I don't know why, but when I heard the story, I, a person who had almost nothing to do with the matter, felt sad in my heart. For a moment, I seemed to see the end of me and the Guardian. He and I take revenge on each other, and I am destined to be entangled with him.

The sky is dark, the tea is cold, and the princess who is beautiful into a painting is still lazy, and even her eyes are cool, "It stands to reason that I am even with him, and on the night Fang Baixue died, I didn't hate Wan Qishu at all." But I don't know why, he always felt that I owed him a lot, so I had to torture each other with him, and finally, you know, just this year, he went to my father with an undeniable attitude to ask me to marry into the Wan Qian family. ”

I was a little puzzled: "When the princess was thirteen years old, didn't Emperor Dongqi promise that if you failed to marry His Royal Highness King Chong'an and had to return to Dongqi, your marriage would be decided by yourself?" You can choose not to marry. ”

The person in front of him chuckled, and the laughter seemed to be contaminated with the smell of wine, giving birth to some infatuation, "Fang Baixue envied my father and the emperor for loving me and spoiling me, and never reprimanded me, but what she didn't know was that the princess also had the responsibility of a princess." For example, if a powerful prime minister uses national fortune as a bargaining chip to ask for a marriage, my father and the emperor cannot but agree. In addition to this, there is another reason......"

"What else?"

She smiled, looked at the gradually dense snow outside the window, and her eyes seemed to fall to a very distant place, as if someone was waiting for her in that place, and it took a long time before she continued, "More than thirty years have passed, and this princess is probably lonely, and it just so happens that he is good-looking, and it is good to be a husband." Besides, he won't live long, and if marrying this princess can make him feel a little more relieved, it seems to be good. ”

I agreed with her words, and thought of her purpose in looking for me, so I used this stubble to persuade one last time: "As the princess said, Lord Wan Qi will not live long, and even if he takes out his hatred, it will not change the result that he will not live long, but will add a troublesome matter. When I first entered the Immortal Sect and learned the art of hate, my uncle once said......"

Without warning, my heart twitched.

He's not my uncle anymore, he's the one who makes me hate the silk in my life.

The unknown Xing Ran looked at me leisurely, looking forward to my next words: "What did your uncle say?" ”

I bit my lip and tried to suppress the sudden burning sensation in my stomach, so that I could answer her as completely as possible: "It is a very cruel thing to take out the hatred of a normal person and never put it back again. He saw his enemy standing in front of him, he knew that he should hate her, but he was uncontrollable, he couldn't hate her, thinking that what was born in her heart was no longer anger but comfort and joy, and he didn't even have the ability to hate someone. ”

Perhaps it is because I have been completely pulled out of the hatred silk and transferred to other places over the years, so that many years later, when I first came to Jinguo, I met the person who once hurt me completely, and I still gave birth to joy, so I can experience the pain of losing the hatred silk more than anyone in this world.

If there is still a trace of hatred when I see the guard period again, then I will definitely draw my sword and put an end to the grievances and grievances of more than ten years, so as not to fall into this huge vortex again, which will make me sad until this year, this month, at this moment.

Xing Ran didn't notice my discomfort, she stretched lazily, and then raised her eyebrows: "He won't see me again, and when you finish picking up the hatred silk for him, I won't be able to appear in front of him again." ”

When you're done taking the hateful silk for him, I won't be able to appear in his presence again.

This sentence caught me off guard and was stunned.

"What do you mean by princess? Both of you are in Dongqi, and you are husband and wife, you can't see you when you look down, why can't you say it again? ”

She was still laughing, so that I couldn't tell how much of her smile was true and how much of it was covered up, "Lord Qin also said one thing wrong, Wan Qishu won't live for long, he should still be able to live for another hundred years." ”

I frowned deeply: "Didn't the princess tell me that none of the men in the Wan Qi family lived past the age of twenty-five, and now he is twenty-four years old." ”

Xing Ran lit the candle on the tea table, then leaned back against the soft collapse, looked at me with his usual eyes relaxed and comfortable, and then, stretched out his slender and pale fingers, hooked the placket of his chest and slowly pulled it down, until a three-inch-long hideous scar above his heart was revealed.

"Does Lord Qin know what this is?" She asked with a smile.

I thought about it for a while and said, "When you went to save Fang Baixue, the hairpin in her hand was scratched and left behind." ”

"Haha-" she stared at me, smiling brightly, "yes, but don't you want to know what's under this wound?" ”

My mind went blank for a few seconds. Something I didn't know for sure, but it seemed to be there, waiting for me to confirm that terrible suspicion.

At this moment, Xing Ran said softly: "With this immortal cong in my body, he can get rid of the fate of the early death of the Wan Qi family." ”

I was even more puzzled: "Princess Xingran, since you are also a hater, why do you have to come all the way to Jinguo, why do you have to force the reluctant Ben Shoufu, you can take out his hatred by yourself." ”

She shook her head: "Princess Ben did try, but none of them succeeded. Probably not the best way to do it. The best way is to find another person and let her take Wan Qishu's hatred, and let her return the immortality in my body to Wan Qishu. ”

"You just said...... 'give it back'? This immortal cong was placed for you by Wan Qishu? ”

She looked slightly stunned, maybe it was because of my question that made her unhappy, I saw her suddenly reach her fingers, pinched the placket of my clothes, her eyes became extremely sharp, and her voice was full of mockery: "Lord Qin should know, you and I have been cut off skin, placed in jade, and used as a container for accumulating lifespan have lived all these years." ”

Even though I knew it was because I had broken her "scars" first, I still felt that her words offended me, so it was not surprising that I could see a scarlet self in her gaze.

I grabbed her wrist and threw her hand off the placket of my clothes, and my voice became colder than ever: "As the princess said, you and I have lived through all these years by cutting off our skin, being placed in jade, and being used as a container for accumulating life. Therefore, between the two victims, why should they embarrass each other like this and become undignified with each other. ”

"Lord Qin, this princess doesn't want to embarrass you, she just ......"

I smoothed the folds on my placket and said to her coldly: "The princess doesn't need to explain, since you already know so many things about Qin Buxian, you should also know, please ask me to help you deal with the things that are hated, I will charge my life as a reward." ”

She misplaced the corners of her lips, and her voice was a little more ethereal than snow, "Okay." ”

I got up with the tea table, and quickly escaped from the tea room, escaped from the Jinglu Pavilion, and ran wildly to an inaccessible path, vomiting everything in my stomach, but the burning sensation in my stomach was not relieved by half a minute. After many repetitions, I also found some patterns, and I knew that those hateful threads in my body began to haunt me again.

As soon as I was about to straighten up, the hatred silk ran through my body in a rampant manner, and finally turned into thousands of silver needles that rushed into my stomach from all directions. Leaning against the bluestone wall, I leaned over and vomited a pool of scarlet blood, melting the snow beneath my feet into a scarlet color.

There was some damp mist oozing from my eyes, and I covered the placket of my clothes that had been ripped by Xing Ran, and I didn't know why I wanted to cry. Those emotions that are not clear and incomprehensible have become more complicated after experiencing the enmity between Xing Ran and Wan Qishu. Xu is empathetic, Xu is embarrassed.

I staggered around, took a few steps and felt that I couldn't move an inch, so I simply sat against the wall in the snow. Looking at the bean lights in the Jinglu Pavilion, I suddenly felt a little envious of Xingran. Even though I know that after she takes out Immortal Cong and gives it to Wan Qishu, she won't be able to live on her own, but I still envy her. I envy her and don't hate Wan Qishu at all, I envy her when she is dying, she is still so relaxed and calm.

That's what I want to do, too.

If I can also do it without hating the Wei Period, I can choose to stay away from here with Lan Zhou's little boy, or leave Immortal Cong to die quietly, if so, how good it would be.

How nice it should be.