Troubled Times

"How much do you remember, Ah Ying?" Fang Han was a little curious

"I just remembered about the opening of the secret road in Dongwu City, and my..." life experience

"what?"

"I'll tell you later." Jiang Ying shook his head, "Let's go, this place is already empty. When you go back, you can tell Uncle Zhuang that the Xianyang Tower in the west of the city is also an arms base." Someone emptied the place, but why can't I remember where I hid my things?This memory seems to be segmented one by one, a bit like unlocking one of them

That night, Jiang Ying had a nightmare for the first time. In the dream, a pair of blue eyes stared at him for a while, and a pair of dark black eyes stared at him for a while, as if he could absorb his soul just by looking at those eyes. Jiang Ying was chased by two pairs of eyes for a long time in the dream, and finally woke up out of breath.

There were already a few gleams of light coming in through the window, Jiang Ying rubbed her face, put on her coat and went out

It happened that Fang Han also opened the door at this time, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled in the morning light. Jiang Ying felt that the dullness of the night seemed to have dissipated a lot.

"A Ying, don't carry everything by yourself, I hope you can think of me when you can't hold on anymore." Fang Han stood neatly next to Jiang Ying in a neat military uniform, and said softly

"Well, do you believe in fate?" Sometimes a lot of accidental things pile up and one has to doubt that one's life is that the destiny track has been set by God.

"Even if the heart has thousands of openings, it can't reach it, and the body will be caught in ten thousand nets." Jiang Ying suddenly remembered the words Fang Chengbai said to herself before leaving.

"Huh? I don't believe in fate, and I know you don't either. The initiative may not have been in our hands before, but it doesn't mean it won't be in the future." Fang Han looked at Jiang Ying firmly

"Yes, from now on, your and my fate will not give others a chance to interfere"

"Come on, I only knew some things before I lost my memory, and I lost my memory before I could tell you." Jiang Ying took Fang Han to her room. Yesterday's painting had been hung on the wall. The paper over the man's eyes is gone.

"This..." When Fang Han saw the man's eyes, he was really surprised even if he had seen strong winds and waves.Mrs. Jiang always said that Jiang Ying's peach blossom eyes followed Old Mrs. Yang, but in fact, Jiang Ying's peach blossom eyes were more like the eyes of the person in the painting before her than Mrs. Yang's.

"This man's name is Fang Chongran, and he's called Fengfenghou"

"But the former king who was so rich and powerful?" Fang Han asked, his heart was full of turmoil, and the truth seemed to be right in front of him, but people didn't want to explore it.

"It's him, after the fall of the previous dynasty, the Lord of Enthronement took his private soldiers to the southeast, where he became the king, and there was the Fang family of the later warlord." Jiang Ying thought of Fang Chengbai when he gave this painting to himself. But to be shocked, "Fang Chongran has three sons, the eldest son Fang Lingyan, the second son Fang Chengbai, and the concubine Fang Jinghou, who is the current head of the Southeast family."

"The eldest son Fang Lingyan forged his identity and used the alias Fang Hanyan to lurk in Beiting, but he didn't expect to fall in love with Han Caizhu who was studying at Jingshi Girls' School in Beiting. It was originally separated from the territory of the Fang family. The Fang family naturally couldn't understand the Han family. The two people who fell in love resolutely cut off their ties with the family, and planned to use their forged identities in the Han family. Beiting lives on, but their origins doom them to not being able to return to a peaceful life..." Jiang Ying didn't go on, because the things behind were obvious.

"This is what my second uncle told me. It was he who invited me to come to Dongwu City back then, and handed over the Fang family's once wealthy treasure to me. He only said that he was giving it to the person who should inherit it. "

"Then you...I..." Fang Han suddenly didn't know what to say. If Jiang Ying's surname is Fang, what is his surname?Jiang?Really ridiculous.

"Why did they do this?" Fang Han muttered to himself, but Jiang Ying understood what he said

"... Judging from Uncle Jiang's approach, only mother should not know about this matter." Yang Xinrou and Jiang Yihong's attitudes towards the two children are completely opposite. Instead, the reason makes sense.

"It's really a good trick. You deserve to be the commander in chief of the ten thousand armies." Fang Han's eyes were slightly red, and he said mockingly. Yingren let him hold him without struggling, because he knew that Fang Han's heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface. No matter who knew that he was just a bargaining chip in the struggle of all parties, he would not be calm, not to mention that Jiang's family must also be involved. handwriting.

"Second Uncle said, I should be called Fang Haoying, just like the phrase 'the wind and clouds on the sea shake Haoying'"

"Hahaha, what a 'wind and cloud shakes the bright shadow on the sea', Jiang Yihong, you are so cruel, what did you say 'Jun thinks of me, looking back, it is Jiang Han's autumn shadow and wild goose flying', I really believed it" Yang Xinrou took The telegram in his hand smiled a little desperately, the last signature of the telegram was Jiang Yihong, it must be a showdown.At that time, Jiang Yihong coaxed himself to name the two children with the phrase "Jun thinks about me, looking back, it is Jiang Han's autumn shadow and wild goose flying".Jiang Yihong has never forgotten Fang Hanyan for so many years.Yang Xinrou suddenly remembered that Han Caizhu had told him that Fang Hanyan would name his future child Fang Haoying, "I have raised Fang Hanyan's son as my own for so many years. My son is sent to someone else to raise his son. If it weren't for my Han'er's fate, I wouldn't be able to live now. Jiang Yihong, how much you hate me. Hahahahahaha" Yang Xinrou was crying and laughing hysterically, thinking of Fang Han's love all these years He was indifferent, thinking of his assassination of Fang Han before, he couldn't bear to live, and hated Jiang Yihong even more.

Years of love finally fade away at this moment

"Let's go, let Aunt Yang be quiet for a while." Lin Mengdie got up and was about to take Zhuang Wentao out

"Why did Uncle Jiang tell the truth after all these years of hiding it?" Zhuang Wentao asked his mother curiously.

"Probably Jiang Yihong found out that your Aunt Yang was the other party's murderer. Even if you hate you, Aunt Yang will still be poisonous." Lin Mengdie sighed. Everyone in Beiting City knew that Jiang Yihong didn't like Yang Xinrou, but not long after Fang Hanyan passed away, Jiang Yihong married Yang Xinrou.