After the Jiang clan retreated here, Shizu granted privileges and allowed the Jiang family soldiers to form an army, which was to win over the hearts of the Jiang family, let the Jiang army defend the Jingzhou border, and be able to fight in Guangzhou at any time and quell the chaos. Linhe had the Jiang army, plus the county defense army, county commander army, and guard army. Even if the riots in the middle and Korean soldiers intervened, Ning Nanyou would not be occupied by Meng disaster within three days.

Although Jiang Chengjia had expected it, her heart trembled when she heard Qianshan tell the real situation.

Her heart was pulled hard, not knowing whether it was happy or sad. When she recalled the night she quarreled with Ning Nanyou, her eyes became wet.

Everything she saw was an illusion he had created. But the words she said were extremely sharp, whether it was blame or dissuasion, and probably every word was a cold blade that struck his heart.

She closed her eyes tightly and felt sad.

In the past thousand years of searching for Fu Yang, whenever she watched him die in front of her, whenever she watched Fu Yang as predicted by the book of God Meng Po, she would have a bloody and sad ending, whether it was a battlefield death, blood splashing on the guillotine, thousands of arrows piercing the heart, Changya Peak commit suicide, Wujiang Tou Shenhu or Jian Cen's life with her both died under the Kuaiji Poison Cliff. Every time, she clearly had the opportunity to change Fu Yang's fate, but she always passed by such a moment, so that she could not return to the underworld with Fu Yang's complete soul, erase the curse engraved on him, and let him return to the divine home.

After life, she became more and more afraid and believed more and more in the book of Mengpo.

Jian Cen's death made her seriously ill. During the three hundred years she waited for Ning Nanyou, she went to Naihe Bridge to find Meng Po and check the records of the Godly Book.

Jian Cen fell into the poison cliff, his soul was broken. For three hundred years, there was no trace of Fu Yang in the world.

She almost went crazy, drunk and dreaming every day.

Finally, Qianshan broke the agreement between them and returned to Nanyundu, not afraid of the backlash, and asked the elders to calculate where Fu Yang was reborn.

Three hundred years, three hundred years later, she waited for Ning Nanyou.

This despair, suffering, and torture made her arrange everything more carefully when she was enrolled in the mortal world again.

Meng Po's book says that Fu Yang turned into Ning Nanyou's life, which was miserable and lonely, and was trapped in a battle of imperial power. Brothers killed each other, father and son suspected, his hands were covered with the blood of innocent people, and he would eventually be punished by God and died in the battle of power.

Jiang Chengjia's test of the book of Meng Po has reached a point of crazy confidence.

She believed that Ning Nanyou was a treacherous or a slander in this life, and even killed his loved ones, and in the end he would not be able to escape the curse of Emperor Chen Yao and once again fell into the cycle of suffering.

So in this life, she went crazy looking for opportunities to break through, and planned everything with great difficulty, came to him, just to use her true feelings to transform him and take him away from the struggle.

After the incident of Chang Mengjun, she tried hard to prevent the tragedy from happening, but ultimately she could not change the direction of the mortal world's general trend.

Yes, in this life, she did not believe in him from the beginning. She believed that he was the treacherous and slander mentioned in the Book of God; she believed that Master Lu's death was to motivate him to be full of resentment and finally destroy the source of this dynasty with his own hands.

He even believed that perhaps the great disaster on earth that the empress said, which was rare in ten thousand years... was also caused by Ning Nan's worries.

She always felt that she was different from the world and would not be easily deceived by illusions. She always thought that Fu Yang was someone she would never question in her life, but in fact, she was like those who despise him and hate him, because of the predictions in the book of Meng Po, a seed of uneasiness was planted in her heart.

And this seed made her doubt him more and more and more, and she lost her basic trust in him.

Jiang Chengjia leaned against the bed, and her face became worse and worse.

Qianshan knew that Jiang Chengjia must have remembered what happened before again, and felt sorry for her son-in-law, and was afraid that she was suffering. So she also felt a sour feeling, and her eyes showed a sense of care. She held Jiang Chengjia's hand tightly and said, "Girl, are you blaming yourself again? This is not your fault, why do you have to blame yourself? These things are just something that my son-in-law deliberately hides from you. What you said that night was not too much. The girl was just telling the truth."

Jiang Chengjia moved slightly, opened her eyes, stared at her with red eyes and said, "Qianshan, Aunt Yungeng... Can you come to see me sooner?"

Her voice and expression trembled slightly. Rather than saying that it was more yelling, it was better to say that it was a situation that occurred after trying hard to suppress the painful emotions.

Qianshan listened to her tone, her eyes turned red with sadness, and shed tears unconsciously, nodded and said, "I will make arrangements, let's arrange...Miss...Don't do this. You are like this, I feel so uncomfortable."

Jiang Chengjia restrained himself and forced himself to squeeze out a smile and said, "I obviously have nothing to do, why are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The smile on her face was even worse than crying. Qianshan stared at Jiang Chengjia's pale face with tears in her eyes, and her heart felt ache.

"Girl, you'd better go to bed earlier... I'll go down first. You have a good rest." Qianshan couldn't help but feel nervous. She was about to cry, so she hurriedly stood up, twisted the corner of the quilt for Jiang Chengjia, and then took the food table with the medicine bowl, and quickly retreated.

Jiang Chengjia did not stop him, stared at Qian Shan's figure fleeing in a panic and smiled bitterly.

She got up, blew out the lamp at the head of the bed, and stared at the bed yarn above her head with her eyes open, feeling that it was cold beside her.

I don’t know how long she looked at the top of the beam like this, but she still didn’t feel sleepy. She felt thirsty again. She got up and took the teapot and poured a cup of water to drink.

At this time, it was already settled. On the night outside, the shining stars were dense, spreading in the black air, emitting dazzling light. The milky white moonlight splashed in, and these lights were suddenly a little dazzling for Jiang Chengjia.

She leaned against the window and was stunned for a long time. Thinking about the days when Nanyun and Fu Yang were playing together in Nanyun, she couldn't help but wet her eyes, and the hot tears rolled around, and finally she couldn't help but fall.

The sky was filled with black clouds, covering the originally dense stars, as if a heavy rain was brewing. The weather was very hot and the insects hidden in the bushes kept calling.

Jiang Chengjia walked slowly to the door of the house with heavy steps, pushed open the wooden door, and walked out of the house by a tragic act and headed towards the study in the backyard.

At this time, the mansion was pitch black, and only a few servants who were watching the night were squatting in the porch, holding the lamp and dozing off.

When Jiang Chengjia walked on the gravel road, he suddenly stopped and felt helpless towards himself. What was she doing? After learning the truth, she felt sorry for her. She wanted to go to him and take back her words, saying that she was very wrong?

What's the point?

Jiang Chengjia stood blankly in the middle of the gravel road, really not knowing what she was going to do. She felt powerless, helpless and confused.

The sky accidentally tore a hole open, and the heavy rain poured down, and the raindrops hit the dry and stuffy earth. Cold rain water poured over the courtyard, and a strong wind came from the north, whistling and whistling the bamboo curtains of the courtyard squeaked.

Jiang Chengjia couldn't withstand the strong wind, and staggered softly, and sat on the gravel road, silly under the heavy rain, as if he wanted to calm himself down with the cold rain.

At night, a figure in Xuanyi walked out of the study room in the backyard with an umbrella. As soon as the door of the study room was opened, the demon wind outside suddenly blew out the lamp inside.

Ning Nanyou frowned, stared at the files covered with books, turned around and closed the window that had just opened a crack, locked the door, and then walked on the gravel road leading to the front yard with an umbrella.

After walking a few steps, I saw a dark figure shaking towards the north courtyard in front.

It was too dark and he couldn't see anything clearly. He didn't know who the person in front was. He was shocked and asked in a deep voice: "Who is there?"

The shaking figure seemed to hear his cry, and his body trembled suddenly, running towards the north courtyard as if he was running away, but was tripped by the stones that rolled down to the middle of the road by the strong rain and wind, and fell heavily.

She fell into the mud, and the cold rain slid into her neck, and her wet clothes were pressed against the wound on her back, and the smell of blood oozed out.

She became scared and suddenly hated why she couldn't wait to see Ning Nanyou, why was she so embarrassed and sad? She even felt that she was hypocritical.

Jiang Chengjia struggled to get up from the mud pit and rain, wanting to disappear in front of him as soon as possible.

Seeing that the man was about to escape, Ning Nanyou became accustomed to his habit. He quickly ran towards her, grabbed Jiang Chengjia, who was wet, and asked coldly, "Who is in the middle of the night with my mansion..."

Halfway through his words, he was stunned, and then the faint light saw the familiar face of the man.

Jiang Chengjia was covered in mud and water, and stood in front of him with a disastrous expression, allowing him to hold on with his hands.

Ning Nanyou frowned. Seeing her miserable appearance, he asked in a deep voice: "It's so late and it's raining so heavily again. What are you doing in the yard?"

Jiang Chengjia didn't speak, and stood weakly, feeling the scene in front of her blurry and dizzy. Before he could find out, she couldn't hold on and slid down to the ground.

Seeing this, Ning Nanyou suddenly jumped in his heart, and threw away the umbrella in a hurry, caught her fainted, and called her twice. Seeing that the person in his arms was not moving, he hurriedly picked her up in the waist and rushed towards the North Courtyard.

When he rushed to the front of the house, he kicked the door open with force, hugged Jiang Chengjia tightly and put it on the couch. He then lit the oil lamp in the house in a panic, closed the doors and windows, and then sat in front of the couch.
Chapter completed!