In the world, there is a word called fate.

You can't see it, you can't touch it, but it's one of the most wonderful things in the world.

As long as there is fate, you can cross thousands of mountains and rivers and break through many obstacles, which is wonderful.

Qinghuan and I are probably like this.

When the gears of fate slowly turned, even if we went round and round, we still came together.

From the first time I saw Qinghuan, she was able to speak well and speak sharply, and she was speechless when she refuted the envoys of Nanzhao, so I said, this wild girl must not be provoked. Who knows, but the imperial grandmother gave her to me to be my princess Qi.

Women are dispensable to me, and even cumbersome, and they can't match the three-foot Qingfeng Sword in my hand. I feel a headache when I mention it.

Shen Linfeng and a few people coaxed me, and asked me to take them to meet the future Princess Qi, at that time, I just knew about the organization of the Flying Eagle Guard, full of fighting and killing, and I was not interested in Leng Qinghuan.

In March, when the wisteria flowers bloomed and the spring rain was raging, I pretended to be the Flying Eagle Guard, blended into them, tracked down the Golden Eagle Sect Master, and disappeared all the way to the Nanshan Nunnery. While he was looking around, Qinghuan, who had stayed in the nunnery and prayed for blessings, broke into the main hall.

I was in a hurry, so I could only hide behind the Nuwa stone statue.

Who knew that her sandalwood was actually dropped, and after it was lit, the fragrance was lingering, and I was drugged with her.

In the nunnery, there are many dangers, I can't tell whether this is a trap set by the Flying Eagle Guard, and I am secretly frightened.

Qing Huan heard the obscene words coming from outside the hall, and fled backwards in a panic, I was about to be exposed, in a hurry, I extinguished the candle flame in the nunnery, took Qing Huan away from the hall, and went straight to the back mountain.

Under the wisteria flowers, the warblers are singing and the swallows are crying, and the pomegranate flowers are raining, and the night is happy.

I asked her whose daughter she was, and her thin voice was staccato and staccato: cold... Qing...", and then shattered.

It's a pity that it was dark that day, and I couldn't see Qinghuan's eyebrows clearly, and I only remembered the red lotus mark in her heart in a flash of thunder.

I don't know that the peculiar red lotus mark turned out to be the palace sand of my daughter's family, only as a cinnabar birthmark, and I cherish it as a drop of blood in my heart.

Later, Qing Huan couldn't bear it and passed out. I sent her back to the nunnery, originally because I wanted to wait for her to wake up, ask for her identity, come to the door to ask for marriage, and be responsible for her. But as it happened, I saw the Golden Eagle Sect Master again at that time.

I have been tracking him for so long, and I finally have a clue about him, so I didn't care about the unconscious Qinghuan at that time, placed her in a side room, and left in a hurry. He followed Qi Jingyun out of the nunnery all the way and fought with him.

The two of us grew up together, and at that time I saw the clues from his martial arts and doubted his identity. But at that time, Qi Jingyun was far away in the Western Regions, and I denied my speculation.

At that time, Nanshan Nunnery was the only clue I had about the Flying Eagle Guard, and it was the only place of contact between them and the Nanzhao people. If I had been to Nanshan Nunnery and the news had leaked out, I would have been shocked. Who knows, where the night's acacia came from, was it the trick of the Golden Eagle Sect Master?

And the Nanshan nunnery is full of people from the Flying Eagle Guard, I can't run to check Qinghuan's identity with great fanfare, so I sent someone to pretend to be a pilgrim and ask the nun in the nunnery, and the people in the nunnery told me that the pilgrims who stayed in the nunnery were Aunt Jin and the second lady Leng Qinglang of the Xiangfu.

I didn't know that Qinghuan was also in the nunnery that night. So I preconceived that the person who went to Wushan with me under the wisteria flowers that night should be Lengqinglang.

I personally went to the Prime Minister's Mansion for verification, and I happened to see Qing Huan pushing Leng Qinglang into the water. Leng Qinglang's disheveled clothes, and the red lotus guarding the palace in her heart confirmed my conjecture, and there was no doubt that she was there.

I rescued Leng Qinglang, she was delicate and timid, and she looked like she was swallowing her anger. I only think that Qing Huan is a little too arrogant and domineering by virtue of her status as a concubine, and Leng Xiang's father obviously dislikes her, which shows that her usual character must be indescribable.

So I insisted on quitting the marriage and marrying again, but unfortunately I couldn't do it, and I only felt angry in my heart, and my rebellious heart was even heavier.

On the day of the wedding, Qinghuan committed suicide, and Fuzhong Langzhong was diagnosed with pregnancy.

Sharp-toothed, arrogant, frivolous and debauched, and vicious, that is all my initial impression of Qinghuan, how could I let such a woman enter the door and tarnish the reputation of my Qiwang Mansion?

It's just that because of the face of the Prime Minister's house, I didn't make a noise. This is the crime of deception, if she is not perfect, and the fact that she is unmarried and pregnant is exposed, this life, even if it is saved, will be over for a lifetime.

Compared with a life, I think that even if I am instructed by others, saying that I spoil my concubine and kill my wife, this sacrifice is worth it.

Looking at a person with an incomparably disgusting state of mind, no matter what she says or does, it is wrong. Even if she was stunned with a silver needle that day and saved my grandmother's life, I think she had other intentions. When she woke up from her coma, he couldn't wait to enter the palace and leave with her.

On the street, when she couldn't save the woman who had killed herself, she wept in grief and cynically questioned the onlookers, and at that time, my heart felt like a hammer.

I have been born in such a world since I was a child, men are inferior to women, and women are as big as the sky, and I don't think there is anything wrong with it.

But a woman who is so kind and outspoken should not be completely ruined because of her loss of virginity. So, I lied for the first time in front of my mother.

Now that I think about it, I believe that between people is an attraction of fate. Sometimes, a glance can be a lifetime

Probably, since that time, I have seen that Qing Huan's gaze has been different. It's just that I refuse to admit it, I've been struggling, I've been looking for her mistakes, and I'm looking for reasons why I can't like a woman who doesn't know how to cherish herself.

It's just that in the end, I still lost to her and lost to my own heart. I can't remember when the excitement came from. Because, every bit of getting along with her is a heart-pounding feeling.

She is like a dusty pearl, when the dust is wiped away, the bright brilliance is enough to eclipse all the people around her.

Step by step, she walked hard, but lived a wonderful life, stubborn and proud, bright and unassuming, real and not pretentious, and quietly conquered all the people around her with her unique charm, including me.

I realized that every time she approached, it was my expectation. My heart trembled as she ran her fingertips against my back, and I couldn't contain my joy when she spoke to me with her first words of reconciliation.

I pretend to be so calm every time, but God knows, when she comes to me, my eyes are full of gray colors.

Like is a grain of sand, slowly accumulating, my love for her, with every heartbeat, has unconsciously converged into a vast desert.

The first time I liked someone, I didn't understand anything, even I didn't understand, that's liking. I don't know the reason why I like her, I just know that she is the reason why I don't like others.

domineering wants to possess, does not allow anyone to look at her more, and does not want her to look at others more. So when I knew that Qi Jingyun actually took her to a place like Linlang Pavilion for fireworks, I was completely out of control.

The angry emotions deeply hurt Qinghuan, she cried presumptuously, aggrieved, and I knew that her pregnancy was not willing, but forced.

Seeing her hurt, I was annoyed and swore that in the future, unless she was willing, I would never ask another word, and the blood would uncover this scar that had not healed so easily. At that time, I began to look at my heart and knew that I was incorrigible for her.

I feel sorry for her, but I can't get over the hurdle in my heart, and I paradoxically want to find this man and break him into pieces.

Perhaps, it was my jealousy, my unwillingness, my narrow-mindedness, and my suspicion, so that Qinghuan felt sensitive and didn't dare to be open and honest with me.

Yes, and my attitude towards Leng Qinglang disappointed her.

I was completely disappointed in Leng Qinglang, especially when I gradually saw the methods she used to deal with Qing Huan, and I could no longer connect her with the woman in the nunnery that night.

But I still owe it to her, even if that night was not what I wanted, but I feel that she is already my person, and I have the responsibility to be responsible for her and give her stability and happiness for the rest of her life.

I can't be as ruthless as I did with Jin Yu, even if she made a mistake, I just warned her that as long as she kept to herself and didn't target Qinghuan everywhere, I was willing to leave her in the Qiwang Mansion. In the eyes of others, I must be indecisive and indecisive in dealing with Leng Qinglang, so Qinghuan will be resentful of me, right?

I never dared to confess, the night of Nanshan Nunnery, one of them was that Qinghuan had always hated Leng Qinglang, and she reacted so strongly to the Mid-Autumn Festival night, worried that she would be haunted.

The second is the Flying Eagle Guard. Qing Huan and Jing Yun walked intimately, and I couldn't tell her about these speculations and suspicions. I know Jingyun, he is smarter than me and Linfeng, and because of family reasons, he knows how to read words and feelings. A subtle expression can leak the wind.

The most important thing is my relationship with the Earl's Court.

What the Flying Eagle Guard committed was the crime of treason and collaboration with the enemy of the Nine Clans, and once it was verified, the entire Earl's Palace, dozens of people's lives, including innocent children, would not be able to escape responsibility.

I admit that I have selfish intentions, if I can, I will silently destroy the Flying Eagle Guard, keep quiet, do not return to my father, and leave a clean reputation behind Jing Yun.

Therefore, I have always been secretive about the matter of the Flying Eagle Guard and the Nanshan Nunnery, and I have not confessed to Qing Huan. I don't think it matters, who knows, it's the most important thing.

The two of them are clearly close at hand, but they are struggling to find each other.

is clear, has long been deeply rooted, but it starts from scratch.

By mistake, how many misunderstandings and twists and turns we have experienced. Now he can finally keep the clouds open and see the sun and the moon.

Qinghuan, wake up quickly.