comeback [rebirth]

Everything came to light.

Cui Yuer—fake Biling.

She was originally from Shuyang. When the plague broke out, she fled to Huachu with the townspeople and was taken in by Qingbaolou.Later, she met the young master of the Qu family. She originally planned an ordinary life, but it was accidentally broken, and she was sent to Chang'an immediately, taking Biling's name and identity.

As for whether she is voluntary or forced, it is not difficult to guess-for a woman who is willing to give up her long-term stable life just to be with her beloved, coercion with love and approval is the most effective scheme.

In Cen Yuan's last life, she poisoned Jiang Zhaoyi's food, and finally ended her life with a white silk.In this life, she was stopped outside Jin'an Palace, and although she was sent into the palace later, she didn't get a chance to do anything.

Before Cen Yuan and the others left Chang'an, they ordered Fu Jianxin to keep an eye on her while checking her, so as not to be thrown "chess".According to Lou Yuanbai's news, before he led the Ning army out of Chang'an, someone really intended to attack Cui Yu'er, and Fu Jianxin caught him.

Afterwards, Cui Yu'er was secretly taken out of the palace, and at this time was placed in a residential house in the suburbs of Beijing.

It's just that everything has not been completely settled yet, and Cen Yuan can't guarantee or even reveal anything to the other party for the time being, and can only say in the end: "It will definitely be possible."

Young Master Qu snapped back from his memory and looked at Cen Yuan in a daze.

The latter looked at Yan Xuan's direction intently for a moment before turning out the window.

"The dark clouds in the sky will clear sooner or later, and the sunshine will eventually shine on every survivor in Daning." Cen Yuan read, "I believe that one day, all people will be able to return to their hometown."

Whether it is Brother Qing who escaped from death, or Cui Yuer who is still far away in Chang'an, or soldiers on the island, soldiers in the camp, or countless travelers who cannot return home.

When the sea breeze blows away the clouds and the sky recasts the sky, the return date will also come as scheduled, paving the way for the wandering people to go home.

The dead can still return when they are reborn, and the lucky ones must return if they survive.

Above Jiangnan, the sky that had been dark for an afternoon finally gradually regained its brightness. The sun hung far above the mountains, and the setting sun came out through the clouds, sweeping away the filth and illuminating the entire land.

Young Master Qu was bathed in the setting sun shining into the wing room, ignored the other party's obstruction, insisted on dragging his injured leg and knelt down towards Cen Yuan, prostrating heavily on the ground, word by word, resoundingly:

"Grassman Qu Ping, thank you for your good words."

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By the time Cen Yuan and the others returned to the inn and lay down on the bed after washing, it was already past midnight.

Originally, Jiang Yuanming suggested that they should simply live in Jiang’s house, where they could be taken care of and live more comfortably, but Cen Yuan and the others felt that it would be too troublesome to tidy up the room separately, and they were also worried that if someone came to talk to them, it would disturb the family members Rest, and finally chose to stay in the original inn.

The wooden bed in the inn is really not comfortable, but it’s just that he spent a lot of energy going up and down the mountain within one day, and Cen Yuan almost fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

But in the end, he stayed awake a little bit, waiting for Yan Xuan to wash up, laying down on the bed with the hot steam from the bath and the fragrance of acacia, then threw the quilt in his arms aside, and looked at the person without opening his eyes. In the direction of her, she leaned over and hugged her.

The candlesticks in the room should have been extinguished, and Cen Yuan could feel the darkness of the surrounding environment, and felt the powerful heartbeat in his ears almost occupying his five senses.

He murmured: "Tonight may be a sleepless night for many people."

Yan Xuan took the quilt and covered the two of them, wrapped them tightly, and pressed a kiss on Cen Yuan's forehead.

"Go to sleep," he said, "I have to get up early tomorrow."

Cen Yuan vaguely let out an "um" from deep in his throat, but slightly raised his eyelids, and directly found the other's lips and kissed them.

Until this moment, the uneasiness and fear that had accumulated in his heart for a whole day finally eased slightly.

How could Yan Xuan not understand Cen Yuan's mood at this time, and how could he not feel the trembling of the body in his arms due to fear, he sighed silently, and then hugged him tightly, kissing all those venting kisses. Caught it.

He rubbed the back of Cen Yuan's head with one hand, and gently comforted him with the same movements as before. He put his warm palm on his neck, and told him again with his body temperature: I'm fine.

While breathing, I heard Cen Yuan calling him softly: "Yan Xuan."

"Ok?"

Cen Yuan half-closed his eyes, pressed his forehead against Yan Xuan, and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you know what I thought about the most when I was outside today?"

Yan Xuan wiped his lips lightly with the pulp of her thumb, but did not make a sound.

Cen Yuan took advantage of the opportunity to kiss his finger, and said, "Every step I take, I'm thinking... I'm so tired, I really want to go home."

At this time, Qing Jiang had already fallen into a deep sleep, and the only sound that could be heard through the inn window was the sound of the beaters walking.

And even the simple sound of footsteps is softer than the same sound at night in Chang'an at this moment, as if the moonlight is walking lightly in the streets and alleys.

Yan Xuan shook her head slightly, rubbing the tip of her nose against the other's nose.

Cen Yuan laughed silently, and continued: "It's not about Chang'an, nor is it necessarily about the mansion that a certain rich man bought in Danlin."

Yan Xuan's hand that was kneading the back of his neck tightened suddenly, as if it was a silent punishment for his words.

Cen Yuan flinched, laughing and dodging the opponent's hand, then leaned forward and bit Yan Xuan's chin with his sharp teeth.

Relying on his experience, he retaliated and poked Yan Xuan at several sensitive places on his body, until Yan Xuan suddenly grabbed both of his wrists, turned over and pressed him under him.

Immediately, the wooden bed made a "creaking" sound, and it took a while to gradually fall down, leaving only the sound of breathing between each other's lips and teeth.

Both were gasping for breath, staring at each other in silence.

The already piercing chill of the early winter in the south of the Yangtze River invaded the air, and the thick quilt created a gap between each other's playfulness.The pocket warming furnace in the inn tried its best, but it could only deliver negligible heat.

However, at this moment, both of them felt that the surroundings seemed to be hot, as if they had entered the scorching summer.

After a while, Cen Yuan couldn't help swallowing, raised his head and kissed Yan Xuan on the lips again, and then picked up the topic that he didn't know where he had left it for a long time.

"Yan Xuan." He said, "I've been thinking about it, I really want to go home, I want to go back to the home with you."

Whether it is on the pier or deck where the rain is coming, or wandering around after the storm, whether Yan Xuan is by his side or not, he is thinking about going back to the home with Yan Xuan all the time.

Whether it is Shengjing Chang'an, or Jiangnan water town.There is no need to pay attention to whether it is comfortable and spacious, or whether you can see the light rain apricot blossoms in early spring.In the past, his longing for future life could be put aside, and all his demands seemed insignificant in front of Yan Xuan.

As long as Yan Xuan can be healthy and safe in this life.

So as long as it is where Yan Xuan is, that is his hometown.

Yan Xuan leaned down, without any unnecessary movements, just kissed his ear tirelessly, and whispered: "It's almost over."

Cen Yuan buried his whole face in the other party's neck and rubbed against it, shaking his head, then he said, "It's okay, I'm already here."

Yan Xuan tilted his head slightly, as if he wanted to express doubts, but Cen Yuan kept holding him tightly and didn't let go, so he could only cover him firmly.

The fear left in his heart caused Cen Yuan to use all his strength to hug Yan Xuan. He stroked Yan Xuan's back, brushed the scars remaining over the years with his fingertips, and then stroked Yan Xuan's shoulder blades, touching the back of his heart. .

The talisman that had lasted for three or four years had survived another difficulty for Yan Xuan today, and it had been split in two, losing its due effect.

Cen Yuan relaxed the strength in his hands a little, was able to meet Yan Xuan's eyes, and said, "I'll carve you a 'Ping An' jade pendant later."

"It's all up to you." Yan Xuan stroked the hair sticking to his face to the sides, and reminded: "Don't fight too hard."

The fact that Cen Yuan tossed his hands until they were covered with blisters in order to carve a jade pendant and rent a boat last time still left him with lingering fears. He was really afraid that His Majesty would be desperate to give him some other "surprise" on a whim. "Come.

However, on the other side, Cen Yuan really had a general idea—he thought, this time it was because Yan Xuan happened to put the jade pendant in the front of his chest, and it happened that Zhao Yu stuck the dagger in the place where the jade pendant was. It was under the water that the water flow resisted part of the force of the dagger, so there was no worse result.

Under such dim light, even if Yan Xuan took off his middle clothes completely, it might be difficult to find the blood spot left by the tip of the dagger on his chest, but Cen Yuan raised his hand to stroke his chest, even Through the clothes, I still feel that the touch of the fingertips is like following the fingers and upper limbs, all the way into the softest part of my heart.

He jokingly said, "Why don't you make a suit for you this time, and wear it every day, but it might be a bit awkward when you hold it."

"..." Yan Xuan couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, grabbed his troubled hand, and said in a low voice: "That may not work."

The little general smiled like this, as if a spring breeze was blowing into the blazing heat around them, and it seemed that the moonlight dancing outside also quietly stopped, making the night darker and darker by contrast, and the quiet time was lengthened To the ultimate eternity.

Cen Yuan always felt that he should have gotten used to seeing the little general's various smiles, but at this moment, he still felt that he was a little greedy, and he still felt the purest heartbeat.

He asked, "What do you want?"

At that moment, he felt that no matter what the little general said, even if he went up the mountain and went to the sea again, even if he was asked to capture the time and moonlight, he would agree to it without hesitation, and then he would do his best to work hard for the little general.

But Yan Xuan's gentle gaze fell on his eyes quietly, and he only said, "Just give me a kiss."

There is no need for armor, nor is it necessarily a jade pendant.As long as the source is Cen Yuan, that's enough.

As long as you give him a motivation, he will be invincible.

Cen Yuan smiled embarrassingly: "Are you sure? You can't change it if you're sure."

Yan Xuan said "En", before he could say anything, Cen Yuan hooked his neck, raised his head and kissed him on the lips.

"This is for after dawn."

After finishing speaking, Cen Yuan kissed him on the lips again: "This is for tomorrow."

As if he wanted to hand over all the days and nights for the next day and night, Cen Yuan kissed Yan Xuan's lips again and again, sometimes it was just a flat peck, and sometimes he had an inexplicable but unsatisfactory titter.

Until Yan Xuan suddenly held his lips when he was leaving again, and calmly caught up with him again when he was laughing and dodging away, making these superficial touches connect into a deep and meaningful long kiss, Long enough to break through the shackles of years.

After a long time, they finally parted reluctantly, Cen Yuan asked with a smile, "Is that enough?"

But in a blink of an eye, he didn't even give a gap, so he answered by himself: "No, how could it be enough."

Yan Xuan frowned slightly, looked at him quietly, and heard him call: "Yan Xuan."

After calling out his first and last name, Cen Yuan originally wanted to directly answer "a lifetime", but a lifetime can be long or short, and is often out of the control of the world, which sounds even more illusory.

So he swallowed these three words back and replaced them with the simplest one: "Yan Xuan, we will have a very, very long time."

As long as the mountains and rivers reincarnate, the world will be transformed.

And Yan Xuan said to him: "I will walk with you."