When they were almost halfway up the mountain, the three of them got off the carriage and started walking. Fortunately, they were all knowledgeable people, so it didn't take much effort to climb up the mountain.

When we almost reached the top of the mountain, we could already see clouds like mist, and there were many clouds floating above our heads. Sometimes they dispersed very quickly, and when blown by the wind, they immediately flew and circled irregularly, as if we were in a fairyland.

Not far away, a very simple but very generous-looking courtyard appeared in front of them. Murong Che and Yan Ran had been holding hands. When they came to the entrance of the courtyard, Murong Che subconsciously held Yan Ran's hand tighter.

There was a very complicated expression on his face. His mother-in-law passed away, and he fell into grief for a long time before he came out of it. He had already lost a close relative, and he was afraid of losing Yanran again.

The courtyard was very unique. In a pavilion in the middle of the courtyard, an old man with white hair and beard was drinking tea leisurely. When he saw Murong Che and Yan Ran approaching, he was not surprised at all and instead motioned for them to come to the pavilion.

As she got closer, Yan Ran saw clearly that he looked like a god seen in TV series. He had a long beard, a ruddy face and a kind face, and looked like he had seen through the world of mortals and was calm.

"Senior." Murong Che shouted respectfully and handed the autographed letter written by Ying Ruo to the white-haired old man with both hands. He was Ying Ruo's master. Because Ying Ruo was pregnant with the baby and could give birth at any time, that's why he didn't

Come along together.

"Is this the girl Yanran that Yingruo mentioned?" After taking the letter, Hexian glanced at it a few times. The old man did not answer Murong Che's words, but just looked at Lin Yanran.

"Yanran is exactly the person named in sister-in-law Yingruo's letter. I hope that senior can fulfill Yanran's wish." Lin Yanran bowed deeply.

"Take a look at those treasures." The white-haired old man said softly, his tone as calm as before.

Lin Yanran carefully took out four treasures and handed them to him.

He carefully examined these treasures, then looked at Lin Yanran and shook his head: "You have missed the first full moon day, so they have lost their role in helping you get back."

"Senior, you are a rare master. Please help us." Murong Che's face was very respectful, his tone was sincere, and his hand was still holding Yanran's little hand tightly.

"Senior, I beg you, please help me and Che go back to the modern age. You will definitely find a way, right?" Yanran's eyes were filled with tears as she prayed to the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man pointed to the jade bracelet on Yanran's hand: "You missed the first full moon when the four treasures gathered together. If you really want to go back, you can still use its power. But two people can't. I

There is no way to explain this.”

Yanran's heart collapsed. Fortunately, Murong Che hugged her and kept her from falling. She shook her head fiercely and grabbed the white-haired Taoist's arm: "Please think of a way. I don't want to be separated from Che.

Yes, I want to be with Che, forever."

The white-haired old man sighed softly: "It's not that I don't help, it's that I can't help. But, actually, you don't have to go back. Others have their own blessings, so you don't need to worry too much."

"No need to go back? How is that possible? I still have an adopted daughter, and there are more relatives than relatives waiting for me to wake up. Also.

Prime Minister Lin's real daughter, she can only lie in bed every day now. How can I ignore their feelings."

"Okay, you and I are destined to be together. I'll send you back to take a look and take off the jade bracelet. After you go there and take a look, come back if you're satisfied with their current situation." He nodded slightly, looking very happy.

grasp.

"Really?" Yan Ran was doubtful and looked at the white-headed old man, then at Murong Che, with doubt and uneasiness on her face.

"Go and have a look. I believe you will come back. If you don't go and stay reluctantly, you will still live in self-blame. However, I hope you can be happy and don't want you to be so haggard.

.”

"Miss Yanran, don't worry, trust me." The white-haired old man stroked his beard, picked up the tea in the cup and took a sip. His eyes were full of love and confidence, which made her feel a lot more at ease.

Yanran suddenly remembered that the woman in white had mentioned the voice she heard. Could it be him?

"Senior, I remember that Prime Minister Lin's daughter mentioned in my dream that when she hanged herself, she heard a voice saying that she would swap bodies with mine. Is it possible that it was you?"

The white-haired old man nodded slightly: "Everything has its own destiny, I just served as a messenger."

"Thank you, senior, for your guidance. Yanran believes in you."

Lin Yanran took out her small hand from Murong Che's big hand and held his hand: "Che, wait for me, I won't let you down. I will come back, just allow me, allow me to go back and take a look.

"

Murong Che nodded heavily and kissed her forehead as if no one else was watching. Yan Ran's little face turned red with embarrassment and she pointed behind her, where the Taoist priest and Zhang Qiang were watching.

"You are my wife, no matter when." He said this without hesitation.

"wait me back."

"Senior, I'm ready." Lin Yanran slowly walked up to the white-haired old man, turned back and smiled sweetly at Murong Che, which warmly penetrated into Murong Che's heart.

The sky was spinning, the earth was spinning. Lin Yanran's body seemed to have entered another vortex.

"Che—" She panicked and tried to catch him.

"Ran'er -" Murong Che watched her being sucked away by the vortex, getting farther and farther away from him, and subconsciously wanted to catch her, but only caught a ball of air.

When the vortex ended, Lin Yanran had already appeared in the living room of Manny's house.

Looking at everything familiar here, she really wanted to cry. She has lived here since she was twelve years old. Here she has her uncle and aunt who treat her like her own daughter, Manny who has been with her since she was a child, and she has always cared about her.

Yin'er who can't let go.

A large photo on the wall attracted her attention: it was a photo of her and Yin'er.

This is the photo she took when she met Yin'er for the second time. In the photo, she is holding Yin'er in her arms, and Yin'er is holding a windmill in her hand. The two of them are sitting on the green grass, clinging to each other. They are both sweet and warm.

smile.

Yin'er, are you okay? Yanran's mother is back. Yanran's mother is back to see you. Based on her memory, she pushed away the bedroom that had been specially prepared for Yin'er.

There was a petite person lying on the bed, holding a big rag doll in her arms, which was a gift given to her by Yanran on the day she adopted her.

Her eyes were moist, and Yin'er was still so attached to her. And she also had the same reluctance to let go of her. Suddenly Yin'er smiled, her calves kicked off the quilt, and her mouth smiled sweetly: "Yanran

Mom, I won first place in painting, haha, the teacher praised me for being great."

"Puch." Yanran finally couldn't help but laugh. This little guy was still so cute and so lovable.

She quietly leaned over, touched her soft and smooth little face, and kissed her forehead gently. Just as she was about to cover her with the quilt, the door rang.

Yanran quickly hid behind the door.

When a person came in, Yanran immediately stopped. That person was none other than herself. It was Lin Yanran in this life.

She watched blankly as she covered Yin'er with the quilt, kissed her forehead with a sweet smile, and then left, closing the door gently.

She? She’s awake!?

She didn't lie in bed in a vegetative state? How is that possible? Didn't it mean that she had to lie there until she got dressed?

But it was obviously her, that familiar but unfamiliar face, Yan Ran touched her cheek, it was her from before, a face that could not be more familiar.

Yanran walked to Yin'er's bed and sat down. The two photos on the table attracted her. One was a photo of her wearing an armed police uniform, with little Yin'er standing next to her.

She had never seen the other picture, but the person on it shocked her: it was her and Yin'er sitting on the carousel in the amusement park.

She was convinced that she had never taken this photo, and the line on it shocked her even more: Although Yanran's mother no longer knows martial arts, Yin'er still loves you.

It was a crooked line of small characters written by hand.

Doesn’t know martial arts anymore? Is it really her? Is she awake?

Putting down the photo, with full of doubts, she gently opened the door of her bedroom. She sat on the familiar big bed and called her softly, just like she called her softly that day: "Yanran."

Yanran on the bed rubbed her eyes, sat up, and smiled at her: "Are you here?"

"I'm coming?" She froze there for a moment, then uttered a sentence: "You knew I was coming, you knew I would come?"

"The moment I woke up, I knew you would come." Her red lips were slightly parted, not like her in her previous life at all. She spoke quickly and never cared about the image of a lady, but she always looked gentle.

Tone.

"Why?"

The doubts in her heart worsened, why she knew so many things but she knew nothing about them.

"That day, I forgot to tell you something. It was my negligence." Yanran, who had lived in modern times, lowered her eyes with deep guilt in her tone. After a long while, she raised her eyes and looked into Yanran's eyes and said:

"There is one more thing that I can wake up from. That is your first night. Because I can't stay too long, I just asked you to keep the jade bracelet, but forgot about it. I can only go back once, so I will go back again.

There is no chance."

"My first night?" Her face turned red with embarrassment, and her heart was beating fast as she thought of the sweet entanglement between the two of them.

"Is Yin'er okay?" This was something she had always worried about. Although she saw that Yin'er was fine, she still couldn't help but want to confirm it.

"Yin'er is a smart and sensible child. She really loves you. Manny and uncle and aunt told me that when I was lying on the bed, Yin'er stayed by the bed after school and kept shouting

Yanran’s mother, please wake up.”

Yanran had already burst into tears after hearing this, and her heart was full of self-blame. She kept sobbing and muttering Yin'er's name. She had known that Yin'er would be like this, but she didn't come to see her until now.

After being comforted by her, Yanran stopped sobbing and asked:

"Where are uncle, aunt and Manny? How are they?"

"They are all very good. They treat me very well. I am very lucky. This is all because of you. Yanran, where are my parents and brother, have you found them? I really miss them." The original ancient Yanran eyes

There were already tears in her eyes, and under the reflection of the desk lamp, she was like a little bit of starlight, making everyone feel pity for her.

"They are all very good. They treat me as if I were a child. My father is already the prime minister and he is an honest man. My brother is also in the civil service department."

Yanran slowly told her what happened to her in Mo Xu Country. Lin Yanran here was already crying.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you put it back on." Yanran excitedly held the Prime Minister's real daughter's hand. There were still some thin calluses between her fingers, which were caused by her frequent holding of guns in modern times.

"No, you lived such a wonderful life in ancient times. If it were me, I would definitely not be able to do it. Maybe I am still being bullied by the second lady and Yanxue. Even if I were to marry the third prince, I would be nothing more than a

There is no way he could fall in love with me in a vase with a pretty face..."
To be continued...