The rustling sound of the wind mixed with sand and dust swirled in the air. The ever-burning lamp swaying in the wind made a "squeaking" sound that resounded throughout the hall. The marble-carved wall hall has gone through hundreds of years of wind and rain, and the walls are mottled.

Suddenly, from far to near, there were sounds of chaotic footsteps, the snapping of branches, and the noise of the crowd outside the temple... "Hurry up, hurry up", "Pile some here"... After a short time, the smoke came out.

poured in.

The arrogant flames flashed with purple light, revealing their mysterious and ferocious faces as they swallowed up the weeds on the ground and walls!

The majestic and tall temple burned in the fire!

The woman seemed to know that she would never be able to escape this fate, and her mother saw a mysterious smile on her face.

My mother couldn't guess or figure it out. She could only watch the woman standing in the hot hall like a phantom in the dark.

The flames jumped and rolled around her crazily, greedily engulfing her body, burning her long hair, and letting out a "hissing" triumphant laugh...

She smiled faintly and said softly, "The disaster has come, and it's time for me to retire after my success."

After my mother vaguely heard what she said, the temple completely collapsed. The reincarnation of Ping Wangji, who happened to arrive, saw this scene and the wild fruit he had found for the woman fell to the ground, and he himself

I also cried out to the sky with great sadness...

After saying this, Yan'er couldn't talk any more and cried like a tearful person.

"Yue'er, mother really feels pity for him, so she desperately tried her best to lure you here..."

"Mom, stop talking. I understand. Tell me, where is he now? I'll go see him."

After Mo Xiaoyue listened to all the stories, she roughly understood one thing in her heart, that is, Yan Jun helped her behind the scenes. As for why she sent someone to replace her and spend this life with Ping Wangji, although she couldn't figure it out.

But there is always one thing she knows, that is, Yan Jun must not have any malicious intentions.

"Hey, Mom sees that he is exhausted. Come on, follow Mom, and Mom will take you to see him one last time..."

Mo Xiaoyue nodded and followed Yan'er out of the ruined temple.

The slanderous people arrived in front of a broken wooden house. Yan'er pointed at the wooden house and said, "Yue'er, he is inside. Go and see him. Mom is guarding outside..."

Xiaoyue raised her hand and pushed open the door. A musty smell came to her face, which made her frown slightly. When she was about to lift her sleeves to cover her nose, she saw the thin man curled up on the wooden bed.

Her heart suddenly jumped into her throat, and her beautiful eyes filled with tears.

He is indeed her Princess Ping, and his appearance has not changed at all, except for being unshaven and a bit slovenly.

"Your Highness..."

As soon as Xiaoyue's clear voice sounded, the man on the bed immediately trembled, and then raised his head. When he saw Xiaoyue standing at the door, his pair of dark eyes immediately became bright, like gems.
Chapter completed!