A tyrant develops a daily life

Chapter 117
The cold wind howled.

Jing Xi sat on the ground with his back against a big tree, holding the sword in one hand, his eyes slightly closed, his brows slightly frowned, the horse beside him snorted, and he woke up from his short sleep with a jolt.

Glancing at the dark sky around him, his eyes were fixed on a cluster of slowly dancing flames not far away, and cold sweat dripped down.

Manager Zhao took a water bag containing spirits, uncorked the bottle and handed it to him, "Master, drink some wine to warm yourself up." As soon as he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of the bean-sized beads of sweat on his forehead, and felt a pang in his heart. Surprised, it's almost winter, and the night is as cold as a knife, why is my master sweating?Is it a cold sweat?

"Master, are you okay?" He asked with concern.

Jingxi took the water bag and took a sip expressionlessly: "It's okay."

Director Zhao glanced at the emaciated master, the red blood in his eyes really made people feel distressed: "Go and sleep in the tent for a while, you haven't rested for seven days, if this continues, you will be too hard to stand."

Jing Xi didn't move, but stared at Huo Miao with piercing eyes.

"Did you...remember the past again?" Mr. Zhao asked cautiously. The past he was talking about was naturally not how many days ago, but the distant past life.He was originally King Jing's confidant, and was later used by Princess Jing, who decided to be loyal to Princess Jing, but after the son had smallpox when he was five years old, he suddenly asked him to come to his side, and told him a long and terrible "dream". He didn't believe it, but one by one, one by one, all came true, and in the end, he treated the son very differently.

Jing Xi stared at her with a complicated expression: "I dreamed that the day she left again, I fell to the ground covered in blood, and I told her to come back, but she couldn't hear me."

He spoke calmly, as if it didn't happen to him, but Mr. Zhao watched him grow up, and no one knows better than him how much suffering and suffering the master has suffered in order to become stronger. , At the same time, he also understands that the master never writes his emotions on his face, and he seldom even recalls his own scars. If he can say it, it means that the pain is already unbearable.

Mr. Zhao is an eunuch and has no children. To him, Jingxi is both a master and a child. Jingxi is sad, and he is also uncomfortable.He sighed and comforted: "Miss Lin will be found. Didn't you also find her in your previous life?"

"It took ten years to find it," he said.

What kind of a decade was that?Director Zhao couldn't imagine that after 17 years of planning in this life, he was still a few steps away from the overall situation. How did he force himself to overthrow the entire dynasty in just ten years in the previous life?
Got a lot of injuries.

Director Zhao's eyes flickered with water: "This time, it won't be so long. After all, you are not the helpless son of the past. Now you wave your arms, and the whole country will be shaken by wind and rain. They can't escape from your palm. of."

"It's been seven days."

What has happened to her these seven days?

Did Pei Lang already do something to her?
Jingxi's knuckles holding the water bag were faintly white.

In the dark carriage, Lin Miaomiao opened her teary eyes wide. Thinking of everything that was almost real in the dream, she couldn't help but tremble all over.

"who are you?"

"Don't remember me, do you? Lin Miaomiao."

The truth is so.

No wonder he made things difficult for her after entering the palace, but he was reluctant to really hurt her.

"The third master often said that if he had known that the third grandma had left so early, he would have stopped doing business and stayed with her all day... But the third grandma didn't know about this. The person who left didn't feel any pain and stayed Yes, but there is no redemption. If Miss San meets such a person, she must cherish it."

"I will."

What can you do?Will it be cherished, or will it make Jingxi beyond redemption?

Lin Miaomiao covered her mouth with tears streaming down her face.

Hearing the suppressed crying, Pei Lang raised the curtain and came in. While lighting the lamp, he said, "Are you awake?"

Lin Miaomiao stopped crying abruptly, and looked at Pei Lang coldly, is this really her cousin whom she has respected for so many years?It's okay to be entangled with Fu Wangshu, why do you want to hurt her like this?What did she and Jingxi do wrong?What did that innocent child do wrong again?She felt guilty that she could not fulfill her duty as a wife, treated his concubines as sisters, and treated his children as her own. In the end, he made her blind for more than ten years.

"Cousin, what's wrong with you? Looking at me like this?" Pei Lang's heart thumped when he saw Lin Miaomiao's unspeakable eyes, and felt a little guilty when he saw her face full of tears, "Cousin, are you crying?" ? Is... is there any discomfort?"

Should she be uncomfortable?
Lin Miaomiao blinked in confusion, touched her stomach with her little hand, lowered her eyes, and said, "My head suddenly hurts."

"Besides the headache, are there any other discomforts? Yesterday was... what date, do you remember?" He looked at her fixedly and asked, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

Why is this conversation so similar to the one in the dream?Lin Miaomiao realized something, covered her forehead tentatively, and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

Pei Lang was stunned, and a fleeting look flashed across his eyes, although it was fleeting, it was enough for Lin Miaomiao, who had been observing him, to catch it. Lin Miaomiao thought, she guessed right, just like in the previous life, he gave She took the Soul Eater Grass, but he probably never dreamed that not only did she not forget, but she even found back the lost memories of her previous life.

"Miaomiao, you don't remember me?" Pei Lang asked with mixed joy and sorrow. She was happy that she had forgotten Jingxi, but worried that even he was forgotten.

Lin Miaomiao shook her head.

"Then do you still remember who you are?" Pei Lang asked worriedly.

Lin Miaomiao shook her head again.

Pei Lang took a breath!She wondered if she had dosed the medicine so heavily that she couldn't even remember herself.Gathering his mind, he held Lin Miaomiao's arm.

Lin Miaomiao was so surprised that she took the pillow and opened his hand: "Don't, don't come here, I don't know you."

Pei Lang was stunned for a moment, then said softly: "Don't be afraid, I am your cousin."

"Cousin, brother?" Lin Miaomiao looked around, "Where are we going?"

Pei Lang's expression paused, and he said softly, "Go to a nearby town for fun."

"Just you and me?"

"Yeah." Pei Lang nodded, fearing that Lin Miaomiao wouldn't believe it, he explained, "We grew up together, I'm always you wherever you go..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sound of horseshoes in front of him. He looked through the gap in the curtain and said to Lin Miaomiao, "Stay in the car and don't come out, and don't make any noise."

Lin Miaomiao nodded obediently.

Pei Lang felt that Lin Miaomiao agreed too quickly and didn't even ask why, but at this juncture, he didn't care about these things, after covering Lin Miaomiao with a quilt, he lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage.

There were a total of five people who came, and they were dressed in official clothes. The leader took out a portrait of a man and compared it to Pei Lang. On the portrait was Pei Lang himself, but he looked white and clean. Pei Lang had a beard and was With his hair loose, he doesn't look very similar to the one in the portrait. In addition, his expression is magnanimous, without a trace of guilt, which makes people feel that the similarities are no longer similar.

The official frowned: "Have you seen this person?"

Pei Lang said with such a complexion: "No."

"What about this?" The officer took out another portrait, which was Lin Miaomiao's.

Pei Lang shook his head: "Not at all."

"No?" The officer seemed to be in disbelief, looking at the carriageway: "Who is in the car?"

Pei Lang cupped his hands: "Brother She."

The official rode to the side of the carriage and stretched out his hand to open the curtain, Pei Lang was not afraid, Lin Miaomiao was dressed as a man, and she had a mole on her face that she didn't even know about, it would be strange for the official to recognize it.

The officer opened the curtain and said with a cry: "There is no one!"

no one?how come?
Pei Lang walked over in two or three steps, and opened the curtain to see that Lin Miaomiao had really disappeared!

Lin Miaomiao was running fast in the night. There was a trap behind the carriage that was convenient for loading goods. Push it away, and she slipped away from there. Thanks to this man's attire, it is much more convenient than a woman's skirt.

She didn't know who it was, maybe it was sent by Jingxi, maybe it was sent by the emperor, no matter what, she couldn't trust anyone anymore, she only wanted Jingxi, she only believed in Jingxi.

"Jingxi...Jingxi..."

While running, she called his name in a low voice, fearing that Pei Lang would hear her, she didn't dare to amplify her voice.

The wind in late autumn was extremely cold, and it blew on her face like a knife was cutting her. She crawled out of the bed, without any cotton clothes, shivering in the cold wind, her teeth chattering.

Soon, she came to a fork in the road, the night was too dark, she couldn't see the surrounding environment clearly, and she couldn't tell where each road led to, but she couldn't hesitate anymore, if she hesitated, Pei Lang would catch up.

The sound of horseshoes gradually approaching, there are those in the front and those in the back, needless to say, the ones in the back belong to Pei Lang, and the ones in the front...whose ones belong to the front?
That's too late.

Lin Miaomiao gritted her teeth and dodged into the road on the left where there was no sound of horseshoes.

She ran into a wood.

At almost the same moment, Jingxi's horse came galloping from the road on the right.

pass by.

(End of this chapter)