It was a sunny afternoon

Xixing Riverside, visitors are weaving, in March, catkins are flying, a little sad.

A Xin Niang in a brocade dress with pigtails, holding a string of sugar gourds in her hand, her face was full of excitement, and she was secretly moving, it turned out that she was playing hide and seek with the old mothers who were chasing her.

She hides in the backlight of the perspective behind a tree.

And the old mothers in front of the tree were so anxious, "Gong...... Xiu, Xiu, don't play, come out quickly, Madame should be in a hurry in a while. ”

Xin Niang was born with pink makeup, as cute and beautiful as a porcelain doll, and there is a pair of small dimples at the corner of her mouth, which contains something called happiness and carefreeness.

She was so excited that she tried her best to hold back a smile, and she couldn't help but feel a little proud when she watched those old mothers looking for her like headless flies.

The old mothers didn't find her, so they hurriedly looked elsewhere, and soon disappeared.

Xin Niang found that she had no time to play, and when she was about to go out, she swept her eyes and found that there was actually another person behind the tree.

It's a boy about two or three years older than her!

Xin Niang was born a noble person, and she was used to seeing too many beautiful clothes and beautiful and delicate things, but none of them could make her stunned.

Because this boy is so beautiful, so beautiful that it doesn't seem to be real, as if with a spell locks people's eyes, and he can't move at all.

The boy's gloomy gaze disdainfully said, "What do you see?" Get lost! ”

"My name is Chun'an, what's your name?" Xin Niang automatically ignored his unfriendliness, she was born happy, she also thought that the world was happy, but why was this boy unhappy?

The boy walked away, with a crisp pendant hanging from his waist, intricately carved, like a real dragon.

Almost subconsciously, Chun'an followed and repeated, "My name is Chun'an, what's your name?" ”

The boy didn't want to have any entanglement with her, and strode away, who knew if he couldn't take a step because his pants were pulled.

When I looked down, it was Xin Niang's pitiful little round face.

He was originally angry because he went to death row and killed a hundred death row inmates, but suddenly he was in a better mood, "Qi Ziyuan! ”

"Brother Ziyuan."

Chun'an only had time to scream like this, and the old mother and her subordinates who were looking for her flocked to her.

"Xiu, you're here, you're scared to death of slaves!"

"Xiu, Madame is looking for your ...... in a hurry"

Chun'an felt that something was loose in his hand, and the little boy who was so beautiful that he looked like a fairy child had disappeared into the crowd, and Chun'an cried.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to find Qi Ziyuan, I'm going to find him......"

Loud and vocal.

Attract the attention of those around you.

One of the neat old ladies hugged Chun'an and coaxed, "Xiu don't worry, we will send Qingju and Hongju to help you find it, if Xiu you make trouble here, everyone will look here, but it will cause inconvenience and it will be difficult to find." Why don't you go back to see your wife first, and then come back to you when they both find it, what do you think? ”

Chun'an still wanted to make trouble, but she keenly felt that these subordinate slaves seemed to be different from before.

Everyone had a sad look on their faces, that kind of grief that came from their hearts.

She's young, but she feels good.

She obediently followed the others back.

It turned out that the letter from the Chizhao Kingdom was officially declared to be a dependent state of Chu Feng, and the prince's brother was ordered to be sent to Chu Feng Kyoto, and Chi Zhao had to pay tribute to Chu Feng every year, and the specifications of the Chizhao royal family declined, and the rank of all members declined, and the emperor became a king......

Because of the danger of avoiding war, Chun'an and his mother were quietly sent back to Qingqi by King Chizhao to hide, and now the dust of Chizhao's continuous years of war has settled, and King Chizhao misses his favorite wife and daughter and wants to take them back to China.

Chun'an hadn't seen her father for a year or two, and it seemed that she had gradually forgotten his appearance, but the fairychild-like boy she had just met was imprinted in her heart.

"Brother Ziyuan, we will definitely meet again."

Certain.

But what she didn't know was that by that river, under that tree, in some dark corner.

The little boy looked at her as she was carried away by the family servants, with mockery and calculation.

"If you want to plot Chu Feng, you must first plot Chi Zhao, if you want to plot Chi Zhao, you must first plot from Princess Chi Zhao, you send someone to pass my information to the two Yahuan who came to her family to find it......"

A few shadow-like people responded: "Yes, His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

This year, Qi Ziyuan was only eight years old.