The cannon fodder of quick travel is dying again

Chapter 222 Freedom Like the Wind
After the ceremony, Xiaocao begged Shen Guo to play with her.

Xiaocao seems to have a special sense of joy for the lake.

As winter approaches, I must go to the lake.

So they came to Lingcheng again.

The two of us by the lake didn't care about other people's eyes at all, but Zhu Yin's eyes fell elsewhere.

She stood in the cold wind.

At some point, a man in red was lazily leaning against the head of the bridge with a sword in his hand, his randomly tied black hair fluttering in the wind, and a faint smile hung on his face.

He said, "Princess Zhaoyin, please stay safe."

Zhu Yin smiled: "Long time no see, Lanfeng."

On the day when she went to see Wu Jiu in the prison, although she failed to rescue Lan Feng.

But later he relented.

She let the wind go free.

Although Lanfeng doesn't need her help, after all, the world is so big and there is nothing in this world that can trap him.

I didn't expect to meet each other in Lingcheng after three years of separation.

He smells of freedom.

He held her hand smoothly. The hand wrapped in gauze had no warmth, and the fingers were rough but clean.

"Tired?"

Zhu Yin raised her eyes and looked at him with a confused expression.

For a moment, the black hair in the shawl fluttered.

Shen Guo's eyes finally fell on her.

Zhu Yin took out his hand and asked without answering, "Who asked you to come?"

The man smiled: "Entrusted by Jiang Yue."

Zhu Yin looked back in the direction of Shen Guo, and she knew he was looking at her.

But she's leaving.

Lanfeng hugged her waist tightly, and the fierce wind tangled their dark hair together.

He flew onto the boat and stabilized Zhu Yin.

Zhu Yin held his hand and the ship swayed twice.

The boat traveled all the way to the outside of Lingcheng.

She seemed to hear the cheers of her comrades in arms.

When she was about to reach the shore, she heard Lanfeng say: "Zhaoyin, would you like to come with me?"

"You and I travel together, traveling thousands of miles across mountains and rivers. From now on, we are free from restraints and live a free and unrestrained life." Lan Feng smiled.

The phoenix eyes are narrow and long, and the corners of the eyes fly sideways, and the writing is full of romance.

Even if he couldn't see it, Zhu Yin knew his posture and expression.

His casual and carefree temperament moved her.

Listening to his words, Zhu Yin felt a little shaken.

Freedom has always been the life she yearned for.

She wants to be like the wind.

but.

She turned around, and the cheers of her comrades continued to reach her ears along the wind. Fan Yi, Zhao Yu, Si Nanyue, Jing Xiaoxiao, and Ah Rong were all her friends.

She couldn't let go.

She was bound and was no longer free.

Lanfeng's eyes fell on her face, and he understood in his heart. He smiled and said, "As long as your heart is free, you are free no matter where you are."

"Zhaoyin, may you be as free as the wind and come and go in vain."

Zhaoyin also laughed, his eyes as bright as the stars and the moon.

This was the first time she smiled sincerely since she couldn't see it.

Ye Wushuang looked at it from a distance and felt it was extremely dazzling.

But there was nothing he could do.

If Zhu Yin knew that Ye Wushuang was coming, he might also follow Lanfeng.

It's a pity that she found it too late.

When Ye Wushuang came over, all the cheers stopped abruptly, but Ye Wushuang didn't care much.

He gently caressed her face: "Ayin, long time no see, you have lost some weight."

Zhu Yin didn't reply to him.

He walked back to his tent following his memory.

Familiarly, she filled a basin of water and took off the gauze in her hand.

The white gauze wrapped around her hands has turned yellow.

When she took it off, Ye Wushuang saw the scars crisscrossing her hands, as well as the calluses worn out from holding the sword all the time.

She no longer looks as delicate and fair as before.

Ye Wushuang reached out and held it sadly: "Ayin, don't torture yourself anymore, and don't torture me anymore."

There was no luster in her eyes, but she looked compassionate: "Wushuang, you have done so many things, do you have anything to explain?"

"explain?"

Ye Wushuang was a little confused.

"Would you like to hear it?"

Zhu Yin smiled and did not answer.

Ye Wushuang never told anyone about his life experience and past.

(End of this chapter)