Transmigration's only favored arrogant lazy wife

Chapter 17: Meeting by Destiny (1)

Xunranqin came to the stream, and the gurgling stream flowed from top to bottom. The wilderness at night seemed to be extraordinarily clean. Looking around, it was a pity that there were no extra flowers in this area. This big beauty bathed in a really special flavor!
After Xiangxiang settled down, Xun Ranqin, who took off her shoes and socks, sat by the stream and played in the water while humming a little tune.

The sound of prosperity escapes into the empty door and breaks the world

The dream is cold and tossed, the love debt of a lifetime, and a few books
If you default to life and death
Waiting for the annual rings round and round
How many floors of the Futu Pagoda broke, whose soul was broken?

The pain went straight to a mountain gate with a broken lamp and collapsed

Let me wait for history to turn around
Waiting for the wine to be mellow and waiting for you to play a zither

The rain is falling, the vegetation is deep in the old hometown
I heard you are always alone
The mottled city gate is entrenched with old tree roots

What echoes on the slate is to wait
The rain is falling, the vegetation is deep in the old hometown
I heard you still guard the lonely city
The sound of the reed flute on the outskirts of the city falls on that wild village
Fate takes root is us
Listening to youth ushering in laughter makes many people envious

The annals of history are too ruthless if they are gentle and refuse to write

Fireworks are easy to be cold, personnel and affairs are easy to divide
And you're asking me if I'm serious
Thousands of years later, who will be waiting

And how can Qing History not be true to Wei Shu Luoyang City

If you are passing through the door of the previous life
follow the world of mortals follow me wandering life

The rain is falling, the vegetation is deep in the old hometown
I heard you are always alone
The mottled city gate is entrenched with old tree roots

What echoes on the slate is to wait
The rain is falling, the vegetation is deep in the old hometown
I heard you still guard the lonely city
The sound of the reed flute on the outskirts of the city falls on that wild village
Fate takes root is us
The rain is falling, the vegetation is deep in the old hometown
I heard you are always alone
The mottled city gate is entrenched with old tree roots

What echoes on the slate is to wait
It’s raining and it’s raining, the vegetation is deep in the old hometown
I heard I heard you are still guarding the lonely city
The sound of the reed flute on the outskirts of the city falls on that wild village
Fate takes root is us
Fate takes root is us
Jialan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity
After singing a song, I realized that my eyes had been covered with a layer of rain and fog, and the originally cheerful mood became cloudy inexplicably.

Xun Ranqin sighed in self-mocking, why?
It's because starting from tomorrow, even if it is a heinous thing, I'm afraid I have to start doing it, even if my hands are covered with blood, even if there is no redemption!
"Ha ha……"

Thinking of those relatives who cared for him since he was a child, those subordinates who died trying to save him, and the more than 1000 loyal soldiers who have turned into ashes in the Zhanwangfu...

Xun Ranqin couldn't help laughing out loud, but how much heartache, how much helplessness, how much nostalgia, and how much worry about the unknown was mixed in this laughter?

What she didn't know was that on the tree behind her, a purple figure had already stayed on the top of the tree, until she finished singing, a shadow quickly passed across the night sky, like a shooting star, dazzling.

Get up, put on your shoes and socks, the bottom of the snow-white boots are already stained with water.

He ate some snacks left by Xunhua, drank some water for Xiangxiang, and fell asleep, regardless of whether the mosquitoes in August would visit him or not.

When I woke up again, only the bright moon and the shadow of the whirling trees were left. Occasionally, some scattered clouds drifted past, but they couldn't be the clear light of the moonlight. It seemed cold and thin.

Suddenly, there were a lot of footsteps in the distance. Xun Ranqin was very sensitive to sound because he practiced in the dark since he was a child.

Get up and lead Xiangxiang to a big tree. The branches and leaves of this big tree are very luxuriant, and Xiangxiang really can't see her figure standing under it. What's more, it is night now, except for the faintly visible figure under the moonlight, there is no end to the horizon of darkness.

Xun Ranqin looked towards a certain place in the dark night, with her toes pointing, the figure had already moved into the distance.

(End of this chapter)