Leng Fengqing evaded pursuit all the way and almost died in the hands of the iron guards several times. She was wounded and escaped. Then she saw that the capital was approaching and could not enter. The iron guards were guarding near the city gate, waiting for her to fall into the trap.

She was about to give birth and had no strength to kill anymore, but it was not that easy to find a safe place to give birth. Finally, she climbed to Snow Wolf Peak. She knew that there was a temple on Snow Wolf Peak and there were monks in the temple.

She could place the child in the temple and then fight with the Iron Guard.

But before she reached the temple and reached the top of Lone Wolf Col, the child was about to be born.

A woman gave birth to a child in the ice and snow, with nothing to grow, and her physical strength was almost exhausted. The child was not born for a long time, and she was tortured to death. She held on with every breath, but she was desperate in her heart because she was born here.

, how to survive?

But even if there was a glimmer of hope, she had to persevere. In all the painful moments, she persisted with her blood feud, thinking of tearing Yan Zhiyu into pieces, holding him breath after breath.

Finally, after almost two hours of pain, the child was finally born. Even the umbilical cord was cut with a sword, and she was wrapped up in her outer clothes. Then she lost all strength. This time, I really felt that life was changing bit by bit.

Disappeared point by point.

She held the child in her arms and looked at the child's face greedily. She was so heartbroken that she couldn't even breathe. She had no strength left. Could she still escort the child to the temple?

In the ice and snow, even the cry could not be heard. She tremblingly touched the child's face and murmured desperately, "Could it be that you were just born, took one look at the world, and then wanted to die with me?"

The child didn't even cry. Her cheeks turned purple from the cold. She cried silently. After taking a short rest, she slowly stood up and continued walking forward with the child in her arms.

As long as he takes one step closer to the temple, the child will have some hope of salvation.

In the white snow, there was a long streak of blood, which was bright red. The smell of blood spread far and wide.

In the end, she couldn't hold it anymore and fell down not far from Lone Wolf Col. She used her last bit of strength to give all her clothes to the child, except for the inner lining, and wrapped him up. Before she died, she

There is only one obsession in my heart, and that is to keep this child alive.

But the overwhelming hatred that swept over her made her stare at the sky with resentful and unwilling eyes. If she couldn't avenge this revenge, how could she have the face to go to Jiuquan to see her relatives? How could she abandon her child?

In this world of ice and snow?

The wind blew the blood far and far away. On the Snow Wolf Peak, snow wolves appeared, chasing the smell of blood. They found it all the way here, and the child finally let out a cry...

Yuan Qingling slowly opened her eyes, tears were already streaming down her face, and her heart ached beyond words.

All the tragedies she has experienced in her life, as well as all the misfortunes experienced by the people around her, are not as good as Leng Fengqing's misfortune.

When she woke up, she still couldn't get out of Leng Fengqing's role immediately. She was sure that what she captured was Leng Fengqing's consciousness. Her pain and hatred were not reduced at all, and they were all devoted to the newborn child.

Although the fourth master cannot detect all her memories, as the princess said, the pain and hatred have already penetrated deeply into the soul. The fourth master can sense and capture them, and some fragments will appear when she returns to her dreams at midnight.

She is not going to delve into whether the soul exists now, but it is certain that after death, the consciousness still exists, but it wanders away from the body and is attached to a certain place, perhaps looking for a suitable carrier to reappear in the world.

The fourth master also slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes, but he looked extremely confused. He looked at Yuan Qingling intently, then took out a handkerchief and handed it to her, "You cry

Did you? Who bullied you?"

Yuan Qingling took the handkerchief, wiped the tears on her face, shook her head, and said with a heavy nasal voice: "I'll tell you later."
Chapter completed!