Xue Mo's death was the beginning of Princess Xingran's resentment against Wan Qishu.

"Lord Qin, I don't know if you have ever hated a person so clearly and strongly, I can't wait to whip him Ling Chi, I can't wait for him to be crushed and ashes? Every word he says to you is tired of you, and even if he is close to you, he makes you sick even if he is close to you, and this person is always entangled with your fate, even if it can be avoided, but always sees you, and even this person finally becomes the closest person to you, your husband. ”

She raised her eyebrows slightly, her expression was so relaxed, if it weren't for the fact that she was saying such resentful words, you would even think she was talking about something pleasant.

Her question made me feel a little trance, and then a loneliness sprang out in my heart.

It was only then that I suddenly discovered that every word she said was so in line with my period of peace, and even the final ending was so similar - the person I hated so much was now my husband.

Everything in the world is really elusive, such as the coincidence of my experience with the princess of Dong Qiguo.

It was precisely because of such a coincidence that I didn't dare to answer her question head-on, so I could only ignore the past and continue to ask her: "If there is no hurry, the princess is entrusted to take the hatred in Lord Wan Qi's body, but now you hate Lord Wan Qi, and Lord Wan Qi may have feelings for you." Whose hatred is it to take, and does the princess want to change her mind? ”

She slowly shook her head through the mist of tea: "That's right, it's to take his hatred." After that, the light drifted out of the window, as if he was looking for someone, but it was as cold as ever outside the window, only the snow was fluttering, and there was no figure of the person.

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The day after Xue Mo's death, Wan Qishu was promoted from the servant of the Criminal Department to the Secretary of the Criminal Department, and at the age of ten, he used the discord to successfully break down the attack of the Northern Imperial Kingdom, and was promoted from the Shangshu of the Criminal Department to the Left Prime Minister of the Eastern Qi Kingdom, six years earlier than his father as the prime minister. Fourteen-year-old Wan Qishu has been responsible for the entire Dongqi Kingdom for four years with the strength of one person, and in the past four years, the Dongqi Kingdom has prospered and prospered, and it has been a prosperous scene.

In the six years from the age of eight to fourteen, Xing Ran never smiled with Wan Qishu again, nor did he call him "Brother Xiaoshu" again. Xue Mo's death was a firelight and a sharp blade between her and Wan Qishu, as long as she saw the cold and lonely face of this young man, she thought of the night of her fifteenth birthday, the blazing fireworks and eye-catching rain and blood.

But there are still intersections.

A scheming and torture-loving prime minister, a princess who is good at weapons and is good at gunpowder, often communicates or quarrels over various political matters.

Wan Qishu's way of quarreling with others is very unique, he never uses words to quarrel, he has a pair of extremely cold eyes, as long as he sits there, doesn't say anything, just looks at you quietly, ordinary ministers are frightened at best, and at worst their souls are scattered. Only when he quarrels with Xing Ran will he speak.

"Princess, the minister knows that you still have the position of Xue Mo in your heart, so you are unwilling to take over this military power, but in any case, the military power must be controlled by you, and Dongqi cannot have another Xue Chu, let alone another Xue Mo." Even such bitter words, when Wan Qishu said them in his unique cold and lazy voice, they were like being quenched with a layer of poison and wrapped in a layer of ice, which made people panic and even chill.

Xing Ran is probably the only one who is not afraid of Wan Qishu in the East Qiguo, she leaned on the pear blossom wooden circle chair, drank tea by herself, and said in a voice that was even more lazy than Wan Qishu: "As the old saying goes, those who are skillful work and those who know are worried, and those who are incompetent have nothing to ask for, and they are full of food and travel." Princess Ben does not have the ability to serve as a general and lead a large army, let alone such an idea. It's Lord Wan Qi, drunk with power and scheming, his heart is galloping, and those who are capable work hard, and the post of prime minister can't bind adults at all, so it's better to take the position of general in his pocket again. ”

Wan Qishu's face did not show the slightest ripple, he pinched the tea lid, lowered his head and took a shallow sip of Biluochun, then put down the tea cup and took out two things from his arms, one pressed under the tea cup, and the other placed next to the tea cup.

Xing Ran's eyes flickered slightly, she knew that next to the teacup was the tiger talisman that symbolized her military power, but the letter that was pressed under the teacup seemed to be a fold and a letter, and she really didn't know what it was.

Wan Qishu didn't look at her, lowered his head and straightened out the already very smooth placket, and when he spoke, he still spoke in a cold and slow tone, as if the wind swept over the branches in early spring, with a bit of material, and it was extremely cool to fall on people-

"This is the day your sweetheart was promoted to the general, and he made a military order in front of the five armies of the Eastern Qi Dynasty. He said that within 10 years, Dongqi would become the most powerful country on the entire continent. Ben Xiang was nosy, and he carried the burden for him for six years, and he was really tired. Don't you like him, and for the rest of the years, you might as well do the things he expected for him. ”

Xing Ran looked up suddenly, and stared at him with round eyes.

That person ignored the resentment and murderous aura in Xing Ran's eyes, and after caressing his front placket without a trace of wrinkles, he got up with the circle chair and said, "This is also what your father meant." ”

Xing Ran was furious, almost slapping the case: "Mentioning Xue Mo in front of me without hesitation, is it also what my father meant?" ”

Wan Qishu finally raised his eyes, looked at Xing Ran seriously, and pondered for a while before he spoke, but said something else: "In two months, the minister will be fifteen years old." Yesterday, His Majesty asked His Majesty if he could have a girl he liked, and he could be a matchmaker for his ministers and testify for his ministers. After pondering for a while, he thought of a girl. ”

This made Xing Ran wonder...... Just now, the two of them also mentioned military power and Xue Mo, so they were tense and on the verge of breaking out, why did he ignore them and change the topic?

And also...... Who is the girl he likes, and why has he never heard him mention it?

Xing Ran pulled out some strange emotions in her heart, inexplicable, and made her herself in a trance.

I saw Wan Qishu looking out the window, his eyes were bright, reflecting the sea surface cut into the shape of plum blossoms by the panes, and he smiled innocently and sincerely: "It's the daughter of Princess Qihuang and Fang Shangshu, and the cousin of Princess Xingran, Fang Baixue." Next year, the minister will be fifteen years old, and after the Lantern Festival, the minister will be ready to marry her home. ”

Fang Baixue.

It turned out to be Fang Baixue.

The Fang Baixue, who is the same age as Wan Qishu, but since the first opening of the girl's love, his eyes have followed Wan Qishu.

When Xing Ran heard this name, she couldn't help frowning, she didn't know if Wan Qishu really liked this girl, or because this girl had been chasing him, so he was willing to be with this girl.

But in either case, Xing Ran felt that fate was unfair, and she even felt a little ridiculous: why could Wan Qishu force Xue Mo to death and make Princess Ben's years barren, and he could marry the girl he liked and liked him when he turned around?

I couldn't tell if she was unwilling or wronged, Wan Qishu's words made her very uncomfortable, but she didn't want to show too much emotion to make him suspicious, so she only asked in a cool voice: "Why did Lord Wan Qi talk about this with this princess?" ”

When Wan Qishu heard this, he smiled more brightly: "Princess Xingran, you see, when you mention the person you like, you are so calm. Unlike the princess, when it comes to Xue Mo, who she likes, she has to avoid it in every way, and she can't let it go and can't mention it. ”

"You're sarcastic about Princess Ben."

"The princess thought it was sarcasm, and that was sarcasm. As for General Xue's relic, if the princess is unwilling to take it, she will put it here and take it away when any minister comes here to discuss matters. As for the tiger talisman, the minister has kept it for six years with all his heart, and he is really tired. Left and right are your royal business, and you don't want to carry this burden, and no one will help you carry it. You don't have to blame anyone, just complain that you were born in the emperor's family and are the princess of Dongqiguo who has high hopes from the people. ”

With that, he threw off his sleeves and strode out, without looking back at the military order and the tiger talisman.

Next year, the minister will be fifteen years old, and after the Lantern Festival, the minister will be ready to marry her home.

Xing Ran looked at Xue Mo's relics under him leisurely, and the sentence mentioned by Wan Qishu was repeated in his mind. She couldn't help but think of all the things that happened when she was fifteen years old, and couldn't help but have some thoughts: In the past six years, she has not been happy for a moment, the property has been tossing and turning, and her dreams are all daggers in Xue Mo's heart and blood that can't be washed away by the rain, and the taste of her sweetheart's death is really uncomfortable-

Heavenly reincarnation, at the time of the winter solstice, Wan Qishu will be fifteen years old, such a feeling, shouldn't Wan Qishu also taste it.