God of Fast Transmigration, don't run away

Chapter 12 General Gusha 11
He said in a deep voice, "I don't deserve you."

"Heh," Hong Zhao sneered, "You're not me, and it's not up to you whether it's worth it or not."

After finishing speaking, Hong Zhao got out of the carriage first and walked towards the mansion.

Yan Li sat in the carriage for a while, until the fragrance left by her in the carriage dissipated, and then slowly returned.

After that day, the relationship between the two seemed to be back to the past.

Just like when Hong Zhao was still Prince Yan, she respected him like a child treats an elder.

When he was dealing with government affairs in the study, she would still sit on the soft bed beside him.

Or hold a book and read it quietly, or ask the maid to set up an embroidery frame and fly the needle to thread.

Whenever this time, Yan Li could not help but think that if she married a wife, that person would be the happiest person in the world.

I don't know when, she is no longer a child in his heart, but imprinted on his heart as a woman.

As Yan Li thought about it, a woman's peaceful smile appeared in front of his eyes.

"My lord, what's the matter?"

Yan Li was taken aback, it turned out that it was not a hallucination, he had walked in front of her unconsciously.

"It's nothing." Yan Li turned his head and turned his gaze to the embroidery frame. There was a kapok tree embroidered on it. The kapok was blooming very gorgeously, and the flowers were as red as fire, just like her smile.

The peach is young, its flowers are scorching, and the son returns home, suitable for his family.

Yan Li couldn't help thinking, met Shang Hongzhao's puzzled eyes, coughed dryly, and covered it up, "It's getting late, hurt your eyes carefully."

Hong Zhao looked up at the sun that was only setting west outside the window, and didn't poke him.

The two sometimes have a meal together.

Hong Zhao would serve him food as before, but only respect remained in his words and deeds.

Yan Li originally thought that it would be good, that it would be good to see her and hear her talk every day.

However, he couldn't help but wish for more.

When the Qiqiao Festival came, Hong Zhao told Yan Li not to wait for her to eat, and left the mansion with the girl and a few guards in the evening.

Today's capital city is very lively, there are many young ladies and gentlemen on the street.

This day is a women's festival. If a young lady takes a fancy to a young man, she can give her personal belongings to him.

If the other party accepts it and both families agree, they will get married soon.

On this day, the things that girls send out are not regarded as private giving and receiving, and will not be condemned.

Many people are releasing river lanterns by the river, and the river lanterns carrying the girls' prayers and thoughts go down the river, which can be regarded as a scene.

"It's not bad over there, let's go and have a look." Hong Zhao pushed the girl towards the river.

When Yan Li came back from the palace, the mansion was very quiet.

Without seeing the familiar figure on weekdays, Yan Li felt empty in his heart.

Without her, this huge palace is just a palace.

The servants set out the food, but Yan Li had no appetite at all.

He sat quietly on the main seat and waited, hoping that the figure would appear soon.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps in the mansion.

A guard rushed over, "My lord, Miss is missing."

Yan Li stood up abruptly.

When the emperor got angry, he laid down millions of corpses and bled for thousands of miles.

Yan Li is not the Son of Heaven, but has the same rights as the Son of Heaven.

He scoured the capital with the imperial army, and wiped out all the gangs involved in the trafficking of women, but he couldn't find any trace of Hong Zhao.

Finally, they learned from a prisoner that they still had a place to stay.

It's in Peach Blossom Nunnery, thirty miles west of the capital.

Yan Li led the army to the Peach Blossom Temple non-stop, watching the guards surround the temple layer by layer.

But he was a little timid, what if there is no her here?
What if she had already been killed?
in case……

He walked in slowly behind the guards, and the nunnery had already been searched by the guards.

"Your Majesty, the inventory has been completed. All the women who have been missing in the past month are here."

Yan Li's red eyes swept over the faces of every woman standing in the courtyard, he was very careful, for fear of missing one by mistake.

Every woman he saw couldn't help shivering, some tears couldn't help falling down, and they didn't dare to cry out.

No, Yan Li felt like he was going crazy.

If he couldn't find her, if he lost her, he couldn't help but want the world to be buried with her.

Hong Zhao, no, he can't live without her, Yan Li couldn't help roaring.

He was full of evil spirits, and his eyes were red, as if he had been possessed by a demon.

No one dared to approach him.

At this moment, the closed door of the temple's main hall suddenly opened.

"Yan Li, what are you yelling outside?"

The familiar figure, familiar voice, and familiar smile redeemed him again.

"Hong Zhao..."

Yan Li strode forward and hugged the little woman who was tormenting him tightly, but still couldn't help muttering, "Hong Zhao, Hong Zhao."

Hong Zhao looked at the man with green stubble on his chin, smiled and hugged him back.

The robbery this time was considered an accident, but if Hongzhao hadn't let her go on purpose, they wouldn't be able to kidnap her.

Afterwards, she was placed in Peach Blossom Temple, waiting to be sold along with these other women.

So, Hong Zhao took action to deal with the guards in Taohua Temple, and comforted the girls who were also kidnapped here.

She told them to wait at ease, and someone would come to rescue them in a short time.

Whether they believe it or not, they don't dare to go out by themselves anyway.

Sure enough, Yan Li came so soon.

Half a year later, news came from the border that Prince Yan died unexpectedly.

The regent, who heard the news, fell ill and handed over government affairs to the emperor and some of his confidants before passing away.

The younger sister of Lord Yan Xiaowang also disappeared in front of people, and no one cared.

Only Princess Anyang sent someone to search for it, but gave up after searching unsuccessfully.

Qingcheng, a small city in Daqi, suddenly moved in with a big family.

It is said that the master has good martial arts, but he has a face of Hades, which is quite scary.

And his wife not only has the beauty of the country and the city, but also is kind and charitable. She also opened a medical clinic, where she often consults the local people for free, and is deeply loved by the people around her.

Decades passed in a hurry, Yan Li looked at the woman whose appearance seemed to be fixed at the age of 40, "Madam, I thank God for allowing me to meet you in my life, I am very happy."

"It's just that I'm afraid I can't accompany you."

He looked at her as if he wanted to imprint her on his soul.

Hong Zhao held his already wrinkled and mottled hand, and comforted him, "Don't worry, I'll come."

He slowly closed his eyes, Hong Zhao also leaned on him and pulled away his soul.

In the God Realm, Hong Zhao opened her eyes, and He'er, who was guarding beside her, jumped over happily.

"Aunt Hong, you are back."

"En." Hong Zhao nodded, rubbed He'er's head and said, "Let's go, find Si Ming."

Hong Zhao handed over the soul fragments obtained from Yan Li to Si Ming, "Do you still have something to hide from me?"

"Ah? No, no." Si Ming shook his head violently.

"Huh..." Hong Zhao's face was cold, and Siming's little heart trembled.

As expected of being brought up by a deity, his angry expression was exactly the same as that of a deity, Si Ming sighed inwardly.

"Let me ask you, what's the matter with my character in the mortal world?"

"Oh, that, I was about to tell you." Si Ming pretended to suddenly realize.

"It's like this, you can't suddenly change your personality in the mortal world, can you? Then the relatives and friends around the host who are familiar with the host can feel it?"

Hong Zhao knocked on the table, "Get to the point."

"Oh...so, I'll help you magnify the remaining mental influence in the host's body by ten times..."

Si Ming glanced at Hong Zhao, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"I was going to tell you, but didn't you remember that last time?"

"Besides, with your cold personality, it might not be easy to accompany the reincarnation of the god, right?"

Hong Zhao didn't want to listen to Si Ming's rambling, so he flicked his sleeves and left.

Si Ming looked at Hong Zhao who had disappeared and breathed a sigh of relief. This kid was getting harder and harder to deceive.

Back then, when Hong Zhao was still a little girl, Si Ming was always fooling her around.

Hong Zhao was still cute when he was a child, Si Ming sighed.

(End of this chapter)