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Nine years of the Apocalypse. The unequaled prince Fei left Beijing and returned to his hometown Jiangnan, and then, he was called the Qian curtain and became the new head of the Qian family.

At that time, a young man in his early twenties, with a purple shirt and green eyes, had a faint distraction wrapped around his eyebrows, and he thought about people like this, and he was really praised as a fairy figure at that time.

But no one knows who this thinking about is it, and the young Jiangnan Lord is also puzzled, why his mind is locked behind the Zhu Gate, the lonely child.

He has been with Little Thirteen for seven years.

Is there any clothing in the cold weather, is there a bamboo mat in the hot weather, is there a greedy snack at night, is there a stomach ache in the bed, has he been taught to lead his mother's training, embroidered like chicken feet, has he been sad because he is gone, and tears have been sprinkled for three thousand miles.

This has become the biggest puzzle in the life of young people. Day and night of confusion, why year after year, she alone, is her own lingering.

So, the young man came up with a solution.

If you don't know, the past will reappear, Li Dai Tao stiff, and you can always find the answer like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

Then, the Qian family found the girl of Jiangning Weaving Mansion, the one of the Cao family who was born in the same year, the same month and the same day as Xiao Thirteen, who spoke softly and laughed lightly.

"It is said that the concubine Ben Siluo, willing to trust the arbor." The young man handed her a string of silk bracelets and smiled profusely, "I don't know if you are willing to solve my puzzle for me?" ”

Being watched by such demagogic green eyes, the girl of the Cao family blushed, and even if it was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, she also fell into it.

Then a house was built in the south of the Yangtze River, with a high house in Zhumen, which was exactly the same as the other residence of the Sheng Jingcheng family.

The girl of the Cao family was locked in. Like the daughter of the Cheng family who was born on the same day and month in the same year, except for the teacher who called Gongzi Fei, no one went in and out.

The ladies who were once held in the palm of their hands by their fathers and brothers became prisoners, looking up all day and night, the square sky cut out by the gorgeous patio, and the pupils were frozen by loneliness.

Three years, three whole years.

At that time, the only force that supported her was the young man who pretended to be a teacher to see her, and he asked her to call him Mr. and teach her some poetry and songs through a Suzhou embroidery screen.

Such an imitation of the game is vivid. It is the little thirteen who used to be the little successor of the imperial palace now, and the years that he has gone through with him.

The young man tried to solve it, and in the fantasy village that was created, across three thousand miles, Little Thirteen grew up, and he was still with her.

Until the outbreak of the palace change in April. Game over.

The girl of the Cao family was released from the house. Three years ago, she laughed and flew lightly, and three years later, her disillusioned eyes darkened.

So Jiangning Weaving Cao family found that their pearl in the palm of their hand had become a madman, and they would suddenly shout, and their six relatives would not recognize them, and they would also be foolish between their eyebrows, and they would see everything with the resentment of the fish dying and the net broken.

Nothing has changed. The Cao family began to hate her, the Qian family began to hate her, and the people of Jiangnan avoided her when they talked about the Cao family's daughter.

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Finally, the pearl in the palm of her hand became an outcast, and no one felt pity or weep for her.

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Qian Mu got up, the night of July was not cold, but the wind through the court was blowing cold.

He walked to the courtyard of the Sifang Pavilion, stretched out his hand and tore off a piece of silk climbing on the arbor, his slender fingertips flew around, and in a moment there was a string of bracelets in his palm.

"Take this to the temple and ask for a pillar of marriage incense." Qian Mu handed the silk bracelet to Su Qian, "Then burn this in the incense burner." ”

Su Qian took it and clenched his fists. Suddenly, I remembered that Cao Xigu also had a string of dodder bracelets on her wrist, and she was brought into the house where she had been locked for three years, brought into the palace of being a chess piece, and also brought into the end of this life.

Concubine Ben Siluo, willing to trust Qiao Mu, she finally bet on the right game and lost the person.

Late July. On this day, it is the day when the main money curtain of Jiangnan sets off and returns to his hometown in the south. At the same time, because Emperor Zhao Yin was going to enter the southern tour of autumn, the Qian family had to go back and prepare first, and there was a lot of officialdom in it.

"Master Qian, may the return journey be smooth and prosperous, and have a safe journey, please." After that, Liu Hui stood on the white jade platform in front of the Vermilion Bird Gate and raised a glass of wine.

Behind her, the civil and military officials and relatives of the emperor also raised their glasses to say goodbye to Qian Mu and his entourage, and persuaded the monarch to drink a glass of wine, and there was no one in Yangguan in the west.

Because Emperor Zhao Yin was still recuperating from illness, he just asked Liu Hui to toast an extra glass of wine, and the holy car was not present in person, and a series of grand and boring officialdom etiquette was also arranged comfortably by Liu Hui.

"Thank you, Queen. When the minister returns to his hometown on this trip, he will be ready for everything and welcome the autumn holy drive. "The money curtain drank in a proper manner, bowed three times, and said some beautiful words to pray for the saint to be safe as soon as possible.

Donggong Zhao Xixing stood on Liu Hui's right hand and rolled his eyelids quietly.

Qian Mu said goodbye to him again, Zhao Xixing looked at the top of the man's kneeling head, stretched out his hand, helped Su Qian up, and immediately retracted his hand: "Everyone, please get up." ”

Liu Hui glanced at Zhao Xixing. Everyone is watching, the dignified East Palace, is it too obvious?

Qian Mu didn't seem to care, patted the purple shirt, got up, approached Zhao Xixing, and grinned: "If you say that the saint is touring south, Xiao Thirteen also followed." Will Your Highness still be able to sleep well? ”

Zhao Xixing sneered and lowered his tone: "This hall will not be approved." Besides, there is no reason for the common people to follow the emperor on his southern tour. ”

Qian Mu shrugged: "His Highness doesn't seem to know much about Little Thirteen. Do you want to make a bet, she'll follow......"

"Absolutely, yes, no, yes." Zhao Xixing interrupted word by word.

"What is Your Highness anxious about? After more than a month, I will see. Qian Mu said unhurriedly, "But there is a sentence at the end, dare to say it to His Royal Highness." ”

After a pause, the purple-shirted man smiled playfully, and spread out in the jade-like pupils: "Little Thirteen, it's not something that Your Highness, a chick, can suppress." ”

Fish.

From a thirty-year-old man's fire, contempt, and defiance.

Zhao Xixing suddenly remembered that night when he fled from the battle, his fingertips pierced his palm, and the anger of the natural superior suddenly condensed into substance, but there was a faint sense of frustration as a man.

Liu Hui noticed something unusual, and even glanced at Zhao Xi: "What's wrong with the East Palace?" The subjects are all watching, but they are not feeling well? The face is so bad! ”

The eyes of the civil and military officials brushed over, puzzled or watching the play, and their bony eyes turned between Zhao Xixing and Qian Curtain.

The purple-shirted man had already looked away, put on the humble face of a courtier, and taught Zhao Xixing's fists to clench fiercely in the palace robe that others could not see.

"It doesn't matter. The head of the family should set off quickly, otherwise it will be bad if the auspicious time is missed, and the return date will not be smooth. Taking a deep breath, Zhao Xixing suppressed the fluctuations in his face.

Although it was only a momentary before and after, it was rare for the crown prince to lose his temper in front of him, so it attracted discussions about the palace, buzzing like mosquitoes and flies.

Zhao Xixing was silent, and he had his own heart weakness. After all, the saint could bear it, but as a man, he almost lost the battle.