He lifted the tea on the table and blew it gently. took a bite and put it back casually. "Then 'Short Tune'!" He didn't look up at me in particular, and fiddled with the folding fan in his hand very casually.

"Gah?" I sighed and was at a loss.

Oh, my God! What is the key of "The Short Tune"? Although I don't know "Gusu Xing", I have heard it anyway, and I have no impression of this "Short Tune" at all. It can't be a legendary lost ancient song! Isn't that purely torturing me?

I looked up at him sideways, and he was still the same as before, leisurely.

I'm bumpy and uneasy, and I really don't know how to fool the past this time.

He narrowed his eyes suddenly, looking at me with a cautious gesture I had never seen before. The two of us were like this, staring at each other with big eyes, looking at each other for a long time, and neither of us said a word.

But I panicked in my heart, after all, I was an "impostor", where could I be so at ease, my palms kept sweating, and my heart palpitated.

"Who are you?" He opened his mouth faintly, but asked in a tone as cold as winter.

"I am who I am." At that second, I knew that I had no way out, I couldn't admit that I was Zhao Jia Shaoying, and I couldn't lose any momentum. I am who I am, before and in the future, here or there, I can only be me.

His eyes, which were still slightly squinted just now, simply closed them, as if he didn't want to entangle with me any more, and he didn't want to look at me any more. The folding fan in his hand was opened by him leisurely, shaking lightly, and then a hearty laugh like when I first met came again, "Well said." “

In the next second, those bright eyes opened without warning. A sharp cold light came out of his eyes, like a sharp arrow, until it shot at me, not giving me the slightest chance to escape. "If it were my lovely sister Shaoying, she would never say such a thing."

"Why?" I really don't understand what kind of person this future Prince Yi Princess is? Why did he, Zhang Tingyu, always entangle her like this.

"Because, you are you, not her." He got up and walked slowly to me, but without stopping, he crossed over directly, and finally stopped at the gate of the courtyard with his back to me. "Hopefully, you'll always remember what you said today, you are who you are. Next time I bring your pipa, Zhang is waiting for the girl to play a song for me. “

With that, he strode out of Tianxin Nunnery, while I stood there in a daze.

At the moment, my mind was blank and I couldn't think about anything.

He knows my secret, but why doesn't he reveal my identity? What kind of person is he? History is like a fog, and with my meager wisdom, can I really dismantle many crises? What about my future? What will it look like? Now, even I'm not sure. Perhaps, I am really the future Thirteen Blessings, maybe, there is another Zhaojia clan in history, or......

Yes, and also, history, after all, has been written by posterity, and how can I fully believe what is in the books?

History, what kind of future have you given me?