Quick Time Travel: My 72 Girlfriend

Heavy snow like goose feathers fell for several days in a row, and more and more snow accumulated on the road. The snow was so deep that a ten-year-old child could be buried in it without seeing the top of his head.

The whole world is as clean as silver-coated glass.

The same room, the same people, and the same weather outside.

After making a pot of tea, Xiao Ji slowly poured the clear green tea into the earcup, watching the rising white smoke, she was fascinated.

"Recently, Wang mentioned that some strange things happened to Qianmo's family, and it's almost the end of the day...Are you going back?"

The man she questioned stood in front of the pane with arms folded and said nothing.

Xiao Ji felt discouraged for a while, but she couldn't help but said, "I heard that everyone in your family who knows spiritual skills has a strange disease, you, you have to be careful."

Women who are intoxicated in the dreams they weave are always stupid, such as the woman who appeared in front of her now, or herself.

Qian Moyang still just looked at the white snow outside and didn't say a word to her. After a while, she turned around and said calmly, "I should go back."

"It's still early, and the soldiers guarding the gate should not have changed their guards. The snow outside is so heavy, and the weather is too bad. You..."

There are many reasons for wanting to drive someone away, but few reasons for keeping someone. She searched her brains to think of reasons to keep the person in front of her. In the end, she was defeated by the indifferent eyes, extremely helpless.

"...you go."

Qian Moyang glanced at her, turned around and left without hesitation.

Flying snow drifted in through the window panes, and the melancholy sound of humming strings hovered over the Qing Palace, mournfully like the lamentation of a flock of wild geese.

Not every encounter will have a good result in the end.

Pushing open the door of her own house with ease, she saw Cang Yushuoxi floating above the courtyard at a glance.

Her body was floating in the air, and her waist-length black hair was stained with white snow that kept falling. At first glance, she looked like she had turned white.

She looked at her condescendingly, "A letter has been sent from Qianmo's family again."

"Oh."

Qian Moyang didn't take it seriously, and responded lightly, and went straight to the shrine.

"Your father asked if you still want to take over the position of Patriarch Qianmo."

Hearing this, Qian Moyang froze, turned around and looked at her with a half-smile, "Then you ask him, is Cang Yushuoxi still our family's shikigami?"

Cang Yushuoxi slowly raised his head to look at her, pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, before he said softly, "Just now a warrior came to announce the good news, saying that your father has a son."

"Oh?" Qian Moyang understood, and sneered, "He wants someone to protect his honor, and at the same time wants to pass on the position of Patriarch to his real son. He can really think of such a good thing." After a pause, she glanced at Cang Yushuoxi, and said, "Since he chose to give this seat to me at the beginning, don't ever try to take it back from me!"

Seeing the sultry look on her face, Cang Yushuoxi still looked calm, remembering the rumors that Xiaodie and the others heard when they went out to play, and said to her speciously, "You'd better not go to the Imperial Palace these few days, you'd better not go out. It is also best to reduce the number of times."

Qian Moyang didn't take it seriously, waved his hand, and sighed, "Don't say these words in the future, you know, I won't listen."

As she spoke, she walked slowly towards the shrine step by step.

The snowflakes kept falling, Cang Yushuoxi stretched out her hand, and the snowflakes stayed firmly in her palm, and then gradually melted, silently staring at the crystal snowflakes, Cang Yushuoxi's eyes became darker and darker.

These days, her body would materialize from time to time without waiting until Shuo Ri, and now she has been in this half-solid and half-empty state, and she still looks like this for several days.

It is a good thing for a soul to have a body, but for her, such a good thing is a curse.

Lying comfortably on the couch, Feng Mingchuan casually asked the confidant warrior who was standing next to him, "Are you sure that Patriarch Qianmo intends to change his son?"

"It's absolutely true. I heard from our people in the imperial residence that the letter of homage delivered by the head of the Qianmo family to the king was sent over quickly. The letter said clearly that because the eldest son was immoral, the ancestors were furious and punished others. The people of the clan, let their Qianmo family lose many children within a few days, in order to appease the anger of the ancestors, they specially asked the king to issue an imperial edict to replace the son with his newborn son."

Feng Mingchuan smiled when he heard it. He also heard it when he was leading the army abroad. If the side wives in various courtyards get together to talk in twos and threes, they will probably make a noise to death. Qianmo's family is so weak, I really don't know how the Qianmo Patriarch can bear it.

However, there is no benefit in excessive indulgence, as can be seen from the fact that he has only had one son, Qian Moyang, for so many years.It's just that flowers will be red for a hundred days, this sentence is actually used by Qian Moyang and his son, if you have a young son, you don't need an older son or something.

"Tsk, this Patriarch Qianmo is really nothing, and he actually put all the responsibility on his own son." Feng Mingchuan was laughing in his heart, but his face showed a look of pity, he smiled, shook his head and said to Bushido below. , "What about the king, did you agree to his request?"

"The king didn't say anything at that time, he just answered the sentence casually and then discussed it. He just heard from the attendants on duty at that time that Wang's complexion was not very good-looking."

Tsk tsk tsk, Qian Moyang's face is really useful, not only can he harm women, even the king is fascinated by him, he really has the ability.

Feng Mingchuan laughed mockingly, "I'm afraid, before Qian Moyang's appearance faded, it would not be so easy for the Patriarch Qianmo to change his son."

Hearing what he said, the samurai suddenly remembered the rumors he heard when he came back from the imperial residence, stepped forward cautiously, looked around, and said in a low voice, "My lord, I heard that Mr. Qianmo is often called by the king. Entering the Imperial Palace..."

"Heh, he is in the prime of his favor now, what's the point of being called often."

"That's not the reason." The samurai took another step forward and said close to Feng Mingchuan's ear, "I heard from a young servant that he once saw Mr. Qianmo come out of Xiao Ji's Qing palace, and the hair in the back of his head The bun was also a bit messy. I only went out from the palace gate early in the morning. At that time, the villain thought that the time when the king summoned Mr. Qianmo to enter the imperial residence was recorded by officials as five hours, but it was difficult to guarantee that the king would have political affairs. What's more, after staying in the imperial residence for so long, if you accidentally stay late, and the king didn't provide Mr. Qianmo with a house, then Mr. Qianmo, where does he live?"

"what do you mean……"

"My lord, our dynasty has laws. It doesn't matter whether it's your lord or a royal relative, you have to have an affair with your concubine..." The samurai looked at Feng Mingchuan's face with a chopping gesture, and said no more. up.

"Interesting, interesting." Hearing this, Feng Mingchuan couldn't help laughing, with a cold light in his eyes, he sat up straight and told Bushido, "Go down, tell my father and the old man about this, and then send someone to me Keep an eye on Qian Moyang's house and Xiao Ji's Qing Palace, and notify me immediately if there is any disturbance! In addition, quietly reveal this news to Qian Moyang's father, remember, don't expose our tracks!"

"Yes!"

The samurai got the order and retreated holding the knife. Feng Mingchuan looked at the snow falling from the window, couldn't help touching his clean chin, and smiled with a chill in his eyes, "Well, Qian Moyang, this time , let me see where you are going."

The twilight has completely fallen, but the Qianmo House in Kyoto is completely dark.

Zhao Qi hugged his wool ball, his eyes fluttered wide, and he pulled the nervous little butterfly. The two stood side by side in front of the shrine to watch Qian Moyang's actions.

Cang Yushuoxi floated in front of the statue, a layer of transparent enchantment completely surrounded her, exposing her white face almost like a ceramic doll.She closed her eyes tightly and fell asleep in this layer of enchantment.

Qian Moyang also stood in front of the statue, a distance away from Cang Yushuoxi, holding a dagger in his right hand that was so sharp that it could cut off pieces of iron. The clear water in the small wooden basin reflected her dignified face clearly.

Incense was lit in the shrine, and the flames flickered and burned to ashes piece by piece.

Zhao Qi's emerald green eyes looked at the incense for a while, and Qian Moyang for a while, and finally, seeing the incense burning to the place where the scale was heavily marked, he remembered Qian Moyang's order before, and hurriedly shouted, "Brother Qianmo ,Time is up!"

Hearing this, Qian Moyang's face became even heavier, but without hesitation, he slashed across his left wrist with the dagger of his right hand. The moment the bright red blood flowed out, dipped his right index finger into the blood in the clear water Drawing a spell, stroke by stroke, the originally clear water became hotter and hotter with her strokes. When Qian Moyang finished the last stroke, the water actually glowed like the sun in summer. There was a strong bloody red light, and the whole basin of clear water was constantly swirling in the wooden basin, but when one looked closely, it seemed like human blood was constantly flowing in the dark.

Qian Moyang didn't dare to be careless, and waved her right hand forward, and the clear water immediately turned into blood-colored training belts winding in the air following her movements.

"Change!"

Qian Moyang's face was pale, and he was chanting incantations in a low voice, but his hands kept directing the bloody water to approach Cang Yushuoxi.

One drop of blood touched the barrier, two drops, three drops... When the bloody training belt completely touched the transparent barrier, it seemed to have its own consciousness, rushing towards Cang Yushuoxi, The moment it touched her skin, everything poured into her body.

More than half of the incense lit in front of the shrine burned, and Qian Moyang's face became paler and paler. Standing behind her, Xiaodie could clearly see her trembling body, and suddenly raised her heart, fearing that she would support her. Can't stop falling down.

Finally, the last drop of that blood melted into Cang Yushuoxi's body, her face gradually turned red, and when the incense in the incense burner dropped the last bit of incense ash, the barrier covering her also disappeared. , she slowly fell on the couch.

"Great, Brother Qianmo, we succeeded!"

Little Butterfly was the first to shout impatiently, and was about to run up and grab Qian Moyang's sleeve while jumping.

"It was successful."

Qian Moyang smiled gratifiedly, but her eyes became darker and darker, and her consciousness became blurred. The moment Xiaodie grabbed her sleeve, she couldn't hold back anymore and fell down.