Pei Yuan's white hair was born overnight. On the night when his beloved died, three thousand black hair instantly turned white as snow. Once his originally long life was turned into twists and turns, how could three thousand white hair and thousands of miles of sorrow be measured?
?Every root is the price of spending all your energy to love.
Pei Yuan told me a lot of things that he would never say on ordinary days.
He said that he was destined to die in only one way, and that was to die by the sword of his lover.
I really want to overturn his conclusion.
Because I am already ready to kill him. But before killing him, I have a question to ask.
I asked him, since it was so painful, why didn't he choose to forget it?
Pei Yuan asked me, why don't you forget?
Because of these words, I did not kill him.
Why haven't I forgotten? I'm also asking myself, what kind of magic is it that makes me willing to keep a calm face and spend time with her day and night despite the torment of longing and jealousy?
I can't find the answer. Only Pei Yuan can tell me.
But Pei Yuan died.
As he had expected, he died under Yan Qingqing's sword.
Yan Qingqing asked him loudly, why could he account for everything but not the disaster he encountered today?
Pei Yuan said extremely sadly, "In fact, from the moment I saw you, I expected this day, but I forgave you in the next moment."
What you can escape is fate, but what you cannot escape is choice.
My destiny was destined to be like this, but I chose to indulge. This is the answer I don't want to forget.
On the day Pei Yuan died, the sky was filled with red leaves, and I buried him with my own hands.
When I returned to the little princess, I made a choice.
——I want to see her have everything in this world and be blessed until her hair turns gray, even though I know that I will not be included in her "everything".
From that moment on, he worked hard for her, was ruthless for her, and calculated all his plans for her.
No complaints or regrets at all.
Every time she looked at me confusedly and speculatively, she was probably thinking, Liuchi, why are you so gentle on the surface but so evil and gloomy in your methods?
Of course she wouldn't know that the gentle smile was only for her, but the cold and cruel heart was for the enemy. She was not an enemy, so naturally she couldn't see my true face clearly.
Pei Yuan wrote a "Purple Yuan Treasure Mirror" before his death. I know that it is in the hands of An Changting, but she doesn't know that all she has is a fragmentary copy. The real "Purple Yuan Treasure Mirror" is in Pei's hands.
I gave it to her the night I gave it to her.
Pei Yuan not only predicted everything, but also calculated the fate of everyone who would appear in the annals of history.
The first person to die was Pang Xiu. It is recorded in the Ziyuan Baojian that Pang Xiu, whose character is overflowing, died suddenly on New Year's Eve.
There are still a few days before New Year's Eve, so I let all the lotus flowers in Taiye Pond bloom in spite of the cold wind, just to give a gift to the old man who has been pretending to have bad eyesight.
After Pang Xiu passed away, I felt vaguely uneasy.
Because it is written clearly on the second page, Qi Xuan, the seventh prince of Qi Kingdom, died next winter.
The king of Xia Kingdom, Xia Yan, died suddenly in the same year.
I lost two people within a year, a close friend and a dearest lover.
I finally understood why Pei Yuan always looked indifferent and calm. When a person can see what his own grave looks like, no honor or disgrace can shake his emotions.
Just like me, I was suddenly glad that the real "Purple Wall Treasure Mirror" fell into my hands instead of An Changting's. If she had seen Xia Yan's death with her own eyes, I don't know how heartbroken she would have been.
