"What are you hesitating? What's going on?" When did his subordinates get up like this?

"I met Beizhi on the road..." Just as I was about to report to the general, the curtain of the carriage was slowly lifted by a slender hand, and a woman with a thin waist and a soft body came out. The sound of a clear and joyful oriole came, which attracted everyone around to look at her. [】

"Brother Yan." The woman jumped off the edge of the carriage, with a sandy face on her face, her complexion uneven complexion but her beautiful face could not be hidden. Her eyes seemed to be in the mist. She looked at her and felt pity for her. She stood there quietly looking at Yan Weile.

Yan Weile was speechless for a moment, his eyes widened and his heart was churning.

I can't believe it, nor can I believe it. I will see her again in many years, and it seems so depressed. Zhong Lingxiu has been held in her hands and needs to be cherished since she was a child. She always has a sweet and graceful smile. She likes to follow him and call Brother Yan. She always dances pleasingly in the season when flowers and snow fall.

"In this life, I will only allow you to be your wife!"

"Does Lingxiu want to grow up quickly?" she leaned her head and asked naively.

"Yes, you little one should grow up quickly!"

"But Brother Yan, Grandpa Yan doesn't like me..."

"No matter what anyone says, you are the only wife I have identified in my life!"

Everything came before him like a tide. How could he forget her, and how could he just treat her as a stranger?

"Lingxiu, Lingxiu..."

Qiyin felt her palm slowly loosening, and looked at Yan Weile with a bad premonition, but he passed by her as if no one was around, step by step, and walked towards the woman with some difficulty.

The woman standing in the wind was wearing a dress covered in mud and dust, and several rags, looking down and down. However, her temperament as a lady from a noble family is hard to ignore. She was guessing what kind of relationship she had with Yan Weile at home, and she didn't even dare to speak loudly, for fear of destroying the entire picture.

His hands were stiff and never fell down. Qiyin smiled bitterly. It felt like this again, and he was easily let go of it.

"Brother Yan." Seeing Yan Weile walking towards her, Zhong Lingxiu was delighted, and all the uneasiness disappeared without a trace in an instant. She excitedly stepped forward and rushed into the long-lost embrace. Her voice trembled and her eyes couldn't stop falling.
Chapter completed!