Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

Gu Panxia held her head and listened to the howling north wind.

Although Lu Yuan's expression was indifferent, the sadness in his eyes was extremely obvious in the dark night.

For his dead mother, and for his greedy grandmother who was about to be removed.

All human hearts are made of flesh, and his nature is no exception.

Mrs. Lu has loved him since he was a child and has given him the best. Even if Lu Yi sometimes scolds him, Mrs. Lu will yell at him all day long.

If he didn't know that, he might still respect her.

How great it would be if everything could be done from scratch!

Gu Panxia looked at him and said with a smile: "I once heard a saying that when I was a child, happiness was very simple. When I grow up, simplicity is happiness!"

Lu Yuan looked at her in confusion, but heard her mutter: "So, don't think so much! If you don't want to be an undefeated myth with heavy responsibilities, you can choose to be the ruthless leader of the Ziyun Sect. That identity Live in whichever identity makes you feel relaxed. If you don't like both, then abandon them all and be your truest self."

When you are alive, there will always be things that make you unable to control yourself or say things that you don't mean, but as long as you look away, everything will become a thing of the past.

Lu Yuan smiled with relief, "Compared to the undefeated myth, I would rather be the ruthless leader of the Ziyun Sect. I don't have to bear the responsibilities of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and I don't have to worry about the safety of the people. I am unrestrained, free, and can travel around the world. It's good. !”

If possible, he would rather abandon his identity as the young master of the Lu family and become his own free and easy leader of the Ziyun Sect.

The next morning.

The heavy snowfall last night not only broke all the branches around it, but even the roof of the ruined temple was covered with snow. As far as the eye could see, it was a plain color.

By this time, the wind had stopped, the heavy snow had turned into snow, and the thick fog had long since dispersed.

After a night's sleepless nights, Gu Panxia could still be active and active. Also awake all night long was Lu Yuan, but there was a faint cyan color in his eyes and an indescribable paleness on his face.

Zhao Bin said goodbye early, turned his horse around and walked in the opposite direction.

The four corpses on the ground had already been cleared away.

The group boiled water with snow cubes, washed themselves, and set off again.

With the attack from the Assassination Gate, everyone's vigilance was once again heightened.

Two days later, Qingyou Town.

When they stepped into a familiar place, Zhou and Gu Dahai burst into tears.

They went to the prosperous Kyoto, but lived a life that was worse than death. Returning to Qingyou Town so suddenly, both of them felt like they were returning to their hometown.

It was now approaching New Year's Eve, red lanterns were hung high on the road, and every house had put up couplets on red paper and black clothes early, making it a festive atmosphere.

"Dad, let's go home, go home!"

Mrs. Zhou held Gu Dahai's arm tightly and cried with joy.

Gu Dahai's heart, which he had been raising so high, suddenly dropped. This made him feel like a soldier who had gone to the battlefield and finally returned triumphantly, taking off his heavy armor. He felt tired but relieved at the same time.

"We will see Pandong soon!"

The son she had longed for many years would soon be able to see him, and Ms. Zhou suddenly felt a little nervous.

Gu Pandong was only three years old when they left. Now three years have passed and I wonder if his son still remembers them.

Soon, their family will be reunited, and their children will be by their side.

She suddenly felt uneasy in her heart, fearing that this was just a dream. When she woke up from the dream, she and her husband would still be living in that impoverished area where life was worse than death, living a precarious life.