The eyes of the whole house were projected, and An Xunxi understood who "she" in Yi Chenjing's mouth meant.

"Substitute dowry?" The sudden change caught An Xunxi off guard, and he forgot the etiquette and asked back directly.

I have heard that there is a substitute for marriage in ancient times, but most of the countries that marry women are privately looking for someone to replace them, how can there be a reason for the party who marries? The princess is irreplaceable for the daughter of the royal family, and it is ridiculous to point out that a criminal should marry instead, which play is Yi Chenjing singing?

The bottom of his heart was uneasy, and An Xunxi suddenly realized that all this might have been arranged by Yi Chenjing a long time ago.

What kind of grievances and grievances are there between that man and Bai Qige, which is worth his trouble? As the prince of an enemy country, how could he have anything to do with a weak woman thousands of miles away? There are too many questions lingering in my heart and I can't get answers, and An Xunxi can only remain silent and wait and see what happens.

King Zhaomin's eyes could not hide his ecstasy, and when he looked at Yi Chenjing, he also had three points of gratitude: "The general is very talented, and the lonely king is far behind. As for the matter of substitution marriage, Bai Qige is a serious offender in my country who should be punished according to the law, and he was able to save his life because of the general's kindness, and it was not in vain that he had met once. ”

Acquaintance? Bai Qige and Yi Chenjing have known each other for a long time? An Xunxiti held his breath in his chest, and bold ideas suddenly came to his heart.

"The people's daughter is willing to marry instead of Princess Qingxi, but there is one thing to ask for, I hope Your Majesty will agree." Without waiting for King Zhaomin to answer, An Xunxi looked at Yi Chenjing with sharp eyes, and smiled silently on his thin lips, "Since it is an acquaintance, please also ask the general to say a few words for the Bai family in the past." The bloodstained white prison clothes approached Yi Chenjing, bowed down, An Xunxi was low and inaudible, and only Yi Chenjing could hear: "I live and die with the Bai family, if you have the confidence to stop me from seeking death, just refuse." ”

Sure enough, Yi Chenjing's breath stagnated, and his eyes were cold.

It's easy to kill someone, but it's so hard to stop someone from dying.

Once acquainted, goodbye and hateful, something must have happened between Bai Qige and Yi Chenjing, and the latter hated Bai Qige so much that he wanted to make his life worse than death. An Xunxi's bold guess was confirmed, Yi Chenjing did not allow Bai Qige to die, at least not now, in order to leave a chance to retaliate, he had to help Bai Qige protect the Bai family, and this is exactly what An Xunxi wanted to see.

As long as the Bai family is safe and sound, it doesn't matter what happens to her.

A gamble on freedom, a marriage with selfish intentions, some obscure and hidden grievances, and a little-known past. At that time, An Xunxi did not realize that this would be the beginning of her rebirth and the beginning of the troubled times in Zhongzhou.

Yi Chenjing's style of action was unexpectedly decisive and fast, as soon as Zhao Min Wang Fu promised not to pursue the Bai family's treason and gave the third lady of the Bai family, Bai Qige, the title of Princess Qi'an, Yi Chenjing immediately got up and returned with Zhao Guo's minister's letter - taking An Xunxi with him.

Leaving in such a hurry, no one saw him off and no one cared, although An Xunxi stood at the intersection and looked back frequently, there was still no familiar figure on the long street.

Yi Chenjing refused to even give her a chance to say goodbye to her family.

Daddy is still blaming her, blaming her for insulting the family and losing the face of the Bai family, and the people are all shrinking at home to watch the street market outside, cursing Bai Qige, the sinner who collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country. An Xunxi bent down and tied the amulet given to her by her mother before leaving the prison to the city gate, and the red line fluttered in the wind.

With this farewell, I hope that the relatives who have only been with each other for a month but are more important than anything will be happy forever.

"It shouldn't have been you standing here," Yi Chenjing, who was standing with his hands on his side, said in a low voice, "If Hongxuan is alive, Yaoguo and Zhaoguo will not have this battle." I'll see how you live, and remember for me, Bai Qige, I will never let you die easily until I take revenge. ”

She didn't know who Hongxuan was, and she didn't plan to ask, so it was impossible for Yi Chenjing to give her an answer.

"Then protect the Bai family, and I will live to show you."

The wind passed silently, and doubts flashed in the eyes of deep hatred, and they were fleeting.

"This is who you really are? Cowardly Miss Bai Jiasan, you are finally willing to take off your disguise. Yi Chenjing raised his eyebrows and sneered, reaching out to hold his slender wrist. It was not a gentle companionship, but because An Xunxi's wrist was worn through by the iron handcuffs, and when he pressed it hard, the scabbed wound broke again, and his palm was full of scarlet.

The pale lips pursed, An Xunxi raised her head slightly, and looked at the man who brought her pain with an expressionless face.

"I will remember this pain, and one day, I will pay it back." Suddenly, he chuckled indifferently.

Cold and arrogant, stubborn, revenge will be avenged, from now on there will be no weakness to be bullied by the third lady of the Bai family, she is no longer An Xunxi, in this life she is called Bai Qige, a new Bai Qige who lives only for the people she loves.

Ann Xunxi, dead.

Zhao Guo went far to the imperial capital of Yaoguo, that is, it took half a month for the vanguard troops to ride horses, and Yi Chenjing walked in the army silently for most of the time, occasionally talking with the deputy general or soldiers, passing by Bai Qige's side, he only made a stranger and did not squint, and before arriving at the imperial capital Huaicheng, the two did not communicate with each other.

The only thing that makes Bai Qige uncomfortable is those ruffians, as we all know, she is married and came as a princess of the vassal marriage, and her status is naturally not too high, some bold and ill-intentioned ruffians are always hanging around, often taking advantage of people's inattention to say some indiscriminate meat, fortunately, her body is weak but there is no lack of momentum, often under Bai Qige's cross-eyebrow and cold eyes, those ruffians return stupidly, only dare to laugh and dare not stretch out their hands.

Speaking of their luck, Bai Qige had already made up her mind, but if anyone dared to touch her, the dagger hidden in her sleeve would never return to the sheath without drinking blood.

She doesn't need anyone to be pitiful and pitiful, she can protect herself, because she is Bai Qige, that's all.

After more than ten days of eating and sleeping, Huaicheng finally appeared in front of him. Bai Qige didn't expect Huaicheng to be so prosperous, the market was full of shops, and it was a world of difference from Zhaoguo, which was sparsely populated and dominated by agriculture, and the freshness suddenly washed away most of the gloomy mood.

After all, we have to live, and it is better to go with the flow than to be sad.

"Dismount." In front of the Zhaoguo Palace with high walls and grand gates, Yi Chenjing ordered coldly.

Bai Qige gritted his teeth and turned over and dismounted, although he was already trying his best to endure it, he still fell to the ground uncontrollably when he landed. It's not that she can't ride off a horse, but that her hands and feet can't move as she wants them to - the wounds on her wrists and ankles have not been treated, and these days they have progressed from simple skin injuries to almost festering. No matter how tenacious the mind is, it can't stand the weakness of the body after all.

Yi Chenjing stood aside, seeing Bai Qige struggling several times and barely standing up indifferently, with a vague hint of mockery: "This is Huaicheng, not Zhaoguo, put away your precious body." ”

"Thanks for the reminder." An indifferent smile without any warmth jumped on his face, and there was no fear or compromise.

"Wait here, I'm not allowed to go anywhere until I get back." Yi Chenjing didn't have time to study the meaning of that smile, so he casually pointed to a corner and turned to leave. The battle is successful, he has to report the details to his father as soon as possible, and there will probably be a celebration banquet and so on, now is not the time to think about how to take revenge on this woman.

Didn't you say that the coming day is long, and there is no need to rush for a while.

Sitting down in the corner pointed by Yi Chenjing, Bai Qige curled up his legs and curled up into a ball, looking at the hideous wound on his wrist indifferently. If it was Bai Qige in the past, he would definitely not be able to stand it, right? The second brother Bai Haocheng always asks "does it hurt" and "is it afraid" everywhere, thinking that the third lady of the Bai family is not a strong person, only this delicate body can prove it.

It was rare to be quiet for a while, Bai Qige leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, and his mind quickly sorted out these complicated and fragmentary clues over time.

Bai Qige herself is a cowardly and timid daughter, and Yi Chenjing is the prince of Yaoguo, Hongxuan, who has nothing else but knowing that she is the late princess of Zhaoguo. These three people seem to be inextricably linked, and she doesn't know much about being reborn as a new Bai Qige, she can only understand from Yi Chenjing's words and attitude that he hates her, hates her so much that he refuses to kill her, and he has to torture her to the point that life is better than death.

It's nothing more than a relationship problem, and it's boring.

Life in the wind and rain is not unfamiliar, or it should be said that it is very nostalgic, so when the twilight gradually rises and the drizzle falls, Bai Qige did not walk in a hurry like the people in front of the palace gate, but leaned on the corner of the wall and slept peacefully, letting the raindrops hit his clothes and gradually soaked.

She was so tired that this body couldn't bear her heart for the time being.

Night, flick by.

The rain stopped in the middle of the night, and at that time Yi Chenjing was drinking with the elated Emperor Yao in the palace.

There was a dull pain in the corner of his forehead, and after drinking a whole cup of ginseng tea to warm up, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something.

The heavy rain is fresh at the beginning of the day, the street in front of the palace is not lively, only there are soldiers guarding the palace gate that is quiet and unmanned, strangely, many pedestrians have turned their eyes to the door area, whispering in twos and threes, full of curiosity.

Yi Chenjing followed the pedestrian's gaze, stopped suddenly, and gasped fiercely.

Behind the dragon stone carving on the right side of the palace gate, the thin white clothes and a few bloodstained puddles were shocking, and the woman curled up with her eyes closed was motionless, not knowing her life or death.

Bai Qige, whom he knew, was pampered and never wronged himself, how could he sleep overnight in bad weather under the pouring rain? In fact, after she rescued her from throwing herself into the river that day, she vaguely felt that something was wrong, including her words and deeds in the Zhaoguo court, which were very different from when they were separated three years ago.

The guards guarding the palace gate wanted to drag Bai Qige up, but Yi Chenjing waved his hand and ordered people to retreat, squatting in front of the Panlong stone carving with doubts and observing quietly.

Luckily, she just fell asleep.

"Don't you dream of red silk when you fall asleep?" Yi Chenjing muttered to himself, reaching out to brush away a strand of wet hair on Bai Qige's pale cheeks, "She's dead, why can you still sleep so peacefully?" ”

The fingers brushed the contours of the face all the way down, over the shoulders, over the forearms, and then rested on the red, swollen and ulcerated wrists.

Press hard.