The general is on the queen of Xixia

At the moment when Wu En was about to step out of the dungeon, Liu Xiyin suddenly said:

"Is there really an afterlife?"

Wu En stopped, turned around and looked at her: "Xiao Wang believes in Buddhism, so he naturally believes in the theory of reincarnation."

Liu Xiyin's blood-stained face showed a dazed look, as if she had thought of something.

"I hope that in the next life, there will be no wars. Girls can study, be officials, dance freely, and be locked up in the house no longer—cough."

A mouthful of blood was coughed up, and the poison of the drunken grass had spread all over his body.

Liu Xiyin continued angrily, "I want someone who will always be by my side and don't abandon me again."

Such a wish, Wu En looked at Liu Xiyin complicatedly.

Wu En returned to Liu Xiyin and cut off a bloody corner of his clothes with a dagger.

"Promise to the girl, Xiao Wang will definitely do it."

At the foot of Helan Mountain, Wu En wrapped his blood-stained hem with scriptures and threw it into the fire.

The corner of the white clothes was gradually engulfed by the flames, Wu En suddenly remembered something, and asked:

"High priest, if you want to see someone again in the next life, what should you do?"

The priest who was over seventy years old replied: "Use blood as a guide."

Wu En hesitated for a moment, pulled out the scimitar and made a cut on his arm, spilling the blood on the flames.

"Is the second prince someone you care about?"

Wu En wrapped the wound on his arm with a cloth, and said indifferently: "I just saw a very interesting woman."

"Can we really meet each other?" The afterlife is as illusory as a mirror, and Wu En has some doubts.

"The seeds have been planted, and it is unknown when they will bloom and what fruit they will bear," said the priest.

On the stone steps of the dungeon, in Ye Zhao's arms, Liu Xiyin's pupils gradually became dilated, falling into endless darkness.

"Xi Yin..."

"Xiyin, wake up..."

Liu Xiyin slowly opened her eyes, as if she had been asleep for a thousand years.

Where is this place, and who is the person holding her in front of her?

Liu Xiyin broke free from Wu En's embrace and shrank back, Wu En looked at her in surprise. .

"Xiyin, I'm Ah Qing."

"Ah Qing..." Liu Xiyin murmured, "Wu En...".The ignorance in Liu Xiyin's eyes dissipated.

Wu En didn't understand why she wanted to hide from him, and when she was about to get closer, Liu Xiyin bumped into Wu En's arms.

With all her strength, Liu Xiyin hugged Wu En tightly and buried her in Wu En's arms.

"Why, you don't care about me." Liu Xiyin's broken cry came from her arms.

"I've been in Shuozhou City for eight years, why didn't you show up?"

"I'm in the Xixia Palace, why do you turn a blind eye to me?"

"In the dungeon, why did you take one look at me and leave?"

Wu En was confused, why couldn't she understand what Liu Xiyin was talking about?

All the humiliation in Xixia, like a rotten wound soaked in salt water, and the torture and torture of iron torture, made Liu Xiyin tremble uncontrollably.

"Ye Liuer...Ye Liuer, no, I'm not Ye Liuer!" Liu Xiyin felt a severe headache, she hugged her head with her hands and whispered to herself.

Ye Liuer!Wu En's scalp was numb, why did Xiyin know this name?

Why do you need to remember those bad memories?Hugging the person in his arms, Wu En's eyes were stained red by the surging emotions.

"There is no Ye Liuer, only my Xiyin." Wu En kept repeating, his hands along Liu Xiyin's back to comfort her.

It was not until midnight that Liu Xiyin fell asleep in Wu En's arms.

The next day, after Liu Xiyin woke up again, she regained her senses, but she was still sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, holding Wu En all the time.

Wu En didn't dare to leave her, wanted to comfort her but didn't know where to start.

How much Liu Xiyin recalled and what she remembered, Wu En is still not sure yet.

It was not until evening that Liu Xiyin took the initiative to speak.

"Ah Qing, is there really a past life and this life?" Even though the dream was so real, why did it end so differently? Why didn't she see Ah Qing in Song Dynasty in that life?

"I didn't really believe it at first, but later I became more and more convinced." Wu En himself couldn't figure out whether it was time travel or something after being in this world for so many years, and it might be explained by reincarnation.

"Why did you believe it later?" Liu Xiyin asked, did Wu En recall anything?

"Because I met you." Wu En scratched Liu Xiyin's delicate nose.

"I had a very bad dream." Liu Xiyin huddled into Wu En's arms and leaned on her. Just remembering made her frown.

"After Mobei City was broken, my grandmother and I went back to Shuozhou City. On the way, we encountered robbers. Fortunately, a team of officers and soldiers appeared and rescued us." Liu Xiyin glanced at Wu En.

"I stayed in Liu's mansion for several years until the Liao army retreated, and I went south to look for Ye Zhao..." Thinking of the absurd things in Nanping County's palace, Liu Xiyin paused, and then said:

"Later, on the way back, I encountered a flood and was exiled to Xixia, becoming the king of Xixia—" Liu Xiyin's voice became lower and lower, as if she didn't want to continue.

Except that she was not the one who saved Liu Xiyin and her grandmother back then, it seems to be the same, Wu En thought.

etc!King Xixia!

"King Xixia, is that him?" Now, Wu En didn't even want to call that man his father.

"It's your father." Liu Xiyin closed her eyes, trembling a little, trying to clear those unbearable memories from her mind.

"Don't think about Xi Yin anymore." Recalling these, what is the difference between stabbing a wound that was already dripping with blood.

Liu Xiyin shook her head, and continued:

"I met you a few times, at the banquet in the palace, but you didn't seem to know me. Later, before I died, you came to see me in the dungeon."

A slender figure was tied to the iron rack, and the picture flashed in Wu En's mind, and it was fleeting.

"It seems that there is such a thing..." Wu En's eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't tell if he had actually seen it or read a novel in modern times.

"Can you remember?" Liu Xiyin looked at Wu En expectantly.

Wu En nodded, then shook his head again.

"I seem to have an impression, but I can't remember it." Wu En said helplessly. "I read a storybook in my previous life, which told about the Northern Song Dynasty and Xixia, and there are stories about you and Ye Zhao in it."

Liu Xiyin asked in surprise, "Can you recall the events of your previous life?"

"Yes, maybe Po Meng sold me a bowl of fake medicine."

"Is it Wu En?" Liu Xiyin asked.

"No, it was Meng Qing in the previous life." Wu En said the name with a smile, feeling a little nostalgic.

"Ah Qing..." Liu Xiyin read Wu En's name.

"What did the script say about me?" Could it be a vicious woman?

"You are a good girl who values ​​love and righteousness." Wu En said with a smile.

Wu En didn't want Liu Xiyin to be stuck in the mire of past life memories, holding her hand and sticking it to his face.

"Xiyin, it doesn't matter whether it's a previous life or a dream. At this moment, it's real that I'm with you."

A smile gradually appeared on Liu Xiyin's face, she nodded, an absurd dream can't compare to the real body temperature of the person holding her.

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The author of the immortal cultivator died just because of his illness. . .