Quick Time Travel: My 72 Girlfriend

Suppressing the doubt in his heart, Feng Mingchuan slowly opened the book.

The few lines of text that caught his eye made him unable to hold the book in his hand that was as light as a cicada's wing.

"Crack", the book fell into a pile of books.

The samurai standing on the side looked up puzzled, only to see that the general, who had always shown no signs of fear before Mount Tai collapsed, turned pale and muttered something.

"Cang Yushuo..."

Cangyu Shuoxi, born in the first year of Ping, the second daughter of Cangyu's patriarch, was the most outstanding spiritual master during the reign of King Ping, and was favored by the royal family at that time.

"During the Pingyuan period... the spirit master... the spirit master..."

Looking at the dazzling words on it, Feng Mingchuan was almost lost his soul. In the first year of Pingyuan, it was a full 820 years from the current era, that is to say, Cang Yushuoxi, she lived for more than 800 years.

How can it be? !

"How is it possible... Impossible..."

Flipping through the notes left by the ancestors of Qianmo's family page by page, Qian Moyang's heart became more and more heavy, slowly reading the words that were whispering like drinking blood, Qian Moyang read out slowly in a low voice, "Yu Xinyue worked with Shuoxi for three years. During this period, he was hired several times. All of them were blocked by Bei Teng's rule. The latter two clans turned against each other. They had no choice but to use secret methods to imprison him as a Shiki god of the Qianmo family to accumulate spiritual power for future generations..."

Xinyue Cang Yu Shuoxi for three years?

Feng Mingchuan stared wide-eyed, looking at the secrets written in the book, Qianmo Zhiyu, who was the head of the Qianmo Patriarch at the time, had been in love with Cangyu Shuoxi for three years!Now recalling the scene when he first met Cang Yushuoxi, Qian Moyang seemed to be in love with her too. It's an anecdote that ancestors and descendants fell in love with the same person.

"Tsk tsk, I have long heard that there are many strange people in Qianmo's family. Now that I look at it, the word weirdo really praises them."

Closing the book, Feng Mingchuan looked mockingly at the beautiful woman on the title page, and raised the corners of his mouth to smile, "Although the beauty is misleading, but if you get this beauty, you are not a hero, not to mention that the beauty has special skills, no wonder The group of lunatics from Qianmo's family are flocking to them."

Qian Moyang closed the notes of Qian Mo Zhiyu in his hand with a gloomy expression, looked at the pile of books in front of him in despair, and the two little demons beside him who had been persuading her to rest, seeing her first ecstatic and sad, thought Cang Yu Shuoxi will live with them in this soul form from now on, it's normal to be so strange, the little butterfly cried out with a whimper, rushed forward and grabbed Qian Moyang's sleeve, snotting her nose Tears asked her, "Is it because Sister Shuoxi can't condense her physical body anymore?"

Qian Moyang didn't answer, but Zhao Qi stepped forward to hold her back, and said puzzled, "Sister Shuoxi can still live with us even if she can't condense her physical body. Why are you crying?"

"What do you know, you cat demon in a rigid form? You don't know that the soul is the most fragile. Sister Shuoxi has survived with this spirit body until now, and she is already weak. If she didn't have a physical body, she would die soon. Not in this world anymore! Woooooooo..."

Zhao Qi was still puzzled, trying to pull her up from Qian Moyang with all his strength, and said, "Sister Shuoxi has been relying on this spirit body for so many years, how could she disappear immediately? Talking nonsense."

If she simply used her spirit body to fight against time, then of course she would not disappear immediately, but what if she not only had to deal with the devouring of spiritual power by time, but also had to supply the spiritual power of the Qianmo family members?

Little Butterfly also vaguely knew something, but she was a little demon, and she didn't dare to say anything, but she cried even more miserably, holding Qian Moyang tightly while crying, "Brother Qianmo, think about it quickly!" Way, Sister Shuoxi is going to disappear, she is going to disappear!"

Qian Moyang slowly closed her eyes, her voice hoarse, "Your sister Shuoxi will not disappear, no, yes."

The wind and snow kept beating on the window paper, Xiao Ji knelt on the couch, holding the Hu Xian and strumming at random but couldn't play half a note, staring blankly into the distance, her thoughts wandering.

It has been half a month since Wang found her spirit master for her, and it has been half a month since Bei Teng Qizhi disappeared, and it has been half a month since Qian Moyang, who he recognized at that time, has not seen.

The flamboyant and blooming cherry trees in the Imperial Palace had already withered and died. Just overnight, before the spring breeze smelled the fragrance of the flowers, the flowers were stained with twilight and left in a hurry. Pieces of cherry blossom petals fell down, which was the rain of cherry blossoms. , It's also like tears from people.

She knew the news when she got up in the morning to make up, and when the servants in the palace rushed to tell each other to celebrate, she wept silently, and the tears blurred her new makeup without knowing it.

A gentleman dies his confidant, and a warrior sacrifices his blood.

She didn't know what the dead Kitaji Chiji thought, she only knew that she had been alone since she entered the palace at the age of 14, and now even the cherry tree that accompanied her had left.

She has become a person again.

Loneliness is a kind of medicine, both bitter and sweet. After a long time, you will be addicted. After the bamboo tube of the years has absorbed the medicine juice, there will be leftover dregs of the medicine, which are bitter and choked in the throat and cannot be swallowed. The addiction will slowly disappear, and loneliness will gradually become dispensable.

The wind blew the panes and rattled, but there were strands of clear music in the whistling of the wind.

It's Hu Xian.

Realizing something, Xiao Ji raised her eyebrows, stood up in surprise, and opened the door. The wind and snow outside became stronger and more urgent, but there was a person standing beside the snow-covered bamboo forest, wearing black clothes and a black crown, slightly Leaning on a dead bamboo, plucking the strings in her hands, her eyes are far away, through the snowflakes flying in front of her eyes, she uses the music in her hand to trace the picture scroll in her heart.

"Today's weather is not very good."

Hearing the sound of pulling the door, Qian Moyang stopped playing, turned around, and smiled slightly at her, the snowflakes were intertwined and fluttering, but they couldn't touch her at all, she stood there, free from the mortal world.

"...My lord is here today, what is the matter?"

Xiao Ji supported the door and looked at her slightly hesitantly, "Today's weather is so bad."

"I heard that the cherry blossom trees in the Imperial Palace are dead." Qian Mo looked at her steadfastly, his eyes locked on her slightly flustered face, and said calmly.

"Yes, after all, the weather has been so bad these past few months."

They stopped talking.

Qian Moyang frantically plucked the strings in her hand, listening to the chaotic sound, she thought of Cang Yusaku who was so weak that she could only hide in the shrine, her spiritual power that had grown to the extreme now, and her frowning all day long The restless two little demons thought of the souvenir her father sent to her yesterday.

The Qianmo family is exhausted.

In Xiao Ji's heart, there were four points of joy, three points of nervousness, two points of disbelief and one point of shyness.

Mr. Guanghua is praised by the world not only because of his peerless appearance, but also because he meets all the conditions for a young woman in the world to choose a mate: talented, family background, gentle and affectionate.

Biting her lower lip lightly, Xiao Ji tightened her hand on the door frame, brought up all the courage gathered in her body, and reluctantly asked Qian Moyang, "My lord, do you want to come in to take shelter from the wind and snow? The weather is really bad. The weather makes it easy to catch wind and cold."

As soon as the music stopped, Qian Mo raised her head, her white hands trembled, her face was blurred by the wind and snow, for a long time, just before the string in Xiao Ji's heart was about to break, she vaguely saw her nodded slightly .

When the cherry blossoms bloom, it is the moment of parting. When it fails, everyone starts a new encounter, which is the beginning of a new story.

It was windy outside, and it was snowing too much.

Feng Mingchuan summoned his servants to add a few pieces of charcoal, and added a robe himself, staring at the flames jumping in the brazier, holding the book in his arms in a trance.

The beauty in the book is even more dazzling under the light of the fire, with a pair of affectionate eyes shining brightly, as if she is silently telling people her unspeakable thoughts.

Cang Yu Shuo Xi.

Gently stroking the beauty's face on the book again, Feng Mingchuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and called out the beauty's name twice in a low voice.

"I have been lied to by Qianmo's family for so many years, I don't know what kind of expression you will have when you know the truth." Imagining the anger that the beauty might have, Feng Mingchuan was inexplicably excited, as if on the eve of going to the battlefield, the blood in his whole body was boiling Get up, can't wait for a moment.

"Come on!"

Standing up suddenly, Feng Mingchuan was full of joy, summoned a samurai, and told him, "Go and prepare the chariots and horses, we will visit Mr. Qianmo."

"But my lord, the people in the imperial residence secretly spread the word that the young master of Qianmo's family is still telling the anecdote about exorcising the spirit to the king in the imperial residence. Besides, it's snowing heavily outside. It's probably inappropriate to go out at this time. Bar."

"Oh? The king summoned Qian Moyang to the imperial residence again? This is the second time this month."

"Don't worry, son, what the king values ​​most is your martial arts, son. The white-faced son of Qianmo's family can only use tricks like ghosts and gods to gain favor."

"laugh--"

Feng Mingchuan laughed mockingly, looked at the inexplicable expression of the samurai loyal to him, and teased, "Ghosts and gods? I think it's just appearance."

"Young master means..."

The warrior was quite surprised when he heard it at first, but after thinking about the appearance of Qian Moyang he had seen that day, he didn't think what his son said was reasonable.It's just a good son of a big family, it would be a pity if he became a paternity servant.

"Then Mr. Guanghua is backed by Qianmo's family. No matter how close the king is to beauty, he won't be looking for Mr. Qianmo."

"What do you care so much about other people's affairs. It's not your son, I'm going to be a servant. Okay, hurry up and prepare the chariots and horses. Let's go there quickly while the snow is blowing."

The samurai was a little confused, thinking about the safety of his master, and cautiously said, "Young master, if Mr. Qianmo is not here, should we go there? Why do we go there when the wind and snow are heavy?"

Hearing this, Feng Mingchuan smiled mysteriously, carefully put the book in his hand in his arms, shook his sleeves, and smiled, "You don't know, some things are not easy to do at home, and some things just need to be done at home." Do you do it in the dark when you can't see anyone?"

Since he couldn't wait for the night to come, it was the same if he just took advantage of the heavy snow to go there.

Is this the reason, Qian Moyang?