Abandoned daughter reborn, legitimate son is resourceful

A thick fog suddenly appeared in front of Chu Xiaoran's eyes, sweeping towards him like rolling white waves.

When the white fog gradually dissipated, he was surprised to find himself in a strange place.

There was flames of war and smoke everywhere. Looking around, you could see two armies fighting fiercely.

The shouts and sounds of weapons clashing resounded through the sky, making people feel as if they were in the midst of an extremely brutal battle.

At this time, Chu Xiaoran was standing in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by fighting soldiers.

He looked around in confusion, not knowing why he came to this place.

Just then, the fighting died down and both sides began to clean up the mess.

Suddenly, Chu Xiaoran saw a group of people escorting a prisoner towards him.

As he got closer, an indescribable feeling of tension surged in his heart.

Finally, when the distance was close enough to see the other person's face clearly, he widened his eyes in shock - the captured person turned out to be Wu Ma Xie!

Before I had time to think about it, the scene in front of me suddenly changed, as if time accelerated at this moment.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Xiaoran watched Wu Ma Xie being escorted into Murong Beitang's tent.

Chu Xiaoran felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. A sharp pain came over him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The face that was originally as gentle as jade and handsome now turned extremely pale and bloodless.

He bit his lips tightly, trying hard not to make any sound, but the tears in his eyes had already rolled down uncontrollably.

Wu Ma Xie in front of him had a good appearance, a face like a peach, and was charming and graceful. He gazed at Murong Beitang lovingly and whispered softly:

"General Murong, I am willing to sacrifice my life in exchange for the peace of the people in Southern Xinjiang. The imperial sisters are still young and ignorant, please show mercy and let them live."

Murong Beitang seldom came into contact with men on a daily basis. When she saw Wu Ma Xie for the first time, she could not help but be attracted by his stunning appearance and could not take her eyes off him for a long time.

Wu Ma Xie had eyebrows as dark as distant ink, eyes like autumn water, lips that were naturally red, skin as white as cream, and long, shiny black hair fluttering in the wind, which made him look even more graceful, as if he were a fairy from heaven.

Coupled with his gentle and melodious voice, it makes people's heart beat faster.

Chu Xiaoran watched Murong Beitang and Wu Maxie fall in love with each other in front of him.

Finally, the scene in front of Chu Xiaoran suddenly changed.

After the surrender of Southern Xinjiang, Murong Beitang returned to the capital with Wu Ma Xie, returning to the prosperous and bustling capital.

They walked side by side and entered the magnificent palace together.

In the magnificent palace, the young emperor Zhuge Yanhuai sat on the dragon throne with a clear and firm gaze.

Murong Beitang and Wu Maxie knelt respectfully before the emperor and explained to the young monarch the real intention of Southern Xinjiang in sending the prince.

Zhuge Yanhuai listened attentively, his eyes sparkling with intelligence.

She understood the deep meaning behind this and expressed her admiration for Murong Beitang.

In front of all the civil and military officials, Murong Beitang asked Wu Ma Xie to be the general's husband.

Thus, Wu Ma Xie was able to stay with Murong Beitang with a legitimate reason.

From then on, the backyard of Murong Mansion was often filled with melodious music.

Wu Ma Xie would perform the unique dance of southern Xinjiang for Murong Beitang from time to time.

He has a strong posture and graceful movements, and every turn and every jump is full of power and beauty.

Murong Beitang admired it quietly, his eyes full of tenderness.

These beautiful moments were like bright stars embellishing their lives, but they deeply hurt Chu Xiaoran's eyes.

"I heard that you guys in Southern Xinjiang like to raise poisonous insects. Is that true?"

"Does Beitang think it's true or false?"

"real."

The moment Wu Ma Xie put the disgusting poisonous insect into the wine glass, Chu Xiaoran became extremely anxious. He wished he could fly out immediately to stop this horrible scene from happening!

"No!"

With a scream, Chu Xiaoran woke up from his sleep and sat up straight as if he had been electrocuted.

He looked around with wide eyes, finally realizing that everything he had just experienced was just a terrifying nightmare.

Nan Jinming, who was standing by, was also awakened by Chu Xiaoran's shout. She sat up quickly and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare again?"

Chu Xiaoran was still gasping for breath, his hair was disheveled, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his face was as pale as paper. It was obvious that he had not yet fully recovered from the fear.

Nan Jinming reached out and gently stroked Chu Xiaoran's back, trying to calm him down.

Feeling Nan Jinming's warm touch and concerned eyes, Chu Xiaoran's heartbeat gradually slowed down, but deep in his heart, he still felt the fear and uneasiness of that nightmare.