Chapter 289 Some people are happy, some are sad

Chapter 289 Some people are happy, some are sad

Because Yan Changqing borrowed the Hetu Yin and Yang Sword, Jiang Shouzhong's injury could not recover as quickly as usual.

What’s worse is that Niu Niu hasn’t come back yet.

Jiang Shouzhong took the elixir given by Li Nanshuang, and despite the obstruction of the two women, dragged his seriously injured body with force, intending to quickly return to Ran's house to explain the reason to Ran Qingchen.

He originally thought that his location was not very far from the capital, but when he walked out of the cave, he was shocked to find that they were actually in a desert at this moment.

The boundless sea of ​​sand and rolling waves.

The golden sand grains cover the horizon like countless tiny sunsets, forming a vast crimson picture.

"Where is this? Are we still in the country?"

Jiang Shouzhong was dumbfounded and showed a bangs-like emoticon.

Li Nanshuang tightened the wine pot that was half filled with tears and said angrily:

"The sword in the wine that Yan Changqing gave me always kept its head down and rushed forward. It didn't stop even if I asked it to stop. It didn't stop until you were unconscious.

I don't know what this is. Where, maybe near Danzhou, it’s quite far away from the capital anyway.”

Jiang Shouzhong looked ugly.

Looking at the approaching night, he turned to Li Nanshuang and asked: "How long have I been unconscious."

"Brother Xiao Jiang, it has been about four hours."
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Before Li Nanshuang could speak, Qu Hongling took the lead and spoke crisply.

Seeing that the man ignored her, Qu Hongling, whose eyes were swollen from crying, silently lowered her little head and twisted her skirt with her slender onion-rooted fingers, like a little girl who had done something wrong.

Pop!

The next moment, Jiang Shouzhong was slapped on the head by Uncle Li.

Jiang Shouzhong was a little confused and looked at Li Nanshuang: "Boss, why are you hitting me?"

Uncle Li put his hands on his hips, pointed at Qu Hongling and said:

"Is she your woman? If so, don't make a bad face. A grown man, don't look like a little bitch. It's disgusting to look at." "It's broken."

Qu Hongling quickly grabbed Li Nanshuang's arm:

"Sister, it's not what you think. This is all my fault. It's not Brother Xiao Jiang's fault. "Back then...it was me who abandoned him, I..."

The girl looked sad.

Jiang Shouzhong glanced at the girl, then quickly looked away.

He said to Li Nanshuang: "Boss, can you fly with a sword? Take me to the capital."

Although he is now a master in the Tianhuang Realm, he has not practiced Through magic such as flying. And even if he could, it would be difficult for his current body to support him.

Li Nanshuang rolled his eyes: "I am a Daxuan master, and I can wield a sword and a hammer. And didn't Yan Changqing say that he would let you go to Zhenxuan Mountain?"

Jiang Shouzhong remembered that Yan Changqing did tell him to go to Zhenxuan Mountain.

But the problem is that now he has to go back to Ran Mansion to explain to Ran Qingchen what happened.

I don’t know how the Ran Mansion is doing now.

At this time, Qu Hongling whispered: "Brother Xiao Jiang, I can fly with a sword."

Jiang Shouzhong did not say a word.

“Pa!”

The man was slapped on the back of the head again.

Li Nanshuang stared at his beautiful big eyes: "Are you deaf? She said she can fly with a sword!"

Jiang Shouzhong wanted to complain, but when he looked at Uncle Li, he looked like you If you dare to scold me, I will cut off your arrogance. He shook his head helplessly and said to Qu Hongling: "Please take me to the capital."

"No, it's not troublesome, Brother Xiao Jiang."

Qu Hongling waved her hands repeatedly.

She squeezed the secret with her fingers and saw a flash of light. The originally small Phoenix-Zhancing Sword turned into a long sword about five feet long and twenty centimeters wide, floating in front of the three of them.

Qu Hongling lightly jumped onto the long sword and stretched out her hand towards the man: "Brother Xiao Jiang, Sister Li, come up."

Li Nanshuang touched the long sword curiously and marveled: "Can this thing hold up the three of us? Can you do it? Don't throw us down when the time comes."

"Okay."

Qu Hongling nodded vigorously.

Regarding the talent of swordsmanship, Qu Hongling was no worse than Ran Qingchen, and sword-wielding was even more of a strength.

Jiang Shouzhong stepped on the sword.

Qu Hongling hesitated for a moment, blushed and whispered:

"Brother Xiao Jiang, can you... hug me. I'm afraid that I will fly into the sky and fall. ”

Jiang Shouzhong was stunned.

When he hesitated, Uncle Li slapped him on the back of the head again.

"Hold her, are you deaf? Otherwise we will fall. You want to die, but I don’t want to die yet."

Jiang Shouzhong stretched out his hand helplessly and hugged her. On the girl's delicate and flat belly.

Familiar aroma.

A familiar girl.

Familiar warmth.

In an instant, the man had the illusion of returning to Anhe Village.

Qu Hongling looked down at the man's hand on her abdomen, with a slight smile on her lips. But gradually, the smile on her face faded, leaving only sadness and sadness.

Time has not erased each other's love, but it has diluted the intimate feeling between you and me.

It seems that what is lost can never be picked up.

"Get up, let's go!"

Uncle Li doesn't care about your relationship with your children. He is worried about it. He jumped on the sword, hugged Jiang Shouzhong's waist carelessly, and said to Qu Hongling, "Little tearful bag" , hurry up.”

Little tear bag?

Uncle Li doesn’t care about the other person’s feelings at all when he comes up with nicknames.

Qu Hongling came back to his senses, smiled and nodded.

Whoosh!

The tip of the sword was like the light of dawn, raised suddenly, and pierced the sky.

Because he started too fast, Jiang Shouzhong was unable to stabilize his body for a while. In desperation, his hands instinctively reached up.

He didn't react until the sword was steady.

The man coughed lightly and carefully moved his hand down.

Qu Hongling's voice was as soft as the spring breeze blowing across the lake, as thin as the chirping of mosquitoes: "It's okay, Brother Xiao Jiang."

Jiang Shouzhong didn't know how to respond, and muttered: "Still so young."

The girl's pretty face was on fire, with a bit of grievance and shyness, and she whispered: "No one rubbed it for me."

Jiang Shouzhong: "..."

...

The flying sword flew through the air like a small boat.

I have to say that Qu Hongling's sword control skills are really powerful. Except for a small bump at the beginning, it was extremely smooth after that, and he shuttled through the clouds without shaking at all.

Li Nanshuang opened his arms and shouted, amazed.

"Sister Qu, where did you learn the art of sword control? Jianchi, Peach Blossom Mountain, or Zhenxuan Mountain? It is said that the sword control skills of these three schools are good."

Because Qu Hongling specially set up a sword energy barrier so that he would not be affected when he spoke.

Qu Hongling raised her delicate little face and said with a smile: "Grandma Qiu taught me that."

"You can teach me another day."

"Okay."

"By the way, you are the leader of the Tianyao Sect. You must have many magic weapons at home. You can give me a few when the time comes."

"Okay."

"..."

The two girls chatted happily.

Jiang Shouzhong remained silent, feeling extremely conflicted at this moment.

He was ecstatic to meet Hong'er, but he didn't know how to face Ran Qingchen.

He once thought about confessing everything to the other party, but maybe he wanted to completely throw away his identity as "Jiang Shouzhong" and start to accept a new relationship. Perhaps it was to not delay Sister Nightingale's plan.

Perhaps she is afraid of admitting in front of Ran Qingchen that Hong'er always occupies a very important position in her heart.

In short, I chose to conceal everything after all.

However, God has arranged such a dramatic aspect.

He couldn't understand the woman's feelings at the moment. Thinking from her perspective, it must be very sad.

But what could he do at that time?

Ignore Qu Hongling and continue to marry Ran Qingchen?

Even though he complained about the girl in his arms, she was his favorite wife after all.

Jiang Shouzhong suddenly felt very tired.

He missed the time when he first came to the capital. He only wanted to avenge Sister Ye. There was no interference from the so-called personal affairs of his children and he didn't have to care about a certain woman's mood.

I don't know when he started to get into a love debt.

Even he felt strange.

Sure enough, there are three major natures of human beings: shamelessness, reality and double standards.

The active pursuit of Sister Ye and Hong'er, the active responsibility for Xia He, the active neglect of Boss, the active acceptance of Ran Qingchen, and the passive enjoyment of Mengniang...

He always wanted to maintain his emotional cleanliness, but in the end he was left with nothing.

Maybe starting from Qiuye, he started to be lazy about feelings.

He is unwilling to take the initiative anymore. Even if he can feel the other person's intentions, he chooses to ignore it and not actively pursue or pierce the window paper. For example, Ran Qingchen and Tou'er before.

He chose to accept it lying down.

If you take the initiative, then I will accept it. If you don't take the initiative to break this relationship, I won't bother to break it.

However, this lazy way of dealing with feelings eventually paid a price.

Regret, naturally very regretful.

Hate, naturally hate yourself.

Even if it is resentment towards Hong'er, perhaps it stems more from herself.

For the first time Jiang Shouzhong felt helpless and powerless, for the first time he hated himself so deeply, and for the first time he wished he could turn back time and make some amends.

"Brother Xiao Jiang..."

The girl's soft voice broke his thoughts.

Qu Hongling pursed her cherry-colored lips, with a hint of unnoticeable worry hidden in her eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Are you worried about Yi...worried about her?"

Jiang Shouzhong did not respond.

"I'm sorry..."

The girl's voice was like a wisp of smoke, quietly floating in the air.

Jiang Shouzhong whispered: "It has nothing to do with you."

Qu Hongling stopped talking and moved forward with his sword silently.

Unlike Ran Qingchen, who is restrained, Qu Hongling has a lively and delicate personality, and is more outgoing.

But the same thing as Ran Qingchen is that she is also very domineering about feelings and does not allow other impurities to be mixed.

When Jiang Shouzhong confessed to Sister Ye, the girl found out about it and was unhappy for many days.

In her heart, Brother Xiao Jiang belongs to her.

It belongs to her alone.

But at this moment, she did not show that kind of dominance.

First of all, she is no longer qualified to use the capital that she once had to be coquettish and angry in front of men.

Secondly, that woman is my adopted sister.

She is the only sister who can tell the truth to her "after her husband passed away".

Say sorry?

Seems useless.

A gracious exit?

That is even more impossible.

I lost it once, but now God has given me a chance to get it again. I will never give up again!

Or, lower yourself and share?

So, at this moment, the girl is more conflicted than Jiang Shouzhong.

She regretted not meeting her sworn sister's husband earlier, so as not to cause such a disturbance at his wedding.

Now that the mistake has been made, she doesn’t know how to face it.

But she knew very well in her heart that the sisterhood between the two was completely broken.

There is no possibility of repair anymore.

Recalling the memory of the two of them living and dying together, Qu Hong's heart felt like a thorn, and tears fell silently again, ticking, ticking, falling on the lower abdomen... the back of the man's hand.

Jiang Shouzhong looked at the side of the girl's face and subconsciously wanted to reach out to wipe it, but in the end he did not move.

Men are worried, girls are worried.

Only Li Nanshuang shouted "heartlessly".

The conversation with Jiang Shouzhong on the eve of her wedding actually made her feel relieved. Eat when you should, drink when you should, and have fun when you should, without delaying anything.

——

Time passes silently.

The originally lively wedding banquet gradually became deserted, and eventually all the guests left.

The atmosphere in the Ran Mansion hall was depressing.

Ran Qingchen, dressed in a bright red wedding dress, sat silently in the dark corner of the room, like a carefully arranged still life painting.

Her eyes were lowered, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her fair face, covering all the emotional fluctuations in her eyes.

Against the festive red color, there is an incompatible desolation surrounding the whole body.

She is still waiting.

Wait for the man to come back.

Unfortunately, after the guests had left and the sun set over the rooftops... the man still didn't show up.

Everyone looked at her with complicated eyes.

There is sympathy, regret, doubt, sadness, ridicule and gloating.

Old lady Ran frowned.

Ran Jinyi went out to look around from time to time, shaking his head and sighing.

The second child, Ran Jinsheng, sat carelessly on a chair, sometimes picking his ears, sometimes yawning, looking at the ceiling boredly, as if it had nothing to do with him.

The eldest lady Zuo Su wanted to comfort her, but looking at Ran Qingchen who was covered in cold blood, she did not dare to step forward.

Suddenly, a sarcastic voice broke the silence.

The second lady Hu Meixin, who was holding the cat, looked at Ran Qingchen and sneered:

"This is the Ran family's uncle who was found for us. He is so grand. He ran away with another woman in the middle of the wedding. Now, our Ran family has become a joke to the whole capital. No, not to the whole capital, but to the entire capital. The whole world is a joke..."

"Stop saying a few words!" Zuo Su scolded.

Hu Meixin raised her eyebrows: "Hey, you are not a Ran family member who eats fast and chants Buddha's name, so you are not ashamed?"

She glanced at the bride in the corner and said mockingly :

"Haha, let me tell you, find a beggar on the roadside who knows how to dye our family's face. This Jiang Mo is better, trample our dyeing family on the ground and let others laugh.

Do you know how those guests just talked about our dyeing our family?

Some people say that the eldest lady in our family naturally likes to seduce other men, and her original wife came to her..."

"Shut up! ”

The old lady Ran hit her cane angrily.

Suddenly, a red shadow passed by.

The next moment, Hu Meixin's neck was grabbed by a delicate white hand, she was lifted up and hit hard on the pillar.

“He was originally my husband!”

I saw Ran Qingchen’s face full of murderous intent, his eyes as if they were tempered with ice, without any warmth, as if he was possessed by a Rakshasa.

Hu Meixin's face was filled with fear, and she was beating the opponent's arms with both hands, trying to break free. A vague sob came from his throat, his cheeks turned red due to lack of oxygen, and his legs swung weakly.

(End of this chapter)