"That's something that can't be helped." Although Feng Zhirong did not have too deep feelings for her uncle Feng Zhenghui, whom she had never met, she still didn't want to talk more at this time because the atmosphere was too sad: "It's the first time I've encountered such things as fortune-telling and fortune-telling, and I don't know if it's accurate, but what I want to do is right." ”

"What does she want you to do?"

"She told me not to do anything that I would regret anyway." Feng Zhirong paused for a moment and said, "I didn't plan to give myself a chance to regret it, it's just a coincidence, it's just my heart." ”

King Qinghe said: "You are only young, and Feng Mansion is not a place full of cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, why do you say it...... So profound? ”

Feng Zhirong thought for a while, then looked at King Qinghe and asked sincerely, and then said, "If I say it, will you believe it?" She just thought that King Qinghe might tell herself about such a sad past because of what he felt for a while, but would he care that he actually told such a sad thing to a little doll? So she thought that she might have to "drop" some "handles" to him.

She didn't know if she was overthinking, but she still wanted to fortify.

King Qinghe was silent for a while, and then looked at Feng Zhirong's eyes for a long time, and then said sincerely: "If you say it, I will believe it." ”

You trust me more than King Jing—Feng Zhirong wanted to say that, but she couldn't.

Feng Zhirong tugged at the corners of her mouth and said: "I have a memory since I came down from my mother's womb, if the definition of being sensible is to know the changes in things around me, then I will be sensible from that moment." ”

King Qinghe showed a slightly surprised expression, but did not interrupt Feng Zhirong's words.

Feng Zhirong looked at King Qinghe, and the expression on her face was extremely serious: "I have dreamed of a woman every day since I was a child, and I dream of her life, from childhood to adulthood, no matter every moment it is very profound to me...... I dreamed that she was smart and unforgettable since she was a child, she seemed to be innocent and had few desires, but in fact she was introverted and restless, although her life was smooth sailing at first, but because of her character and fortune, it made people blush, and even caused all kinds of injuries, so that she finally had to leave where she was from, and soon after, she was robbed and killed by gangsters in broad daylight. ”

King Qinghe frowned and did not speak.

Feng Zhirong estimated the "exchange" between this era and the previous life in her mind, and changed her account for what happened to her: "At that time, she just carried twenty taels of silver for her master to hand over to the shop, and she was in a hurry because she was in a hurry, and she didn't notice whether there was someone behind her, so she was knocked with two sticks from the back of the head and died on the spot. As he spoke, he pointed to the back of his head, looking very relaxed.

King Qinghe heard Feng Zhirong speak lightly, and the knot in the center of his eyebrows deepened, and finally he couldn't help asking, "Do you think that woman is you?" ”

Feng Zhirong sighed, but did not deny it: "It doesn't matter if that person is me or not, but I dream day and night, even if that woman is not me, it has to be me, that woman's memory is in my bones, and even what that woman learned and heard in the process of growing up is knocked into my head word by word." I have to dream about that woman's life every night, experiencing her happiness and sorrow, freedom and regret, especially when she had to leave her original home and the two episodes before she died, which are always repeated, so that although I didn't make trouble when I was a child, I would always cry...... That's why my grandfather took me with him. ”

Although Feng Zhirong said it easily, as if she was really talking about a dream that had nothing to do with herself, she was as sensitive as King Qinghe, but she could see that Feng Zhirong had already fallen into it, carrying great sadness.

King Qinghe didn't know, and wouldn't have guessed that Feng Zhirong's story was actually about her reincarnation, but he also understood that she had memories since she was a baby, and she had to endure the pain of life and death every day.

After the death of Concubine Ning Jifei, whom King Qinghe regarded himself as his mother, he couldn't sleep almost every day, even if King Qi asked his trusted maids and entourage to take him and accompany him every day, they still couldn't pull him out of such pain and shock. But Feng Zhirong has had to live with such memories since she was a baby......

Feng Zhirong didn't sort out the thoughtful and pitiful expression of the River King, and said, "I sometimes can't tell the difference between dream and reality. Is it the dream that is real? Or is it real now? But whichever side is true doesn't seem to matter much to me. ”

"How could it not matter? Now you are a living person, and that dream is just a dream. ”

"Is that so?" Feng Zhirong was noncommittal, but said: "Just like when you recall the past, you should also feel that everything in the past has faded with time, and only the remaining feelings are so profound." ”

King Qinghe was silent after hearing this, and then said for a long time: "You are right. ”

"Later, I decided that whether the story of the woman in the dream was true or not, since I had experienced it in the dream again and again, I would also learn from her generously. So when Yang Xin said this to me, don't do anything that will make you regret it, I just feel that she said what she wants to do most in my life. Feng Zhirong paused for a long time before continuing: "'Don't regret it', that's all. ”

At this time, King Qinghe saw that the layer of sadness that had originally covered Feng Zhirong's face had already been quietly retracted, and he felt pity and sigh in his heart. After a long time, he said: "We don't read today, and it's okay to play chess?" ”

Feng Zhirong was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "This can't be done, my ink is so thick that my hands are sore." If you don't read and write, isn't it a waste of effort? ”

King Qinghe looked at the ink under Feng Zhirong's hand, which had been seriously ground off, and then smiled and said, "Okay, it's up to you." What are you going to read this time? ”

Feng Zhirong put down the ink slip, picked up a book that he had just pulled out from the bookshelf and said, "I had a point that I couldn't figure out before going to bed yesterday, and I happened to be able to study it with you today." ”

King Qinghe took the book and looked at it, and the Xiantuo text written on it wrote "Xiantuo Princes".

"What's there to think about here?"

Feng Zhirong stood up and walked to King Qinghe's side, took the book directly from his hand and turned to one of the pages, and said: "A few days ago, I analyzed with King Jing that maybe someone knows General Fan's habits and can find a suitable time to start, and this matter is here for me, even if it is temporarily over, and the rest will be handed over to him; I thought that I couldn't bite the bullet in this matter, so I thought about starting from the beginning, and wanted to sort out all the conflicts between the northern countries and Daye in the past fifty years......"