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About half a month later, in Cang Lan County, which had been peaceful and calm for more than a hundred years, there were suddenly gongs and drums, and firecrackers roared in unison. A large group of people charged into the county town that had been peaceful for over a hundred years.

In this group of people, there was a young man sitting on a big horse. "This young man was in high spirits and had an imposing aura. He rode a horse at full gallop in Canglan County, and he looked quite proud of himself.

This young man was none other than the high school flower scout, Fan Wuji. One had to know that an ordinary High Scholar was enough to be a county magistrate. The position of a flower scout was even higher than that of an ordinary High Scholar. This group of people was sent by the imperial government to announce the good news.

"Navy Tide County. Two months later, I returned again. It really feels like a lifetime ago. " Fan Wuji sighed as he looked at the familiar streets and alleys of Cang Lan County.

After all, he had lived in Canglan County for three years. He was too familiar with everything here. At this time, many of Canglan County's neighbors had recognized Fan Wuji.

"Screech!" Isn't this the son of the Fan family? Is he the one who got the flower scout? "

"Shh." "Fan family brat, these words are not something we can say."

"Yeah. A High Scholar could delegate the County Magistrate's order. "This Fan Wuji is able to find flowers, he is much more noble than the High Scholar."

"Old Fan, what a blessing. He had such a wonderful child. "

"Old Fan, you've been dead for several years. It was her little girl. Sigh! Let's not talk about it anymore. It's completely devoid of conscience. "

"That county magistrate is really something." This Fantasy has come back. "He's in a lot of trouble."

Fan Wuji sat on his big horse, walking up and down the street. At the same time, people from the imperial court were opening a path for him on both sides. At this moment, he looked extremely majestic.

However, the longing in Fan Wuji's heart was growing more and more intense. His mind was filled with the tender, loving image of little Joan.

He shouted, "Left and right. In a small alley on Milky Way Street. It's my home. Little Joan. You wait for me. I got a bouquet and am back. "

Under Fan Wuji's command, he and his team immediately headed to the small alley on Milky Way Street. That was his home, with his three years of memories and her gentleness.

Not long after, Fan Wuji arrived in front of the low tiled building. Since the death of the scholar's father several years ago, his family had been on the move, moving from the vast courtyard to the low tiled buildings. For the past few years, he and Little June had relied on their father's meagre resources to make a living. When she was down and out, little Joan did not turn her back on him, but did a little work to keep the house going and keep him reading.

At some point, he had fallen in love with little Joan. Although he knew that this was just a space of reincarnation, he was happy and abandoned, and was willing to stay in this space with Little Qiong.

The flower seeker has arrived. The flower seeker arrived. "It's time to meet the flowerman.

The imperial court's yamen runners were firing their cannons and beating their drums, shouting loudly at the same time. This old way of doing things is called the Announcement. Only the top three rankers would receive special treatment.

Fan Wuji immediately jumped down from his large horse and excitedly walked into the low tiled room. He walked into the living room, but there was no sign of her.

"Little Joan. Husband, I am back. " Fan Wuji said as he quickly walked into the bedroom. The moment he entered the bedroom, he discovered a familiar yet unfamiliar petite figure lying on the bed.

There was a pool of dried dark brown blood on the bed. This drop of blood had dried up for a long time, and had already solidified into a clot. And above the clot of blood and the sound on the bed was Little Joan. It was none other than Little Qiong, whom Fan Wuji had been thinking about for a long time. Judging from her appearance, she should have been dead for quite some time. However, her clothes had been torn, as if they had been violated.

AHH!" Fan Wuji immediately roared at the top of his lungs. "He continued to roar, roar, and roar, but he could not find a single outlet to vent his anger.

"Little Joan. What's the matter with you? What's wrong? You're lying to me, right? You must be lying to me. I even dared to lie to my husband. Get up. "Little Qiong!" Fan Wuji immediately walked up a few steps, gently shaking Little Qiong's corpse.

At this moment, a guard with a saber heard the sound and immediately ran into the bedroom. The saber-wielding guard immediately saw this shocking scene. As for Fan Wuji, he was still shaking Little Qiong's corpse and roaring non-stop.

The sabre wielding guard slowly walked forward and pulled Fan Wuji up. He said in a clear voice, "Flower Seeker. A flower seeker. Wake up. He had been dead for more than three days. and the body starts to rot. "

"No. No. How could little Joan die? If everyone dies, she will not die, nor can she die. " Fan Wuji's face distorted as he roared, and then he fiercely pushed away the sabre guards.

After a long time! After a long time!

Fan Wuji gradually calmed down. He slumped down on the bed, stroking her bloody cheek as he said intimately, "Little Joan. Master will avenge you. After taking revenge, I will come and accompany you. Don't worry. Lil 'Qiong, hubby won't let you wait for me in the Underworld for too long. "

When the Saber Protector saw the crazed Fan Wuji, he immediately shook his head. He sighed in his heart, Fan Wuji was indeed a person obsessed with love. However, they were separated by heaven and earth. The two of them were already on a different path, and there was no way to continue their former fates.

The guard with the knife moved his mouth and thought for a while before saying, "Flower Prospector." The dead are the big ones. I know you're upset. But Madame had been dead for more than three days. We need to bury the lady. "0

When Fan Wuji heard this, he was silent for a long time. He reluctantly looked at Little Qiong's corpse. He seemed to be in the midst of a divine battle. In the end, he could only helplessly nod his head. Then he picked up Little Joan and walked to his grave in the hills outside the county.

He carried her for a long time before he reached the cemetery on the hill. He used his hands to dig a hole the size of a person. Finally, he solemnly put Little Joan's second corpse into the pit. Finally, after a long period of silence, he buried the pit.

Fan Wuji immediately left the tombstone. On the tombstone was written "The Tomb of his late wife, Fu Xiaozhong!" Fan Wuji will stand! "

Fan Wuji knelt in front of the tombstone for three days and three nights. He finally kowtowed to little Joan a hundred times. Little Joan's innocent figure and the scenes of him spending time with her flashed before his eyes like a movie camera.

"Little Joan!" Your revenge! I'll get it for you. After today, I, Fan Wuji, will have my revenge. No matter who. I had to cut his hand. I will, I will avenge you. If I, Fan Wuji, cannot do it, I will die from the five lightning strikes. " Fan Wuji knelt in front of Little Qiong's grave, kowtowing as he swore.

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