjue, I don't want to hide from you, how much I miss you Accompany you and Xuan'er, but there seems to be no other way, I, I really want to hurry up, it's about to die."

"What nonsense are you talking about? What's wrong with you? I'm here, you'll be fine, I won't let you be fine!"

Long Qing was so shocked that he couldn't react, but seeing Leng Ran's face that didn't seem to be joking, his face became paler.

"Mother, what's wrong with you, don't leave Xuan'er, is it because Xuan'er is ignorant and disobedient, making you unhappy, so you want to punish Xuan'er like this?" Long Yixuan was already tearing up.

"Mu Feng, what's the matter with Ran'er, what's the matter with her?" Long Qingjue raised his head suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, he looked at Mu Feng with a trembling voice.

Looking at the pills scattered all over the floor, Mu Feng felt a sense of powerlessness and despair. He sat on the ground blankly. At this moment, his face was not as handsome as it used to be. It was full of despair, fear and sadness. .

"Daughter of Taiyin, she awakened Gu King with blood and saved you. She is doomed to be broken and broken. She only has three years to live. After three years, her soul will be scattered and she will have no chance of reincarnation." Mu Feng said word by word. with.

Every sentence, every word, is like a sharp knife piercing Long Qingjue's heart.

"No!!" Long Qingjue roared angrily, with tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, he stared blankly at Leng Ran, who was getting weaker and weaker in his arms, shook his head desperately, and screamed heart-piercingly: "Why did you do this, why did you Keep it from me, Ran’er, my Ran’er!!”

Leng Ran looked at Long Qingjue in pain, blamed herself, raised her hand distressedly, the cold palm brushed across his handsome outline, opened her mouth, and wanted to say something, but the throat seemed to be tightly closed. It's the same as choking: "I don't regret it, don't be sad. Take care. Take care of Xuan Xuaner, I love you."

After finishing speaking, the hand covering Long Qingjue's cheek suddenly slipped down, lifeless.

Silence, dead silence.

"mother!!!"

Long Yixuan's cries resounded throughout the valley.

Mu Feng will never forget this day.

Leng Ran died, in front of him, in front of his powerless hands, swallowed his last breath, never woke up again, never smiled at him again, never teased him again, never talked to him up
Leng Ran died. Although Long Qingjue didn't show any expression, his jet black hair turned silvery white in an instant.

He stretched out his hand, hugged Leng Ran who had swallowed his breath, and walked towards the house step by step.

Just like this, Mu Feng sat among the deformed pills all over the floor, watching Long Qingjue holding the dead Leng Ran, and disappearing from his sight without looking back.

My heart hurts, and my eyes are sore.

He looked up helplessly, looked at the still bright sunshine, closed his eyes, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eyes.

Step by step, like a walking corpse, Long Qingjue just hugged the person who was no longer breathing, no heartbeat, and walked forward.

"Father, mother..." Long Yixuan's face was full of tears, his eyes were red from crying, and he was sobbing nonstop.

It happened so suddenly that he was not prepared for it.
Why, why does God treat them like this, he is going to lose his mother, will he never have a mother again?

　There are still 3000 words later, okay?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)