The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.

In the fourth year of Yanxi, in the twilight of spring, the weather under the mountain was so warm that it was changed into a light spring shirt, but the mountain still needed to wear a windproof coat to go out and walk...... Otherwise, that's what happened to me, right?

Pulling together my clothes, I leaned against the flowers and vines in the small courtyard, squinted my eyes and basked in the sun, picked up a pickled candied fruit and stuffed it into my mouth, driving away the bitter taste of Chinese medicine in my mouth, and occasionally coughing lightly, but it was not as serious as when the wind and cold suddenly occurred a few days ago.

Before you know it, you've been here for three years.

I still remember when I first came here three years ago, I was as confused as dust, I just felt that the world was big, but there was no place for me...... Thinking about it now, it's ridiculously naïve.

What are the hurdles in life that you can't get over? It just takes time.

Some people, some things, might as well forget about them.

My mind was calm, undisturbed, and carefree – I felt calmer than I had ever been.

At least on the surface.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Qingyue's male voice came from far and near, babbling but full of vitality, even if it disturbed the quiet, it also taught people not to bear to be harsh, "Mr. Yan has sent a letter!" ”

I put my fingers up, pressed them to my lips, and made a silent motion, and the young man who rushed towards me with a letter quickly stopped, covered his mouth in understanding, and nodded vigorously, his cheeks flushed to the ground, and he was flushed with the blush of exercise.

"Reckless, don't fall." I laughed and reprimanded him, took the letter, and sent him to the side to drink water and rest.

"Your Highness, in addition to the letterhead, Manager Yan also sent someone to send two paintings, which were placed on the table in the study, saying that they are portraits of the good family, and I ask you to take the time to take a look!" After pouring a few mouthfuls of water, the idle young man opened the conversation box again, and the action of opening the letter in my hand paused, and I had to reluctantly open the letterhead, quickly scan the contents, sighed in my heart, and couldn't help shaking my head and smiling bitterly.

It's been so long, why hasn't Aunt Ke given up yet?

This time, I don't know which family Xiao Langjun has harmed again, so I still found an opportunity to talk to her and teach her to send everyone home, so that she didn't have to delay others.

Thinking like this, I heard him say again: "I asked the eldest sister who sent the letter, there is another major incident in Guanlan City recently!" ”

"Oh?" I answered casually, but I had already pricked up my ears and waited for him to continue.

Just the three words "Mission Hills" can easily tug at my heartstrings - I hate myself for still living in the shadow of that person, and I still can't break free from this uncontrollable emotional manipulation.

I can pretend that nothing is happening, but I can't control my heart.

"The third prince of the Lintoe Kingdom who is stranded in our capital is going to marry into the palace and be a noble monarch for His Majesty!" He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, but he didn't expect his voice to be loud, even if he suppressed his voice, it was like a thunderbolt in my ears, which made my brain dizzy, "The auspicious day is half a month later!" ”

- The third prince, as I remember, was a proud boy, good-looking, straightforward and cheerful, quite likable.

She's going to marry him?

Will she like him?

Should be...... Yes.

But it doesn't have anything to do with me.

Ignoring the young man who had talked to himself again, I folded the letterhead, closed my eyes, and continued to bask in the sun.

The boy was an orphan who was picked up, so I named him Xiao Spoon, and he followed me as a little servant serving tea and water.

In the past three years, he has served my daily life, although he seems clumsy, but he is very reliable, but sometimes he is too nagging, even if no one pays attention to him, he can chirp for a long time - probably because of this, he taught the Zen master to send me to me.

According to her original words: You always stuff yourself in one place and don't make a sound, sooner or later you will suffocate, there is a babbling boy to relieve your boredom, save yourself from being lonely and unpopular, and one day you will be stuffed into stone!

And the place where I am is is the Lingjue Zen Temple, which was originally worshiped to the heavens.

I came here just to think about the relationship between Konghui and the former emperor, and she was my aunt by blood; If you want to find a quiet place to avoid the crowds, the royal temple is indeed a good choice.

Other than that, I didn't expect to meet an unexpected person here, a person I thought would have died a long time ago.

The moment I saw her, I thought I was dazzled.

The man was wearing a gray coarse linen Buddhist robe, green silk to the waist, no long ornaments, an old dark pink scar from the corner of the right eye to the corner of the mouth, but the eyebrows and eyes were full of dust and peace.

- That's Kwong Xiqing.

It turned out that she was not dead.

With a broom in her hand, she unhurriedly swept the peach petals that fell on the bluestone road, carefully returning them to the soil at the root of the tree, and her movements were skillful and meticulous, obviously not the first time she had done so.

I didn't expect that an emperor would be reduced to this - but looking at her appearance, it is clear that she is willing.

Hearing the movement, she stopped what she was doing, raised her eyes to me, and after a slight pause, she showed a smile that was innocent, clean and pure, without a trace of dust, nor with a trace of resentment and pain, as calm as if she had seen a ...... Inconsequential strangers.

Looking at her smile, I only felt a pain in my heart, tears uncontrollably pouring out of my eyes, but I didn't know what I was sad about - shouldn't I be happy to see her safe and sound?

But why, there is a dull pain in the heart......

"Han'er? Or rather, should I call you...... Jane Heart, right? In the hazy eyes of tears, I saw her leaning the broom under the tree casually, slowly walked to me, raised her hand to wipe away my tears, but at the last moment withdrew her hand, patted the dust on her hands, and sighed with a smile, "Don't cry, my hands are stained with dust, but I can't help you." ”

"Y-You know everything?" I knew I must be stupid now, but I couldn't care about the tears on my face, so I wiped my face with my sleeve and stared into her eyes, trying to see some clues from her, trying to judge what she meant and what she really meant—she found out who I was, right?

Knowing that I am a ghost of a dove occupying a magpie's nest, and even causing her to lose her throne and disfigure, what will she think of me? And what will be done?

Reprimand, vent dissatisfaction, or ...... What about revenge on me?

I'm not sure.

"Actually, I should have found out a long time ago, after all, you and Han'er are too different in temperament." Seeing that I was so nervous that I couldn't speak, she smiled slightly, and her smile was full of wistfulness and nostalgia, but not the anger and hatred I expected, which made me secretly relieved.

"However, you will fall in love with Kwong Xixi, which I didn't expect." Her next sentence taught me to put down my heart and suddenly lifted it again.

I ......wanted to apologize and explain, but I felt that words were so pale and powerless that they could not make up for the mistakes I had made, nor could they compensate her for what she had lost, so I could only remain silent.

"Jian Xin, why did you fall in love with Kwong Xixi?" She raised her hand and brushed away a peach petal from my shoulder, and opened her mouth gently, softening the hideous scar on her cheek.

“…… I do not know. I didn't think about this question, but I overturned my answer after being sad and disappointed again and again.

What is cold and noble, gentle and considerate, it is just her hypocrisy to play the personal guard Jiang Zhuo in order to get close to me...... And then all the things that happened, no matter how she made a persistent and affectionate appearance, how did she teach me how to believe in her sincerity?

With such a her, what is there to be worthy of my devotion and unswervingness?

But no matter how much I admonished myself and restrained myself, as soon as I touched those eyes, that smile, or even a strand of hair hanging from the person's sideburns, I could not extricate myself, and I had nowhere to escape, but to keep my eyes fixed on her for a long time, and there was no room for anything else in my heart.

I guess she's my fate.

"Don't feel embarrassed, I don't mean to blame you," Kuang Xiqing smiled clearly, and then looked at me fixedly, and the smile gradually faded, "Emotional matters, there is no reason at all, just as I can't figure it out, why does Han'er, that stupid child, fall in love with me alone?" ”

She looked at me as if looking for an answer, and I couldn't give her the answer she wanted.

- After all, I am not Kuang Xihan himself, I am not the Ling King who loves her deeply, and I am not the Han'er she misses in her heart.

"Actually, I realized it early on, but I didn't dare to believe it, and I didn't dare to verify it, no matter what, I had a little hope - my Han'er is still in this world. But when you pounced on me to block the arrow for me, I had an epiphany: you are not her. The Han'er I loved and loved me deeply was already dead and killed by my own hands," she clearly still had a faint smile on her face, but there was a sadness lingering in her eyes, so heavy that it seemed to crush the whole person, "If she didn't like me, she would still be the proud and wanton princess, the successor prince, and the lord of the world...... If she is reluctant, no one can hurt her half a point. ”

"It's a pity that in this world, there has never been a relationship that can be controlled, let alone if." Thinking of the speculation about the original owner of the body, I can't help but empathize - yes, Kuang Xihan may not know what the imperial sister did, but she has always endured it and connived at it, and in the end, even if she lost her life for this, she never regretted it at all.

There may be resentment and pain, but isn't it a desperate decision?

- Since you can't be together in life, then you have to remember me firmly, think of me day and night, and carry love and guilt for me all your life, and you can never get rid of me again.

You are my calamity, I am your nightmare.

I think this is what Kuang Xihan thought when he calmly drank that bowl of □□.

"Yes, falling in love is falling in love, for no reason, and there is no way to retreat, because in this world, there is never an if." She smiled softly and took a half-step forward and stroked my hair, as if she was looking for someone else through my shadow.

I knew she was thinking about Kwong Xihan, so I didn't move, and her eyes fell on her face with affection—I turned my eyes as if I saw a corner of my clothes flashing behind a tree in the distance, and when I looked closely, I couldn't see anything.

Xu is an illusion.

As she stared at my face for the traces of another person, I didn't think of someone else through her...... It's just that I don't want to admit it.

"But, Jian Xin, you don't have to blame yourself, and you don't have to regret it—you're not Han'er, and you don't owe me anything." I'm now between Kwong Xiqing's eyebrows, and she can see my eyes as long as she lowers her eyes, and I can just see my own reflection in her eyes—those are faces that don't belong to me, even if I'm used to the squeamishness, sensitivity, and sickness of this body, and I won't stand in disobedience and stunned in front of the mirror for a long time, which can't erase the fact that I have seized this body.

"Your throne was taken away by Jiang Zhuo." I lowered my head and avoided her eyes, only to feel that my heart was so heavy that I was about to breathe under such complicated eyes.

"This throne doesn't belong to me in the first place," she waved her hand indifferently, but said very seriously, "Besides, if you really want to talk about it, it's Jiang Zhuo's, why do you want to take the fault on yourself?" ”

I didn't want to explain more to her, but insisted: "What Jiang Zhuo owes you is what I owe you." ”

- No matter what happens, whether I break up with Jiang Zhuo or not, in my heart, I have long believed that she is my partner and the only person I love.

"Heh, you, this is the same as Han'er," she frowned, looked at me helplessly, and finally smiled and sighed faintly, "...... It's all silly kids. ”

I couldn't refute it, so I had to smile wryly.

"Escape is a coward's choice, remorse is the shackles of a loser - it was only after I lost my most beloved that I finally understood." She shook her head, turned around without hesitation, walked to the tree, picked up the broom, and continued to sweep it up again and again, accompanied by the sound of brushing, the elegant voice that was not stained with dust floated slowly, "I stay in this Lingjue Zen Temple, not only to pray for Han'er, but also to petition in front of the Buddha every day - I wish to be reincarnated for eternity, in exchange for a lifetime, to be able to fall in love with her, this is my greatest wish in this life." ”

I watched her silently, gradually walking away, as if gradually walking out of my life, from now on, I no longer have to bear the identity of Kuang Xihan, I don't have to blame myself and feel guilty to face her - I should be relieved, relieved, but for some reason a little more stunned.

If I hadn't met Jiang Zhuo first, would I have liked her?

…… Perhaps.

But that's another story.

"This is my cause and effect." She said, "Jane Xin, I've let go of ...... What about you? ”

The sun was warm, shining brightly in people's hearts, thinking back to what Kuang Xiqing said to me, I finally made a decision.

opened his eyes, stopped the chatter of the little spoon, handed him the letter sent by Yan Ke, and instructed: "Give a message back to Manager Yan, and say that this king knows—besides, go pack your luggage, and let's go to Guanlan." ”

"Huh? Your Highness is going back! Well, Mr. Yan is so happy! Let's clean up! Spoon happily ran away.

Looking at his carefree figure, I couldn't help but hook the corners of my mouth - for three years, I have been looking for an answer, but to no avail.

Will there be any difference when I go to Guanlan this time?

I don't know, but there is a faint expectation in my heart.

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