Qi Wan was nine years old when she met Taoist Yuan He.
It has been exactly eleven years now.
Taoist priest Yuanhe called her eleven.
Eleven years later, there is no more Qi Wan or Eleven in this world.
Some fates are probably destined to end from the beginning.
After walking out of the main hall and on the way to Yuezhong Pavilion, Xie Ziling waited for an unknown amount of time. When he saw Taoist Priest Yuan He and Qing Hui finally coming out, his eyes lit up and he hurried forward.
"Xie Ziling met Taoist Priest Yuanhe. I have a few words to say..." Xie Ziling glanced at Qingyao who was leaning on the back of the big tiger chewing dogtail grass. He hesitated for a while and said, "I have a few words."
I want to tell the princess, but I don’t know if it’s convenient?”
"I'm going to have lunch. Master, if you have nothing to do, please give way. I hate it when people with short eyes block my way." Qing Hui squinted his eyes without even turning his head. It was obvious that
He was very uninterested in Xie Ziling.
Xie Ziling looked at her blankly, his heart beating a little fast.
He opened his mouth to ask something, but what came to his mind was the scene of Yunguang Terrace on August 15th. Qi Wan held a bloody heart, then turned around and jumped off the Yunguang Terrace.
The girl in front of her was bright and flamboyant, and she had almost no resemblance to Qi Wan except for a somewhat similar face.
Even if she is distracted at first glance, once she opens her mouth, the difference between the two of them will be completely exposed.
But he just followed her quietly like a demon and waited here, wanting to see her and say something.
I forgot what to say again.
Qing Hui sat up and turned to look at him.
Sensing her gaze, Xie Ziling suddenly became nervous.
He didn't know why, but when she stared at him, his face and heart felt as burning as fire.
"Get away."
Qing Hui pulled off the dog's tail grass he was biting, held it in his hand and snapped his fingers. The dog's tail grass rubbed Xie Ziling's face and cut off a strand of his hair.
"Next time you block the road so blindly, what will be broken is not just a few hairs, but the head on your neck."
Xie Ziling stayed where he was. It wasn't until he saw Qing Hui walking away that he raised his hand as if to regain consciousness, touched his rubbed face, and felt a touch of light red from the scratch.
He looked at his fingertips absentmindedly, it was not her, not her.
Qi Wan never hurts anyone. She is a person who will carefully heal even the injured sparrows in the yard.
He is the same age as Qi Rongyu, and two years older than Qi Wan and Ning Fengxu, the young prince of Ning'an House. They grew up together and have the closest relationship.
Later, after Qi Mingyue came back, they felt sorry for the weak girl who had suffered too much, and resented Qi Wan's biological parents for being cruel, but Qi Wan didn't even apologize, which made them feel as if they had misjudged the person.
I feel that Qi Wan should compensate Qi Mingyue as a matter of course. After all, Qi Mingyue is so weak and pitiful.
But Qi Wan died.
Still died like that.
It was so deadly that none of them could forget that day, that scene, and that bloody heart, as if they were mocking their hypocritical feelings.
Then it took a long time for him to realize that he couldn't accept that Qi Wan was dead.
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Taoist Priest Yuan He sent Qing Hui to Yuezhong Pavilion and left.
At the eleventh hour, Qing Hui sat in the stands of Yuezhong Pavilion.
Yuezhong Pavilion is a crescent-shaped competition platform, surrounded by a circular attic stand, so it is called Yuezhong Pavilion.
Qing Hui was sitting in the middle position. At this time, on the competition stage, he had been carried into an iron cage, and inside the cage was a beggar with his head covered.
Qing Hu stood in front of the railing and patted the big tiger beside him: "Your Majesty, enter!"
Destruction's figure jumped down from the stand that was three to four meters tall, and landed firmly on the competition stage.
The grandstand in the middle of the attic is the highest, on the third floor, and there are two more floors on both sides. At this time, they were all surrounded by people.
Qi Mingyue and Qi Rongyu are on the second floor.
Lian Jinchen was on the third floor leading people to look at Qing Hua.
Qing Hui excitedly leaned on the railing, stretched out half of his body, and shouted at Mie Mie: "Your Majesty, go open the cage and drag out your little snack!"
As if he could understand her words completely, Destruction walked towards the iron cage with vigorous steps, raised his claws to open the cage, then hooked the beggar's clothes with his claws and dragged the beggar out of the cage.
"Well done! Your Majesty, take off his hood. If he can plead with me today, I can let him go depending on my mood!"
Destruction obediently took off the beggar's hood.
The beggar's weathered and thin face was exposed to the sun.
He was blind in one eye, and the strong afternoon light made him uncomfortable raising his arms to block it.
There are still chains hanging on his hands, but his face and hair must have been washed. What is surprising is that this beggar's facial features are unexpectedly handsome. Even if he is blind, you can see his bearing.
Not vulgar.
Qi Mingyue on the second floor was dazzled by that face and could hardly stand still. She grabbed Qi Rongyu's arm tightly, her voice was trembling, "It's him, second brother, what should I do? It's him..."
Qi Rongyu also frowned. He didn't expect that Princess Qingshan, who looked very similar to Wanwan, would be so ridiculous.
Simply unbelievable.
He patted Qi Mingyue on the back and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't worry, he can't speak, right? He's crazy and may die soon."
But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the beggar looking at Qing Hui and gesturing with his hands.
"It turns out you can't speak," Qing Hui's slightly distressed voice came, "What should I do? If you can't speak, you can't please me, so why did I let you go?"
"Isn't this not fun?"
Qing Hua tapped her toes and jumped onto the competition stage. She walked to the beggar's side, stood behind him, grabbed his wrist, and raised his hand to draw a circle on the stand. She was suddenly excited.
said,
"How about this? Just pick someone here and ask him to intercede for you. If you do well, I will let you go!"
"If your request is not good, I will feed you to the tiger together!"
"Do you think it's fun?"
"Quickly, who is who? I will count three, two, and one!"
She let go of the beggar's hand and looked against the light at the dense crowd in the stands.
The beggar raised his hand and pointed to the stands.
The stands were deathly silent. I never expected that this imperial concubine would be so ridiculous.