On the last day of August in the eighteenth year of the Dayu Dynasty, the sun was just right in the capital.

"Miss, when the slave went to buy this morning," Xiaobei was very skillful in his hands, and without pause, he pulled out a beautiful hair bun style for An Xi, fixed it with a gold-dotted hairpin, and brought over a big tray, in which there were more than a dozen pairs of earrings that matched the clothes properly, let An Xi choose by himself, "I saw that the bodies of Bai and An Jinxiu were covered with white cloth and carried out of the door, and there was not even a coffin."

An Xi rubbed her eyes when she heard this, and didn't reply, but her mind moved-somehow, An Xi was originally determined to get rid of An Jinxiu in one fell swoop, but after she really died, there was a lot more unbearable in her heart.

Maybe it's because she has something to do with me and me, and it's the original owner of the misery that she killed, not me. An Xi thought.

Self-deception hides the real reason, the one she knows.

An Xi covered her chest with her hands, and she always felt some strange palpitations today.

Although An Jinxiu was born by drugging Prime Minister An Cheng when the Bai family was still a servant, it has been fifteen years of father-daughter relationship today...... Prime Minister An agreed to the proposal of the Seventh Prince without hesitation, and let his daughter die in such a disgraceful name, and perhaps it would become the talk of the nobles in the capital after dinner.

What's more, Anxi really feels that those reasons are for outsiders to see.

The maidservant who waited in the prime minister's room back then was the prime minister's roommate, and was responsible for the prime minister's private life when the prime minister was not married.

Large families are usually made up of such a girl, and most of them will give a name after marrying a wife... The prime minister just wants to win a reputation for not accepting concubines and respecting his wife... was so ruthless that he gave up the Bai family's life directly.

An Xi knew that she was a little cheap, but she inevitably felt cold.

Does the prime minister really love his family so much? When one day he or An Rui needs to sacrifice for the good name of the prime minister, will Prime Minister An treat his children like An Jinxiu and Bai?

Alas, looking at the clear sky above Qingxi Pavilion, An Xi actually felt a little gloomy in the hot summer.

In An Rui's residence next door to Qingxi Pavilion, there have been some smashing sounds and shouting sounds since yesterday, which lasted until late at night, disturbing An Xi.

It finally stopped overnight, and this morning it began to get noisy again, and it was even mixed with the sound of An Rui swinging the leather whip on the concubines, and the screams of the concubines came and went, constantly crashing into An Xi's head.

An Xi, who was lying on the rocking chair early in the morning, originally wanted to take a good break in the yard and relax the mood of circling with Yu Yi'an every day, but he didn't expect to have to endure An Rui's noise.

Phew! Anxi has looked down on the person who is incompetent and angry with his spouse the most in his life!

Pushing away the clouds and mist served by Xiao Nan, An Xiaoshuang lifted the woven rocking chair under him and threw it over the wall, "Shut your mouth for me!"

As the sound of the rocking chair landing in the courtyard next door after a few seconds, the world returned to calm, listening to the hurried closing sound of the door coming from next door, An Xi ordered Xiao Nan with satisfaction, "Go and pick up the chair for me."

So in this slightly noisy early morning, An Xiaoshuang finally got his wish and took advantage of the cold.

"Miss, there's a man outside the house who claims to be your friend, asking to see you." The housekeeper asked for instructions at the door of Qingxi Pavilion decently.

Friend? Could it be Yu Yi'an?

No, it's not the black-hearted thief. If he wanted to come to him, there was a housekeeper who passed on the kung fu at that time, and others had already arrived in the courtyard.

That... If you are a man, you can only be the little son of the Qin family.

What a hassle.

As far as An Xi knows, the son of the Qin family has been serving in the army for a long time, and today is not a day off, so he will never come to him so idlely.

It seems that this son of the Qin family is also an incompetent second-generation official, full of thoughts about how to make meritorious contributions, only thinking about how to consolidate his position through marriage.

"Please come in."

The butler whispered yes, and trotted all the way to the gate to lead people.

A quarter of an hour later.

An Xi sat boredly on the main seat in the front hall of Qingxi Pavilion and waited for Qin Gongzi, still silently thinking about how to refuse today's invitation.

She didn't like such a boy the most, he was quite city-minded but too shallow.

It's better to be Yu Yi'an...... Wrong wrong! What do I think of this?

An Xi, who realized what he was thinking, quickly shook his head, it was too.

The sound from the front of the hospital pulled An Xi's thoughts back, An Xi stared at the stranger intently, and his body that had been practicing martial arts for many years reflexively entered a state of alert. She always thought this man was very strange.

I can't tell you what is strange.

"Under the Ming Peili, Miss An, Xiaosheng is polite." Ming Peili opened her mouth lightly, and her soft voice fell into An Xi's ears.

Sure enough, the voice is like his person, Ming Peili's voice is warm and soft, which matches his appearance very well, and he feels like a soft and weak scholar.

An Xi suddenly thought, then Zheng Xian should be like this, right? She didn't like this type of man who wasn't strong at all.

It's better to... Stop.

"Who are you? I don't think I know you." It's no wonder that An Xi is rude, she really doesn't know this Ming Peili who came to the door rashly.

At first, An Xi thought that this Ming Peili was the male number three who the original owner didn't let her remember, but seeing that Ming Peili was also a slightly detached attitude, coupled with Xiaobei, who was very perceptive on the side, she didn't say anything to remind her, she judged that the two should be the first time they met.

......

Ming Peili kept signaling An Xi to retreat left and right with her eyes, and the woman sitting on the main seat was dodging her gaze as if she hadn't seen anything, and Ming Peili was so anxious that a thin layer of sweat broke out slightly - why is this girl so stubborn?

「... Shuck flying the plane."

What the?

....... He was talking about Shuck who flew the plane? The feeling in An Xi's heart was about to come out, and she felt a hot current in her eyes surging up, becoming moist. Will it be what she thinks?

An Xi walked down the steps and stood still in front of Ming Peili. She saw that Ming Peili's eyes were full of nervousness and expectation, and she knew that she must be the same.

She finally knew where the strange thing came from.

His hair.

His hair was not like that of ordinary ancient men like Yu Yi'an Qin Ayang, who usually had long hair no less than that of a woman, tied up with ribbons or hairpins. And the hairstyle of Ming Peili in front of him is the medium-length hair of a modern man, the kind of length that can barely be netted for a small tweet. This kind of hairstyle seems to be very common in An Xi's opinion, but it is out of place in ancient times, so An Xi didn't reflect it for a while...... Could it be said?

Shuk who flew the plane... Beta ...... to drive a tank That's enough for her, isn't it?

Turning his head and signaling Xiaobei to retreat, after Xiaobei intimately brought the door to the two, An Xi hesitated and moved his lips. His eyes were full of anticipation and he looked at the man in front of him. She felt that her ecstasy was about to be uncontrollable.

「...... Beta who drives a tank?" An Xi's voice unconsciously carried a hint of trembling. A tear of relief or joy slid down her cheek.

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" Ming Peili said the same thing three times in a row, and the light in his eyes seemed to be lit up, and An Xi felt that the light stabbed his eyes.

Oh, it turned out to be my own tears.

The two of them cried with joy and couldn't help hugging each other. An Xi felt that her whole body was trembling, and it was as if you were wandering around in a distant country, and you couldn't understand a word of what the local residents were saying, and when you looked up, you suddenly met a compatriot.

You must know that in their time, their nation is the most united, and compatriots in other places can huddle together to keep warm, and compatriots in other places are not allowed to hold together to light bonfires?

"How did you get here? How old were you when you came? What did you do in your previous life? How are you doing?"

Without waiting for An Xi to answer one by one, the person in front of him started the next round of questions by himself, and An Xi's words that had come out of his throat were swallowed back alive.

"I tell you, I felt your presence when I walked outside your door, isn't God magical? Do you feel that way?"

"Hmm~ Your chef's cooking is really delicious," Ming Peili said as he sandwiched a large amount of chopsticks and fish-flavored shredded pork, "You taught them all this dish, right?" You love spicy food. By the way, do you think you are still used to living in Beijing? If it's good, I'll stay in Kyungsei, and it's convenient for the two of us to take care of each other. Also, if there is anything interesting in your capital, you have to take me with you when you go back! Don't you know, I have been going all the way from Jiangbei to the north and south, and I have never found the house I want, so I am relieved to meet you, otherwise I would have planned to continue to walk outside the Saiwai."

An Xi really felt that his joy of meeting his relatives was diluted in the chatter of the man in front of him. One day, Ming Peili and Qin Abai should really be asked to meet, either the two of them hit it off at first sight, or they dislike each other's words. Anxi felt that the latter was more likely.

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Frost Immortal Pavilion in the capital.

Yu Yi'an clutched the note that had just been removed from the pigeon's leg, and his slender hand was full of green tendons, with a hint of imperceptible trembling.

The paper clearly read, "The young lady met the strange man Ming Peili, the two hugged and cried, and the front hall had a meal together"

Why? Why is his little Anxi always like this? It's obviously the best for Anxi, isn't it? He gave all his care, all his love, all his spoiling.

Why did you get the news that An Xi was close to other men?

Why is it that in exchange for Anxi's increasing estrangement from herself...

Yu Yi'an really didn't know what he had done wrong. The two of them grew up together, and Anxi was really happy when they got along, and she didn't cheat. She used to drink with herself under the moon, she used to laugh beside her, and she used to do evil in front of her eyes...... Those memories are all true, aren't they? It's never been your own wishful thinking, has it?

Anxi has always understood the meaning of Shougong Sand, and has always known her own mind.

Is this how she throws her mind on the ground and tramples on it at will? The night before, he hugged himself and him, leaving a mark on his lips, and the next day he was going to hug another man and cry?

Yu Yi'an thought that he knew An Xi, and he thought that she was by no means the kind of amorous woman, and she was definitely not the kind of woman who was unkind.

But the note in his hand was like a fire stick, and Yu Yi'an's burning hand hurt.

But he has no one else, he only has Anxi.

He is selfish.

Anxi can't leave, whether she wants to or not.

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The next day, Huazhang Academy.

An Xi walked into the hall with a happy mood, wearing a red dress dancing with An Xi's movements, usually the long hair coiled on the top of the head, which is rare today scattered at the shoulders, only a part of the hair on the top of the head is braided into a beautiful pattern. A few golden hairpins seem to be irregularly decorated in them, but they add a little seductive meaning to An Xi's lazy hairstyle.

The red cloth and long black hair are intertwined, fluttering in the air in the same rhythm, and the people who watch it are refreshed.

The most noteworthy thing is Anxi's makeup, in order to cushion the aggressiveness of the facial features on weekdays, Anxi will only use the lightest fat powder to slightly mention the complexion, but today it has made a ten-out change.

Today's makeup has never been worn by any daughter, even the royal daughter. The cosmetics production process of the Dayu Dynasty is not very perfect, and the fat powder made is either too saturated and applied to the face like a monkey's buttocks, or the saturation is too low, and it is the same as not melting.

The eyebrow powder, pink brown eyeshadow, reddish-brown eyeshadow, brown liquid eyeliner, warm red lipstick, and highly moisturizing matte foundation on Anxi's face are all high-end colors that people have never seen in ancient times.

And these are all from Anxi's new friend - Ming Peili.

After several hours of in-depth conversation yesterday, An Xi learned that Ming Peili was the international Chinese makeup artist named Jack in her previous life, and she had also taken photos with herself in her previous life. Jack is a man of the year in the entertainment industry and fashion circle, and the cosmetics he researches are in a class of their own, not on sale or produced, only for private use, and those who can afford to hire Jack are at least the most well-known first-line actresses in various countries.

An Xi didn't think it was strange at the time, no wonder Ming Peili had that familiar feminine energy, which was the feeling of styling in a hair salon!

Through a friendly exchange between An Xi and Ming Peili, she succeeded in acquiring all the treasures newly created by the great stylist in this era. Although limited by the lack of raw materials, the quality of these cosmetics is naturally not as good as the quality of modern cosmetics, but compared to those cosmetics of this era, they are already super-god-like existence.

With a wave of Miss An's hand, a fat powder shop in Xishi has begun to be renovated - just kidding, with Ming Peili in hand, she will definitely become the richest person in the capital in time, and women's money is the hardest to earn, and it is also the best to earn.

Every time An Xi thought of this, she smiled with satisfaction.

How did she know that any of her happy or happy expressions now, in Yu Yi'an's eyes, was a real hammer for her betrayal of her feelings?