120 Return to your hometown

At the end of everything, it is a new year.

Murong Xueyan followed Nangong Yi back to Northern Qi. Along the way, she was brewing how to expose Yan Moyun's mask from time to time. At that time, the misunderstanding between her and Nangongyi, because Nangongyi was involved, she could not take risks and could not use this reason to deal with her, so she could only use the lives in her hands.

"Xueer, do you think so? Do you suspect that the killer who assassinated the emperor Biancheng had an affair with Concubine Yun?" Nangong Yi can't believe this.

No wonder he really can't believe that the person he once loved was secretly with another person.

"I have a friend named Wuhen. He also knows the border city and knows that the border city is trapped by love, and the other party is a woman in the palace." Murong Xueyan explained slowly, "Moreover, the time I hurt my face, the woman who cut my face with a knife was Yan Moyun, and the man was the border city."

"The city over there is dead, and now there is no proof of death." Nangong Yi shook his head and vetoed.

"In addition to these people, there are also some people." Murong Xueyan said, "I have always doubted the death of the little prince. Why would the maid of honor named Cai Qing turn against each other? If so, what if the maid of honor was originally placed by Yan Moyun beside Lan Ruo? Or, she was originally Lan Ruo's person, but she was bought by Yan Moyun. It's just... After the matter was done at that time, Yan Moyun should have killed Cai Qing long ago.

"These more powerful figures are dead. How do you expose her?" Nangong Yi asked.

"As long as you don't ask and disagree, I naturally have a way." Murong Xueyan stared at him.

This is the first time that when they talk about Yan Moyun, they can talk calmly like any stranger.

"Xue'er, if she didn't do it..." Nangong Yi affirmed weakly.

"If she didn't do it, I can naturally give her justice." Murong Xueyan said, "Maybe you can't believe that she will do those things, but I have a way for her to admit it."

He laughed. He didn't know why he still spoke for Yunfei. Now, Murong Xueyan is the only person in his heart.

"There are still about ten days to go. Have a good sleep." The carriage bumped, and he rubbed her into his arms.

"Nangongyi, I can't sleep." Murong Xueyan said distressedly, "The so-called 'homecoming is more timid'. I'm a little afraid to see my father. Now think about it, I cheated to death at that time. It was too much.

"It's good to admit a mistake to your father, but it's me..." Nangong Yi smiled embarrassedly, "I'm at your door, and I can't close the door ten times."

"I think we should hold a 're-marriage ceremony' when we go back this time." Murong Xueyan came up with another idea.

"Why are there so many strange things in your head?" Nangong Yi asked, "In the twenty-first century, what kind of place is that? How did you give birth to such a strange you?"

"You... do you know?" Her eyes are so wide that they can be compared with eggs.

"Do you remember the first time we drank together?" Nangong Yi recalled, "That day, you were so drunk that you were not the original Murong Xueyan, but a soul from the 21st century..."

"Then you didn't treat me as a monster?" Murong Xueyan left his arms like lightning.

"Why should I treat you as a monster? You are the most important person in my heart. I love you. No matter where you come from or how you come here, I don't care. His smile was full of glot.

"Then let me tell you, here's the thing. Murong Xueyan, who married you for the first time, did die after hitting the pillar. In the twenty-first century, I was pushed down from the upstairs and died that day because I met a bad guy. Perhaps, the magnetic field of our bodies is close to each other, and my soul actually came back from the 21st century thousands of years later and returned to Murong Xueyan, who had been buried. In fact, my real age at that time was already 21 years old. In other words, I'm just one year younger than you.

So it is. No wonder he always feels that her mind is too mature to match her age.

This is the first time she told him about her experience. He never thought that her life was such a tortuous legend.

"At that time, I crawled out of the coffin, and everyone was like a ghost. Only my father was scared to retreat like others." Murong Xueyan thought of the scene of that day and still sighed.

"So, what kind of country is your twenty-first century? How can you cultivate such a genius as you?" Nangong Yi spoiled and scratched her nose.

"In my own era, I was just a very ordinary girl, except for singing better." She smiled and said, "I once won the first place in our city, and this is the only honor."

"Are you ordinary like this?" Nangong Yi couldn't believe it at all. She invested in the brothel and completely cared about her when she met the brothel women. She opened a winery and ran the winery in her own unique way. She refused to share her husband with other women. As soon as she took action, she drove those women away. She even left her husband by herself and left her own handwriting. Book, she will also run a beauty salon that has never been heard of in this era...

In Nangong Yi's eyes, such a strange thing as Murong Xueyan is simply unique in the world. It's incredible that she is humble and ordinary.

"My era. Like men, women can read and go anywhere to do what they want to do. Murong Xueyan roughly described, "Moreover, many women read more than men and are more talented than men."

"Your talent is also higher than that of many talents in the world. The talent is dead. He only knows how to hold the old paper pile, and you..." He smiled, "I think you are as cunning as a fox."

"Fox?" Murong Xueyan stared at him dissatisfiedly, "Cunning? Where am I cunning?"

"It's not cunning for you to leave a divorce book and run away at that time. Do you know, I've been looking for you for a few days and nights." Nangong Yi smiled and recounted her "crime", "Later, you were even more hateful and cheated to death directly...

His white hair still makes her feel deeply guilty.

"Nangongyi, I think there should be a way for your hair to turn black."

"How to turn black?" He asked with great interest. He knew that she had always had a lot of ideas. As for what she said she could do, he never doubted from the moment he really knew her.

"Eat black food. Sesame, black fungus, black shiitake mushrooms, Ganoderma lucidum... Anyway, it's black. Eat more every day, and eat some blood-activated ones such as safflower, hawthorns and so on. When I go back, I'll ask the imperial doctor to get a prescription. I don't believe you can't 'rejuvenate your child'.

"Rejuvenation? Am I so old?" Nangong Yi decided to turn a deaf ear to this word.

"It's okay. In fact, there is nothing but more white hair." She stuck out her tongue.

"Then I have to prove that I'm not old now." Nangong Yi smiled and pressed his lips on her lips.

With the bumps of the carriage, a burst of sweetness came, making Murong Xueyan a little breathless with happiness.

2

Murong Xueyan has not returned to the capital. Her reputation on the battlefield has been known all over the world. Princess Jing went to the meeting alone and went deep into the enemy's camp to negotiate, and her peerless glory was praised by the world.

Naturally, Murong Rui also learned the news that his daughter was not dead. As soon as the news of the end of the war came, he was looking forward to the return of his daughter. He didn't know how many times he wandered around his door all day long.

"Xue'er, wake up, you have entered the gate." Nangong Yi woke up Murong Xueyan, who was sleeping soundly in his arms.

This was specially ordered by Murong Xueyan to wake up Nan Gongyi when the carriage entered the city gate. As soon as she returned to the capital, she went to apologize to her father.

"Real? Then I'll see my father soon!" Murong Xueyan was excited and suddenly woke up and turned around.

"Yes, just a few more turns ahead." Nangong Yidao.

After a while, Murong Xueyan lifted the curtain and saw clearly that at the door of a medium-sized house, there were the three words "Murong Mansion" on the plaque.

"Is this the place?" She couldn't believe her eyes.

She didn't think that she would still have a chance to come back and see her father.

"It's here." Nangong Yi said, "You go to see your father-in-law first. I'll go back to the royal palace first."

"Good." Murong Xueyan slowly got out of the carriage and walked forward. Every step, the house is closer...

She stopped in front of the door, and before she knocked on the door, someone inside opened the door.

The person who came is none other than her, but her father who hasn't seen each other for a long time.

"Xue'er..." Murong Rui looked forward to it day and night, and finally looked forward to his daughter, but he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

"Dad! ..." Murong Xueyan rushed into her father's arms and couldn't help admitting her mistake. "It's my daughter's fault, which made my father sad. My daughter shouldn't have cheated to death at that time..."

"Ser, Dad has never blamed you. Now it's the happiest thing for Dad to see you come back alive. Murong Rui is also full of tears.

This is the second time that his daughter, who was believed to be "dead", went back and returned to him. God is so kind to him!

"Don't leave when you come back this time." Murong Rui picked up his daughter in the courtyard and said, "Stay with your father and don't talk to that stinky boy Nangong Yi!"

"Dad, you still can't forgive him?" Murong Xueyan was surprised.

"If that boy hadn't hurt you at the beginning, how would you have left in such a resolute way?" Murong Rui's anger was unsipable.

"What happened at that time was that I misunderstood him." Murong Xueyan said, "What's more, on the battlefield, he blocked an arrow for me. I... I forgive him."

"But Dad is really afraid that you will be hurt again." Murong Rui shook his head with disapproval.

"No. He promised to give me happiness. Murong Xueyan argued.

"Dad doesn't believe that boy's words."

"Dad..." Murong Xueyan used coquettish tactics.

"Let's stay at home for a while." Murong Rui still didn't let go.