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Her eyes were a little sour, Ji Xingzhi closed her eyes slightly and wanted to rest, as soon as she closed her eyes, a blurry picture appeared in her mind, as if there was some magical power to pull her consciousness in, she struggled hard, suddenly opened her eyes, and sat up suddenly!

Stretched out his hand and hugged his chest tightly, gasping for air, his chest rose and fell violently, his heart was beating fast, as if he was stimulated by something, and the sound of "dong dong" beating was extremely clear.

A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Ji Xingzhi's forehead, her face was pale, and after she just closed her eyes, she seemed to see someone put a jade pendant on her, and that jade pendant seemed to be the knot pendant drawn on the picture given to her by the pit father, and the knot pendant was on her neck at the moment.

Thinking of this, Ji Xingzhi uncovered the quilt, got up and lit a candle to take out the drawings given by the father in the drawer, sat in front of the mirror, and through the dim light, she clearly saw that the knot pendant drawn on the drawings was the same as the jade pendant on her neck, and every line was extremely clear......

Ji Xingzhi was slightly stunned, and reached out to stroke the jade pendant on her neck, this is the fate pendant? The pit daddy has been looking for more than ten years and the fall is on her? But where did this pendant come from? Who is that person? Why did you give her the pendant?

The more Ji Xingzhi thought about it, the more crazy her heart became, as if something was colliding in her body and was about to rush out, her whole body was trembling, and she was so manic that she wanted to kill!

Ji Xingzhi was taken aback by this crazy idea in her heart, her hand shook, and she knocked down the candlestick, and the candlestick fell to the ground with a "snap", the candlestick broke in half, and the candlestick was stubbornly not extinguished.

The person guarding the door outside heard the movement, and hurriedly called in a low voice with an inquiring tone: "Your Majesty? ”

Ji Xingzhi was startled, took a deep breath, calmed down, lowered her voice and whispered, "It's okay." ”

After speaking, Ji Xingzhi squatted down and blew out the candle flame, put the broken candlestick and candle in front of the mirror, and put the drawing in the innermost part of the drawer.

When putting the drawing, Ji Xingzhi's hand seemed to touch something, and he took it out with a slight frown, only to find that it was a painting.

Looking at the neatly rolled picture scroll in her hand, Ji Xingzhi frowned, how could there be a painting in her drawer? She remembered that there was nothing in the drawer except for the gold medals and some jewelry that she didn't need at all......

With full doubts, Ji Xingzhi walked to the window, opened the scroll, and the moment the scroll was stretched, through the hazy moonlight, she saw the appearance of the person in the painting, and Ji Xingzhi was stunned for a while.

In the painting, there is a man in Tsing Yi riding a horse on the bustling and noisy Wan'an Long Street, dressed in Tsing Yi, cold and alienated. Everything in the painting becomes the background of this person, making it even more earthly and unattainable.

A familiar face, a familiar cyan robe, this person is her missing imperial uncle, Xiao Moyan.

But what stunned Ji Xingzhi was not Xiao Moyan, but herself, to be precise, herself in the painting. In addition to Xiao Moyan on this painting, there is another person, although it is a little hazy, but it can be vaguely seen, it is her.

The words on the painting also made her lose her mind for a moment: the spring breeze is not as indifferent as yours, and the rivers and mountains are not as picturesque and smiling as you are.

Obviously, the word did not come from one person, but she knew it...... The ten-mile spring breeze is her, and the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are the emperor's uncle.

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