Chen Sang woke up again in the autumn of the 17th year of Yuande. He was already dead. He was together for more than twenty years. When he was young, he worked hard and suffered serious injuries. He suffered too much physical losses. It was not easy to live until he was 60 years old. After he died, Chen Sang carried him into the coffin and hired someone to bury them in the soil and erected the tombstone. When he heard the movement outside, Chen Sang stopped drinking all the drinks at his hands.

But he came alive again. At this time, the Chen family had just been destroyed. Not long after he climbed up from the cliff, the news of his life had already reached the deposed prince Jing Yan in the capital.

Chen Sang didn't know whether it was a dream or a reality, so he lay in bed for three days. Fortunately, his original situation was too bad, so the people around him didn't see anything wrong.

It was not until Jing Yan replied that he looked at the familiar handwriting, which was no different from his previous life that he finally realized it.

He lived to the worst of his life, and some things were destined to be irreversible, and the only thing he was satisfied with was still good, safe and healthy in the palace.

Dozens of people were guarding inside and outside the courtyard, and Chen Sang couldn't even leave the door. He looked at the letter for a long time, but finally dipped it in thick ink, with a sharp and deep pen tip, "Of course I want to take revenge."

Chen Sang knew his nephew so well. If he was unwilling to take revenge, whether he wanted to go back to Beijing to find the truth or be disheartened and lived in seclusion in his name, Jing Yan would rather kill him by mistake than leave him with such a hidden danger in the world.

If it would have been a few days earlier, even Chen Sang couldn't help but think, but he felt that he was greedy for too much. In the past, he wanted to save so many things he wanted to save, his father, his sister, and the people from the Chen family were destined to be unable to do anything.

Since he wanted to take revenge, it would not work with such a face. Chen Sang woke up in his previous life and directly scratched his face and hoarsely. It was probably because of this that Jing Yan had been alert to him from the beginning.

On the fifth day, Chen Sang finally got up and opened the window, and said to the empty yard: "I want to go out."

Only one voice sounded, "I wonder what you are interested in?"

Chen Sang lowered his head, dipped his fingers in tea, drew two circles on the table, but did not erase them, and said casually: "Change another face."

Southern Xinjiang is the most chaotic place in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Even the wars are constantly occurring every year, the northern border is not as good as here. The chaos here is not frequent wars, but constant conflicts between villages. Southern Xinjiang has many mountains and rivers and fertile land. One mountain can support a group of people. In addition, it is troublesome and dangerous to go down the mountain, so a village has its own custom, and some even have different languages, which is originally safe. However, later neighboring countries intervened and provoked various villages, resulting in constant disputes.

In his previous life, Chen Sang returned to Beijing to report his duties with more than 100 villages that he had recovered from his posts, so he was praised by Emperor Yuande.

Chen Sang was impressed by one of the villages because the old witch inside would make a special mask with pig skin and cover her face, as if she had changed a person, and with the potion that could change the sound, she could hardly find the best.

In fact, Chen Sang didn't care much about his face, but he always remembered that for many years he was satisfied with it and felt sad for him.

He always felt that he shouldn't have done so.

Chen Sang learned that method and temporarily changed his face.

What happened later was no different from his previous life. He calmed down southern Xinjiang in advance and had something completely his own in his hands, so he almost rushed back to Beijing to report his work.

Emperor Yuande was the same as in his memory, but Chen Sang could no longer feel any gritting hatred. He had lived too long and had forgotten all his hatred, and only his love and love were left in his heart.

He was satisfied that he was not the headmaster of the Daming Hall at this time, and he was standing outside the hall. He was only in his early twenties at that time. Although he was smooth and transparent, he was still a little immature. His eyes looked straight and fell into the void where he didn't know where.

Chen Sang really wanted to look at him with satisfaction. That was his person, and he should have only looked at him.

Emperor Yuande talked with him about the southern Xinjiang affairs, and Long was very happy. In addition, it suddenly rained heavily outside. General Xia Xueqing, who came from southern Xinjiang, had no property in the capital. He still lives in the military camp in the outskirts of Beijing. It is said that life is extremely difficult. Emperor Yuande showed his grace and stayed in Chen Sang in the palace for one night. He glanced at him and ordered: "Satisfied, you can lead the way for General Xia and stay in Xicong Pavilion for one night."

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He brushed his heart in front of his knees and knelt down to answer the order. There was a little eunuch behind him to pack up the utensils for accommodation tonight. He held up a black umbrella, and his body was still thin, and his head was empty under his clothes. Standing in the rain, he bent down slightly and bowed. The umbrella was raised very high, and most of his body was in the rain. "Please, General Xia."

He looked at the strange General Xia, looking at him, as if life and death were passed by, thousands of emotions passed by in a flash and disappeared in a flash.

I thought I was confused.

It was early spring at this time. The hand of Shuxin steadily grasped the handle of the umbrella, but the fingertips were frozen blue and white. The rain was too heavy, and there was no one on the road, and the secret guards did not follow him. Chen Sang looked around and took the umbrella in Shuxin's hand unscrupulously. He grabbed Shuxin's sleeve and pulled it into his arms.

Suishi quickly reacted, his face changed, and Xia Xueqing was about to run into the rain without touching her, but she couldn't escape the strong Chen Sang.

He laughed in a low voice, the falsetto that he had learned was a little dumb, "What are you running away? Are you waiting for me to come back?"

This voice is very familiar. I have heard it countless times in my dream, but I can't believe it is true.

He was stunned and said harshly, "I don't know what General Xia said. I offended him so much. I hope the general will forgive me."

Chen Sang remembered that he looked at his back with satisfaction in his previous life and recognized it at a glance, and then he revealed the truth boldly and without fear of death. Why can't he recognize it this time?

He thought for a while and then understood that he had returned to Beijing after only a few years in his previous life, and some of his movements and behaviors remained unchanged. Later, he lived for decades, his right hand was broken, and he hunted for a long time, and his legs were not very good. The shape of his walking and behavior naturally changed drastically, and it was common for him to be satisfied and not recognize him for a while.

Chen Sang forgave Xingxin very leniently. He held an umbrella, and one hand was enough to catch the struggle Xingxin. He pressed the person under a lush tall tree, pressed his ears to tear the mask on his face, and whispered: "I'm back, your Chen Sang, come back."

Shuixin almost immediately burst into tears. He looked at Chen Sang blankly for a while, as if it was no different from his dream. While swallowing even more, he tried hard: "Who are you? I don't know you."

I couldn't help but secretly add, "Who knows if your face is real? Maybe this is also a kind of mask to deceive people?"

Chen Sang couldn't help laughing. He was probably too impulsive, too cautious and cautious, and wanted to maintain his reputation during his lifetime. He didn't even dare to recognize him. He kissed the corner of his mouth that was stupid and satisfactory, grabbed his hand and raised it up, "You can't you know if it's true if you touch it yourself?"

I still feel like I am dreaming because Chen Sang has long forgotten him and his sweetheart never belongs to him.

Chen Sang made up a lie to deceive him, saying that he had fallen in love with him for a long time, but he had no power and no power. Second, he was targeted by Emperor Yuande, for fear of implicating him, so he tried to pretend not to like him.

He said this not to make Xingxin like himself more, but to make Xingxin happier, even a little bit, it slightly filled the regrets he had in the past.

He was soaked all over, with red eyes and full of traces of crying. He was not a little happy, but a lot of happiness.

After a long time, I spoke gently, "What are you not implicated? I have liked you for a long time..."

He swallowed all the pain and struggles he thought Chen Sang had died, and did not say them at all. Now he offered all the best, sincere love.

Before leaving, Chen Sang gave a satisfying branch to pick it, surrounded by peach blossoms with buds and half-open and half-closed.

This flower replaced Chen Sang and stayed with her for two years.

In the third year, Chen Sang gave all his things to Jing Yan and came out of the palace with satisfaction.

Jing Yan disagreed without reason. Chen Sang was still stationed in southern Xinjiang, just looking at this place for Jing Yan and let him dispatch it, and never return to Beijing again.

Before leaving, Chen Sang said that he was with Xu Xin and was destined to have no descendants in the Chen family, so he chose a child from the secret guards, ranking 27th.

Chen Sang asked him if he would like to leave with him.

Twenty-seven is still a small Twenty-seven, shy and timid, but he asked him with anticipation: "Do you want to take me away, are you going to be my father?"

Chen Sang couldn't help laughing, "I want it

If you take you away, you will not only have one father, but two!"

Twenty-seven ran away with their two fathers happily.

Everything is fulfilled, no matter how fulfilled it is, no matter how happy it is.

But sometimes Chen Sang woke up in a dream, and would gently stroke his back and ask, "Have you had a nightmare?"

Chen Sang shook his head, "It's a good dream, no matter what, it's a good dream."

Even in the previous life, it would be a great life because of you.
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