Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

It's daybreak.

Song Fei sat by the bed, looking at Song Ci and Han Zhan who were sleeping on the bed, her eyebrows twitching, and she was very worried about them.

Yesterday at Shensi Building, Song Ci and Han Zhan picked up the dragon-shaped jade pendant under the bones, and the two fell into a coma on the spot.

Song Fei asked someone to send them back to the dormitory building to rest on Friday. The two of them had been sleeping for more than ten hours and never woke up.

Song Fei is an atheist, but at this moment he has doubts. Could it be that these two people were possessed by the ghosts of the pair of bone owners?

Just when Song Fei suspected that Song Ci was possessed by a ghost and was about to find a ghost exorcist to show the two of them, she suddenly noticed two tears sliding down the end of Han Zhan's eyes and behind his ears.

Song Fei:?

What a heartbreaking dream this must have been?

Song Fei wiped Han Zhan's tears with a tissue, but Han Zhan's tears rolled out one after another as if they were free of money. His body began to struggle uneasily, his hands tightly holding the sheets, and he murmured some name.

Song Fei didn't hear clearly. She stood up and leaned against Song Ci's chest. Only then did she hear Han Zhan shouting: "Xian'er. Xian'er

"

Song Fei's pretty face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Oh shit!

Which one of Han Zhan's lovers is Xian'er?

At this moment, Song Ci's chest, which was being pressed by Song Fei, suddenly rose and fell violently. Song Fei noticed it and quickly stood up straight. She saw Song Ci open his mouth and let out a breath, then suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed!

"His Majesty!"

Song Ci opened her mouth and called "Your Majesty."

Song Fei blinked and looked at the two people on the bed wordlessly, feeling a little tired. She waved her hand in front of Song Ci and asked her, "Excuse me, are you my sister Song Ci, or some ancestor from six hundred years ago?"

Song Ci heard Song Fei's voice. She slowly turned her head and looked at Song Fei with an unfamiliar look. Staring at Song Fei's cheek, Song Ci's eyes trembled several times before she finally understood who she was, where she was, and who the person in front of her was.

"Song Fei."

Song Ci hugged Song Fei hard and said, "Song Fei, it hurts me so much."

It's Song Ci!

Song Fei breathed a sigh of relief. She held Song Ci's head, gently stroked her back, and asked her, "Tell me where it hurts."

Song Ci said with tears, "My chest hurts so much."

Song Fei gently patted Song Ci on the back and told her: "It's all a dream. You have woken up. No matter how scary the dream is, it is all over."

Song Ci asked Song Fei: "Song Fei, do you believe in past and present lives?"

Song Fei was stunned.

She wanted to say that she didn't believe it, but Song Ci could be reborn, so why couldn't he have past and present lives? Song Fei said: "Maybe, maybe Meng Po is a good-looking dog. When she sees good-looking people, she feeds them Meng Po soup mixed with fake medicine."

Song Ci was amused by Song Fei.

She let go of Song Fei, wiped her red nose, and said, "Song Fei, you go to rest first. I'm very confused right now, and I want to lie down by myself for a while."

"Lie down after breakfast!" Song Fei went to the first floor and poured a bowl of porridge that had been cooked long ago, preparing to serve it to Song Ci. In the living room, Song Fei met Friday.

Wu Wu stared at the porridge in her hand and asked, "Is Song Ci awake? Or is Han Zhan awake?"

"Song Ci."

Friday said: "Then I'll go see them too."

"Yeah, whatever."

Song Ci changed into pajamas and sat weakly on the sofa, staring at Han Zhan on the bed in a daze.

Dugu Jie, Han Zhan.

They are actually the same person!

Song Ci felt uncomfortable when she thought that she and Han Zhan had been entangled for three lives.

His Majesty

When she thought of His Majesty, her heart ached.

"Song Ci, drink this porridge." Song Fei walked in with the porridge. She put the porridge on the table and said to Song Ci with a cold face: "You must eat it, and you are not allowed to leave a bite!"

No matter how awesome Song Ci is, she will always be that obedient baby in front of Song Fei. She quickly stood up from the sofa and walked to the dining table to sit down.

Picking up the spoon and about to take the first bite of porridge, Song Ci noticed someone standing outside the door. Friday was wearing a set of senior sportswear and carrying a Tai Chi sword.

Song Ci stared at Friday, feeling that there was something familiar about this person, like...

Song Ci thought of someone, but she felt that she was thinking too much.

"Uncle Zhou, did you just finish practicing your sword?"

Zhou Wu looked at Song Ci and didn't see anything, so he walked in with the Tai Chi sword. He sat down on the round stool next to Song Ci and asked her, "Song Ci, why did you suddenly faint yesterday?"

Song Ci told the truth: "That jade pendant has spirituality. During the time when I was unconscious, I saw many things through the jade pendant. Those should be the memories of the bones of the owner."

"Oh?" Friday's expression was a little subtle, and he couldn't help but ask: "Those pairs of bones, who are they?" Friday has always been curious about this matter, and he didn't sleep well last night.

Song Ci said: "The Taiping Emperor Dugu Jie and the Zhenguo General Nangong Xian."

Friday's eyes suddenly widened, "How could it be! How could His Majesty die in Mo's house!"

Song Ci felt that something was wrong with Friday's reaction.

She turned back to Song Fei and said, "Song Fei, you go out first. Uncle Zhou and I have something to say."

"Um."

Song Fei really went out obediently and was not curious about what Song Ci had to say to Friday. After Song Fei left, Song Ci put down the spoon in her hand, looked at Friday seriously with her beautiful eyes, and suddenly said: "Are you Doctor Zhou?"

There was silence on Friday.

Song Ci added: "When ordinary people mention Dugu Jie, people who respect history will respectfully call him Taiping Emperor, and ordinary people will call him by his first name. However, the honorific "Your Majesty" is generally only used by people who lived in that dynasty. would call him that.”

Song Ci asked Friday thoughtfully: "Are you a reborn person?"

Wu Wu smiled bitterly, "If you can ask such a question, it means that you have remembered what happened in your previous life." Wu Wu put down his Tai Chi sword and stood up. He clasped his fists at Song Ci and said, "Little General Nangong, farewell to you. A hundred years later, we meet again."

Song Ci said with emotion, "You are indeed the miracle doctor Zhou."

Staring at Song Ci's cheek on Friday, he said: "Little General Nangong, your appearance in this life is somewhat similar to your appearance in the Luo Dynasty. I had no intention of attending this session of the Mo Family. It’s for the assessment, but I saw Song Fei’s personal profile on the Mo family’s registration website.”

Friday said sadly: "I think God arranged for me to be reborn, maybe just to let me tear apart Mo Liansheng's hypocrisy and expose the Mo family's inhumane methods!"

"So, here I come."

Turning his head to look at Han Zhan who was still unconscious on the bed on Friday, he smiled and said: "That day, I witnessed Mr. Han picking up the Sun-Chasing Arrow with my own eyes. I was extremely surprised at the time."

"No one knows better than me how much the Sun-Chasing Arrow recognizes its owner. The Sun-Chasing Arrow has a soul. It was the imperial longbow of Emperor Taiping Dugujie. It was later given to his beloved woman Nangongxian by Emperor Taiping. The Sun-Chasing Arrow followed Nangong Xiao When the general goes into battle to kill the enemy, it has drank too much blood and is known as a powerful killer!"

"For six hundred years, no one has been able to shake the Sun-Chasing Arrow. The only ones who can pick up the Sun-Chasing Arrow are Emperor Taiping and Nangong Xian!"

Friday looked at Han Zhan with eyes filled with admiration and admiration. "As expected of Your Majesty, you are so outstanding no matter in your previous life or in this life!"

Everyone who was born in the Luo Dynasty respected Dugu Jie. Even though Friday was reborn in the modern era, his respect for Emperor Taiping remained undiminished.

After hearing what Friday said, Song Ci was also filled with emotion. She sighed: "Back then, before I died, I made a curse, cursing Mo Liansheng's direct descendants that they would not live to be twenty-five years old. Who would have thought that in order to break the curse, they secretly trained countless medicine people! "

If she had known that her curse would cause the demise of the Nangong family, she would not have said such cruel words back then.

"Young general, don't blame yourself. You didn't do anything wrong. It was the Mo family who were wrong." Friday couldn't figure out one thing. He said, "Young general Nangong is very capable. How could that beast Mo Liansheng be harmed?" Little General Nangong?”

"You are right. According to my ability, it is indeed not easy for Mo Liansheng to kill me." Song Ci looked back at Han Zhan on the bed. She smiled slightly and said, "When he shot at me, I didn’t run away, I was killed by him voluntarily.”

Hearing this, Friday was shocked, "Little General Nangong, you"

"Your Majesty is a wise and holy king. When the war subsides, the Luo Dynasty needs your Majesty even more, and I also hope that the man I love has a healthy body."

Although she died under Mo Liansheng's arrow, she was willing to sacrifice her life for Dugu Jie.

Friday was shocked by Nangongxian's feelings for Dugu Jie. He regretted it and said angrily: "What I regret most is that I sent that beast Mo Liansheng to the little general. He is mine. Wrong, I indirectly killed the young general."

"Uncle Zhou, don't blame yourself. Mo Liansheng is extremely hypocritical. It was only when I was about to die that I saw his true face. Forget it, don't mention the past anymore."

She chose to let go of the regrets and pain of the past.

She should cherish her current happiness and contentment.

Hearing the person on the bed crying for Xian'er, Song Cichao smiled apologetically on Friday and said, "Uncle Zhou, I have to ask you to leave first. My Mr. Han will never allow anyone to see him cry."

Friday smiled, then got up and left.

Song Ci drank a few mouthfuls of porridge before getting up and walking to the bed to sit down. She held Han Zhan's cold hand, put it next to her cheek and rubbed it. "It's so nice to meet you again."

Han Zhan, Song Dynasty porcelain, three generations of love.

In the first life, he was the king and she was the general. She went into battle for him to kill enemies and made medicine for him by breaking her heart.

In the second life, she was the composer and he was blind. She donated a pair of corneas to him, giving him light.

In the third life, she was a pilot and he was the richest man who retired from the army and went into business. In this life, she protected him and gave birth to children for him.

After going around for three lifetimes, we are finally together for a lifetime!