Even though I was dressed as an ugly woman, I was still forced to love by all kinds of big guys

Han Mingxiu asked Li Xinglan the same question again, but this time he asked by name.

"Xiaoxiao is making a fuss about leaving the palace and asking for freedom. My dear, what should we do?" Han Mingxiu was overwhelmed. Why did Xiaoxiao, who had always been gentle and considerate, refuse to stay by his side?

Yes, he did not let her see the world as he promised in Jiangnan, but wasn’t he stupid at that time?

Now that she is his beloved concubine, how could he let her leave the palace? How shameful!

Han Mingxiu was extremely anxious, but Li Xinglan didn't react much. He simply said honestly, "Of course, give her freedom."

This answer cleared up Yu Yan's confusion. Hadn't he previously been puzzled as to why Shang Shiyu had suddenly let Fu Yuan'er go?

The two brothers are really alike, both are two silly dogs.

Yu Yan scoffed inwardly. What freedom? Once she flew away, she wouldn't come back. The only one left to suffer would be herself.

No matter whether it is a person or an object, as long as you like it, you should keep it by your side, admire it day by day, play with it every night, and never think of leaving it in this life.

"I believe that love means that as long as she is happy, I am happy. As long as it is her choice, anything is fine..." She can do whatever she wants, and he will accept it no matter what the outcome is.

Yu Yan couldn't accept Li Xinglan's words, which were too humble, so she made herself look like this, neither human nor ghost.

He had completely forgotten that they were actually the same. When he lost his "Su Su", his condition was not much better than Li Xinglan's.

Han Mingxiu asked himself, and still couldn't do what Li Xinglan said. In the end, he could only call him embarrassedly and go to the small palace to talk to her.

"Call Jiang He, and have you spend more time chatting with Xiao Xiao, so that she won't be angry with me anymore. When I have time, I will take her out of the palace to escape the summer heat."

Jiang He now serves as a guard in the palace, so it is convenient to find him. Thinking that they haven't seen each other for a long time, Li Xinglan nodded and walked out slowly.

That thin figure looked as if it could be blown down by a gust of wind. Suddenly, Li Xinglan turned his head and looked at Yu Yan, "Just now, I blocked the Nine Thousand Year Old's carriage at the palace gate. Please don't blame me, Nine Thousand Year Old."

Yu Yan smiled wryly, "Of course."

You are as kind-hearted as ever, Li Xinglan.

Yu Yan also found an excuse to leave, and he strode towards his Su Kun residence.

Although he had built another palace outside, the Sukun Residence in the palace was still reserved for him. Most of the time, he was used to staying here.

Behind Sukun's residence, there is a large plantation. Passing through it, there is a tomb where "Lin Xuejian" is buried.

He had never set foot here since he buried her.

To be honest, he didn't have the courage to stand in front of her grave. Even if he mustered all his courage, he could only stand in front of her portrait, as if in this way he would not have completely lost her.

After sending everyone away, Yu Yan rolled up her long sleeves, revealing countless scars on her arms, including burns, knife wounds, and even scars on her wrists, densely packed together.

He looked at the tombstone that read "Tomb of my beloved wife Lin Xuejian", with unclear emotions rolling in his eyes. Finally, he confirmed it again.

Walking along the long eaves corridor, it seemed as if there was no end. The one who followed Li Xinglan into the palace today was Chuan Zhu, who had been standing outside the palace waiting for him.

Now he followed Li Xinglan silently, wanting to reach out to help him, but after hesitating for a long time, he finally put his hand down.

In recent years, the lively Chuanzhu no longer likes to laugh, has become much more calm, and even the way he looks at the world has become more compassionate.

He thought that people were too fragile. It was not that they were afraid of death, but they felt that death would be fine and all would be over. The most pitiful people were those who wanted to die but could not.

Holding on to an illusory obsession, living a life worse than death is too cruel.

Li Xinglan went to look for Jiang He first. He happened to be off duty today. The young man who had tied his black hair with a red rope back then has become more and more elegant.

He was wearing a dark Feiyu suit and strode towards Li Xinglan. The youthful vigor was evident, and even the ponytail tied high on the back of his head swayed in a lively arc with his steps.

"Gouzi! I was just saying I'd come see you when I have a day off in a few days!" Jiang He was still the same Jiang He. He casually embraced Li Xinglan and said with a "tsk!", "Look at you! You still don't want to eat properly, do you?! You've lost all your dignity!"

Only Jiang He looked at him normally, still treating him as the dog he used to be. Facing his nagging, Li Xinglan raised the corners of his lips.

"Let's go find Xiaoxiao! We'll supervise you eating today!" Jiang He held Li Xinglan's hand and walked in front. Li Xinglan smiled when she felt that he deliberately slowed down his pace.

Fu Yuan'er, who was standing on the corridor in the distance, saw him and smiled.

Was she seeing things right? Was that Li Xinglan? Was he smiling? Fu Yuan'er craned her head to see, but in the blink of an eye, they were gone from sight.

Although his cheekbones became more prominent when he smiled, his smile was gentle. For no reason, she felt a little sorry for him.

In fact, with everything he had, he could obviously live a good life, but he just couldn't cross the river of life. He could only drift in the wind and rain like a lonely boat.

If she had the chance, she really wanted to talk to him and help him resolve his worries, that would be great.

Since entering the palace, Xiaoxiao rarely saw Li Xinglan. She could see Jiang He occasionally, but it was always Han Mingxiu who called him to accompany her in order to please her.

Seeing Li Xinglan, Xiaoxiao's mood improved. Compared with before, her health was better. At least she didn't get out of breath after walking a few steps.

She was feeling better, but Li Xinglan was about to collapse.

She and Jiang Hezhen supervised him while he ate a lot of food. Li Xinglan also cooperated, eating slowly and smiling occasionally.

Although he could see, his eyes still looked hazy. Xiaoxiao advised him, "You should ask Second Father to cure your eyes completely. It's not a big deal if you can't see in the winter."

Li Xinglan smiled again and nodded.

Alas... this time it was Xiaoxiao and Jiang He who sighed at the same time. He was always like this, smiling and agreeing so as not to make people worry, but then turning around and doing the same thing as before, abusing himself.

After they all left, Xiaoxiao stood up and walked to the desk to continue copying the Samsara Sutra.

If there really is reincarnation, Su Su, please come back soon and save Li Xinglan's life.

On the first night back in the imperial city, there was a heavy rain in Jingyun City, accompanied by thunder, which disturbed Fu Yuan'er's sleep.

She held the talisman paper in her palm. Usually, there is a lot of yin energy during thunderstorms, so the lecher wouldn't appear, right?

Yu Yan, the "lecher" whom she had been guarding against so carefully, was now standing in the deep pit with a gloomy face, looking down at the open coffin at his feet.

It took him a long time to react. He threw down the shovel. The skin on his palms had already been scraped off, and he didn't care even though he was bleeding.

Although it wasn't made of the top-grade, century-old Zen incense wood, it was the best coffin he could afford at that time. Now it has been corroded by time and is empty inside.

There was a loud thunder, and Yu Yan laughed along with the thunder. As she laughed, tears mixed with the rain flowed down.

He sat in the mud pit, his hands supporting his forehead, crying and laughing, laughing and crying, all because of his cowardice, so all the pain and longing for so many years became a joke.

If Lin Xuejian is really Fu Yuaner, then she will never be able to escape from his clutches in this life.

Yu Yan stood up shakily again, climbed out of the cave, and walked towards the Goddess Palace. The empty palace made his back look a little scary.

With a "bang", the door of the Goddess Temple was opened, and Nannan and Miaomiao, who had been knocked unconscious, were standing next to it.

Fu Yuan'er also fell into a deep sleep, as if time was forbidden.

When Yu Yan kissed her lips indulgently, what was accompanied was no longer the bitter smell of medicine, but the heavy smell of earth mixed with tears.

Fu Yuan'er's fingers unconsciously tightened. Damn it, the pervert had really come, but why was it different this time? This kiss was completely devoid of desire, filled with the taste of pain.

[Intimate time: Maybe Bu Du didn't write it in detail enough, so some of the treasures are a bit confusing. Here is an explanation~ The girl traveled through time three times. The first time, she was born. After her death, Yu Yan buried her, and her body returned to the modern era.

The second time his soul traveled through time, he used Wang Xiaocui's body. After his death, his soul returned to the modern era.

The third time, he had a car accident in modern times, died, and then traveled back to ancient times.

The clothes he wears are all the heroine's own body, even the moles on his nose and legs are the same.

The rule is that every time she travels through time, it is because of death. Since she does not belong to this era, what happened to her in ancient times will be forgotten when she returns to the modern era.

When she traveled back to ancient times, she forgot many things in the modern world, which is called amnesia. Only when she traveled back to Wang Xiaocui's body for the second time did her soul remember her own name.