All the Planes Knelt and Begged the Villainess to be Humane Chapter 1314: Meng Po (Fifty)

"As long as you have firm beliefs and think about each other, you will be able to make it to the end. You see, uncle, he is an emperor, and because he has been thinking about Po Meng all the time, he even spread rumors that he is sick."

"And me, even if I have no memory, I don't want to like other people. When I saw you, I thought you were special."

"Mengpo Soup can make me forget all my memories, but it can't stop me from liking you again."

The two reincarnated again, Jiang Wenwen was full of confidence, while Mu Yu was taciturn.

Qianyan distributed soup to the two and watched them reincarnate.

"I didn't expect Jiang Wenwen to be so firm." Cui Pan, who likes to gossip, appeared at Naihe Bridge. Qianyan took a closer look, only to realize that this was an incarnation of Cui Pan, and was a little speechless.

Cui Pan shrugged: "I don't feel comfortable if I don't chat with you. Now I finally understand that people who come down from the world are so tired."

"They have a lot of questions."

"I won't talk about too many questions. I can't answer some questions."

"It's still easy to kill those generals. After drinking together, they will become brothers."

Cui Pan complained and said: "When will Emperor Jiang come down? He is going to come down. People in the Jiang Dynasty will definitely be very good at fooling around."

"We still have to wait, he will live to be ninety-eight years old." Qian Yan replied.

…

Under Jiang Youhuai's rule, the Jiang Dynasty gradually entered into a prosperous age, and his goals were being realized one by one.

Although there will never be a world without beggars, none of the people in the Jiang Dynasty did not worship him.

His old subordinates passed away one by one, which still made Jiang Youhuai very sad, thinking of those soldiers who died without seeing the unification of the world. In today's prosperous age, they also have credit for it, but they can't see it anymore.

That night, Jiang Youhuai had a dream.

What I dreamed about was the soldiers who died that year, and learned that their souls had not returned, and they forgot their identities.

When he woke up early in the morning, Jiang Youhuai arranged for people to revisit their old places, trying to use this method to remind the dead soldiers of their identities and return to their hometowns.

Later, Jiang Youhuai created a song for this purpose, called: Guilu Song.

It is adapted from the original battle song. The battle song is inspiring and exciting, and the leading song is warm and sad, with a bit of expectation and nostalgia.

He hoped that those soldiers who forgot their identities and lost their way could go home when they heard the tune.

In his spare time, Jiang Youhuai would always play this leading song in the palace.

He didn't know that these days, those soldiers who died and forgot their identities really heard a somewhat familiar tune and came to the palace. The purple energy on Jiang Youhuai's body did not hurt them.

When they saw Jiang Youhuai, they remembered their identities.

When Jiang Youhuai was ninety-eight years old, he felt that his life had come to an end. Looking back on his life, he passed away peacefully without leaving any regrets.

Qianyan had a feeling, looking not far from the Naihe Bridge, there unexpectedly appeared a bridge out of thin air, exactly like the bridge on which Jiang Youhuai often sat and played the piano in the palace of the Jiang Dynasty.

The bridge is there, the piano is there, and the people are also there.

When Jiang Youhuai appeared on the bridge, it was already the first time Qianyan had seen him. Looking at everything in front of him, he felt a little enlightened.

With a wave of his hand, three words appeared on the bridge body: Jiangdi Bridge.

Jiang Youhuai stood on the bridge, looking at the woman in red on the Naihe Bridge, with a smile on her face, and cupped her hands: "Miss Meng, I'm back."

If there are no accidents, I will stay here in the future.

"Just come back."

"I cooked a soup that is not Meng Po soup. You will never forget after drinking it. Would you like to try it?"

Jiang Youhuai appeared in front of Qianyan at once: "Miss Meng is so kind, I can't refuse."

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"Ms. Meng~IndoMTL.com~Is this chicken soup?"

"It's chicken soup with 3,000-year-old ginseng added, so what's the problem?" Qianyan asked, she is best at stewed chicken soup.

Jiang Youhuai: "It's delicious."

"This is what I do best."

Jiang Youhuai: "No wonder there are no other places."

"Miss Meng, I heard that there is a marriage stone growing in the underworld. I wonder if we have a chance to go and see it together?" Jiang Youhuai was a little nervous.

"Yes."

Jiang Youhuai was overjoyed, and took out a hairpin from his arms and handed it to Qianyan: "I got a piece of beautiful jade when I was in the world, but I didn't know what to do with it. Later, I made it into a hairpin. I always feel that it has an owner. Now it is Found it."

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