Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2191

Shi Anxia was not born as quiet as an ancient well. She was once as romantic as fluttering butterflies and startling birds, and as gentle as walking in the spring rain without an umbrella.

It was in a certain life that Cen Yuan poured poisoned wine down her throat, and the warmth from the rim of the glass cup condensed into unmelting frost between her brows; it was in a certain life that when the city was broken, she jumped off the beacon tower with her blood-stained robe fluttering, and the ten thousand feet of wind tore her skirt into pieces, but planted determination into the bones of her reincarnation.

It was the blood and fire of generations that burned the crescent moon on the eyebrows, and betrayal that froze the cinnabar in the palms, that filled the remaining soul into the sword-making furnace, melted the innocence into cold iron, tempered the warmth into an icy edge, and forged a love-killing knife that would never be unsheathed.

From then on, the silk that is as soft as silk can be broken by twisting your fingers, and the steel that is tempered a hundred times

In a certain life, Shi Anxia's sword had pierced through Cen Yuan's true heart.

She is a female general guarding the border, and he is a hostage of the enemy country.

In the warm tent on a snowy night, she personally undid his shackles and said, "Come on, I'll escort you away. There's always a place for you to stay, no matter where you are."

There was a blaze of fire in his eyes, burning away half his life of loneliness and coldness.

But at dawn, she led the officers and soldiers to encircle and suppress them.

As the rain of arrows pierced his shoulder blades, she clutched the bright yellow imperial edict in her hand, which was three times colder and harder than the frozen soil at the border. "Your Majesty has ordered that the hostage who defected be executed and granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households."

He laughed heartily, vomiting blood, and broke the arrow shaft from his shoulder, throwing it at her. "General, this sword strikes harder than the wind and snow!"

The pool of blood reflected her back as she turned around. Her armor was not stained by dust, but her heart was aching slightly.

Later, on the day she was conferred the title, the golden seal fell to the ground, creating a deep pit.

Ghost cries could be heard every night in the mansion, and the maids always saw the general wiping his sword by candlelight.

The sword reflected not a cold light, but the afterimage of his clothes fluttering like a red kite with broken wings when he fell off the cliff.

It turns out that the cruelest furnace for refining the heart is the one that you ignite with your own hands, a fire of love fueled by love.

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The cause and effect of past lives are like a red kite, pecking through the heart and bones, carrying the still-warm blood of the previous life through the cycle of reincarnation.

He chased after the burning shadow in countless lifetimes, trying to piece together the broken mirror of reincarnation.

The netherworld and the azure sky all serve as paths to find her, the sun, moon, and stars all serve as lights to illuminate her path. I search the nine heavens and ten earths, just to fish out a wisp of her remaining soul from the ashes.

Is this madness just an ordinary love sin?

He burned all the purity and brightness of past lives, turning them into the oil of a crazy lamp, and refined all past lives into a pillar of sacrificial fire that burned against the will of heaven.

In this world, there is no love without reason, nor hatred without reason. All passions are watered by blood, and all sharp edges are forged from bones.

When she disappeared into the smoke of war, he chased her into the scorched earth; when she sank in the River of Forgetfulness, he drowned in the River Styx.

It turns out that the cruelest cause and effect is to transform yourself into the calamity monument in the other person's fate that can never be avoided!

Over the course of thousands of years, Cen Yuan finally became a love-sick person.

He would chase Shi Anxia wherever she went.

She married other men more than once.

In one life, when the aroma of wedding wine wafted through the streets, Cen Yuan stood under the eaves across the street and dug five bloody holes in his palms.

His joy was piercing, and his throat tasted irony when he laughed.

That night he got drunk in a deserted temple and carved her name on his wrist.

Every stroke of the knife tip filled half a jar of liquor. The pain was not even one ten-thousandth of the pain her red makeup burned in his eyes.

In her most recent life, she married Emperor Rongguang.

And he is General Weibei, who protects her all her life.

She became his iron wall, and he became her salvo of arrows.

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The carriage swayed slightly, and the shadows of the lights floated on the brocade curtains.

Cen Yuan's hand tightened around An Xia's slightly cold fingertips, "Xia'er, I'm sorry."

Shi Anxia grabbed his trembling knuckles with her backhand.

A ray of moonlight leaked in from outside the car, illuminating the dimples on her lips. "My dear, I once thrust a poisoned dagger into your spine."

We have settled the grudges of past lives.

Shi Anxia remembered something and took out a dagger from his sleeve and put it in Cen Yuan's hand, "I'll give it back to you."

That was the promise he made to her on the eve of their marriage in this life, "If I betray you, you will kill me with this dagger."

Now, it is no longer needed.