Qianqian was completely worried about the evening's events at this time, and after eating, she hurriedly held the book and continued to read.

Chasing the soul looked at the prince who was eating seriously at this time, and then looked at Qianqian, who was reading hard with "head hanging beams and cone thorns", and muttered silently in his heart: Hey, just listen to the words of the prince! From the time the princess was about to enter the Seven Princes' Mansion, she had told her!

There is nothing wrong with this book, it's just that the prince doesn't want her to worry about the spies, so he finds an idle book to divert her attention and relieve her boredom--

But where did the soul chaser dare to speak, he could only look at Qianqian silently--

After reading the book, it's dark, hey, the ending of the story is so sad--

Seeing the end, Qianqian was completely immersed in the last sentence of the book: The world is too persistent, one wrong thought, one life is wrong.

Qianqian deeply realized the deep meaning of this sentence: everyone in the book has been trapped in the question of "who is the child's father" all their lives, there are Li Yuanwai who died with hatred, there are "children and his mother" who are worried and sick, as well as blacksmiths, florists, and even Li Yuanwai's second brother who broke off on his own because he couldn't escape the condemnation of conscience, as well as various wives who made a big fuss about their children, all kinds of blame, all kinds of mutual use, all of which are bleak endings.

The authorities are fascinated, and Qianqian, a bystander, can see it clearly: In fact, what do you care who his child and his father are? Wouldn't it be nice for everyone to live their own lives? If everyone can open their minds and jump away from that problem, in fact, everyone's ending will be different, and it won't cause so many tragedies.

You can't become unforgivable all your life because of a mistake, and if you don't let others go, you will also trap yourself in it.

Qianqian suddenly understood Nangong Jing's intentions,

This man has gone around in such a big circle, just to want her to open her mind and not be obsessed with the "antidote" and "spies".

Thinking of this, Qianqian's eyes turned to Nangong Jing on the side, her eyes were soft,

Nangong Jing saw the look in Qianqian's eyes, smiled, put down the chopsticks in his hand, took the silk handkerchief on the side and wiped his mouth, turned his head to look at Qianqian, and asked, "Can you see who the spy is?" ”

Qianqian: "......", as if it was true, or "cooperated" replied: "No!" ”

Hearing this, the corners of Nangong Jing's lips hooked slightly, and he said lightly: "That's right if you don't, this book has nothing to do with spies in the first place--",

Shrimp?? The gratitude to Nangong Jing just now disappeared in an instant, and he really mistook the wolf for a loyal dog!

Qianqian's eyes churned with rage, and just now he was a little moved by his such attentive enlightenment, but just one sentence completely exposed his evil nature.

Qianqian has the mind of "slamming the door every minute and being poisoned to death by him" at this moment,

However, no matter how bad he is, no matter how messy he is, she still can't let him go.

As soon as Qianqian suppressed the anger in her heart, the soul chaser was relieved by the "kindness" on the side, and said: "Don't be angry, the princess, my subordinates have already reminded the princess, just listen to the words of the prince",

Hiss –

The anger that had just been suppressed came out, Qianqian took the bowl in front of him and threw it over, Nangong Jing was still sitting as steady as Mount Tai, chasing the soul was shocked, and stepped forward to catch the bowl, "The princess is angry!" ”

"Who provoked the Seventh Princess to be so angry?" The voice of the man in black came from the door,

Qianqian calmed down instantly, turned her head and saw the man in black standing at the door, his eyes full of playful laughter,

Qianqian scolded in her heart: It's about you!

Nangong Jing's eyes turned cold, and he sneered: It's just night, and he can't wait--