Dressed as the real daughter of the wealthy control group

Under the promenade, wind and snow poured into the small yard from time to time.

Taoist Xunhe motioned them to sit down.

Mu Qingyi looked behind him. This is the place where the ancestor was practicing, and ordinary disciples rarely bothered him.

There was no one behind.

Mu Qingyi's palm was hot, and he suddenly looked at Biyu Xiaojian.

When he was young, when his ancestor passed this body protection instrument to him, he once said that this instrument can gather the three souls and six souls of a person, but it must be fed with blood, which is a method of exchanging life for life, because Evil door, Taoist door, no one has ever opened this magic weapon.

During this period of time, he just kept the little hope in his heart, held the firefly in his palm, and fed it with blood for a month, so did this magic weapon really gather Changge's three souls and six souls?

Mu Qingyi looked excitedly: "Master!"

Taoist Xunhe nodded and motioned him to sit down, the young man has ruined his body like this, he is not as good as an old man who is about to decay, he is really willful.

"When you were in a coma, I checked this magic weapon for body protection. It was indeed opened by your blood, but the legend of Taoism is a legend after all. It is unknown whether she can be saved by accumulating merit.

My child, why not let her go free, let her enter reincarnation, and forget the suffering of this life? "

Taoist Xunhe said earnestly.

He also let go, gave up the suffering of this life, and accomplished his way of sage and Confucianism, so he didn't want to be entangled in this world of mortals.

Mu Qingyi kowtowed and said with a sob: "Master, reincarnation is illusory. I can't protect her in the afterlife. I only want to protect her in this life. Please guide me to a clear way."

Taoist Xunhe sighed, his obsession was too deep, and there was no hope of crossing the catastrophe.Maybe letting him go to Shengdu will doom all of this.

In the eyes of the world, how stupid it is to abandon the way of sages and Confucians and sacrifice for others, but maybe this child is willing to do so.He has never comprehended the way of heaven in his whole life, whether he pursues longevity or Taoist honor, maybe what he seeks is peace of mind.

The death of Qiu's daughter eliminated a disaster in the world. Otherwise, if the two kings fought for hegemony, there would be wars that would last for ten years. She could be regarded as dying for the people of the world.

Taoist Xunhe: "Tsing Yi, I will use the power of thought from the top and bottom of the Taoist door to help you reincarnate. You need to reincarnate ten times to help the world and accumulate merits for her, but...you may pay an unimaginable price for this. "

He may pay a greater price than his life. The merits of the ten lives are used as wedding dresses for others, the way of sages and Confucians is destroyed, and each life dies young and miserable.

Mu Qingyi was overjoyed, kowtowed to the ground and said, "Thank you, master."

Three days later, Taoist Xunhe lifted his Taoist door up and down, and blessed the jasper sword with a golden light.After the golden light blessing was successful, the old man who was the head of the Taoist sect passed away suddenly.

Daomen was in grief, and the bell rang through Heshan.

Changge was possessed in the jasper sword, watching Taoist Xunhe pass away, with mixed feelings, it turned out that this old man died to save her, and it turned out that the first meeting in the imperial palace that day was really after her death, in front of him Meet each other before the long death.

After Taoist Xunhe passed away, Mu Qingyi left the Taoist sect and took her to help the world.

Because of the blessing of Taoist golden light, Mu Qingyi no longer fed her blood every day, but only fed her with blood cut at the 15th day of the first month.Changge followed him and began to walk north and south.

The Great Prosperity Dynasty was annihilated, all industries were waiting to be flourished, and the new emperor's policies came down one by one. However, the previous dynasty had been weak for a long time. Even if Xiao Ji wanted to change, he could only slowly implement it.

What Changge sees more is that the people are suffering. Mu Qingyi relies on his prestige as a young master in Tsing Yi to walk among the people, hanging pots to help the world, and when he encounters the injustice of the state capital and the malpractice of the policy, he writes to Shengdu and angrily reprimands Xiao Ji. , and then cleverly use tricks for the well-being of the people.

Xiao Ji didn't want to talk to him at first, but his face was dull after being scolded by him, and he always seriously investigated the state capital he mentioned.

The old emperor passed away due to illness, Changge also passed away, new and old ministers changed in the court hall, and Mu Qingyi was already one of the few old friends Xiao Ji could talk about the past.

However, Xiao Ji is a person who must take revenge, and when he scolded him so fiercely, he also wrote back with a sneer: "I heard that Taoist Xunhe passed away, and your last place to stay in the world is gone. For Changge's sake, I also I can reward you with an official position, but unfortunately, I ordered you not to return to Shengdu, so you can just wander around."

When Mu Qingyi saw that he mentioned Changge, he was silent for a few seconds, and replied: "Mo mention my wife."

When the letter arrived in Shengdu, the emperor was furious. Later, when Mu Qingyi went to the state capital, everyone in the state government was in danger, fearing that the gentleman would catch him in the wrong place, so he directly sued the emperor and went to Shengdu.

As time goes by, Xiao Ji is in the court, Mu Qingyi is in the folk, and the new government is well-organized and harmonious, and gradually becomes stronger.

After two years like this, Mu Qingyi fell ill in the state capital in the south of the Yangtze River and couldn't afford it.

The higher-ups sent a message, people from the prefectural government came to inquire about Mu Qingyi's condition every day, and sent all kinds of rare medicinal materials to other hospitals in the south of the Yangtze River, but Mu Qingyi declined them all.

He wrote a letter to Shengdu: "Your Majesty once asked, why did I not speak out to stop you from slaughtering the entire Mu family, why did I walk the world for Your Majesty despite the blood feud.

It’s not that I’m cold-blooded and cold-hearted, but that I can’t save the Mu family with my strength. The Mu family killed the emperor star and harmed the whole family. .

I want to give her the world she longs for, even if she can't see it anymore.

Xiao Ji, after I die, the world will be crowded with people, but no one of you can mention the long song.How sad. "

Mu Qingyi sent this heartbreaking letter to Shengdu, and then quietly waited for the last moment in the other courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River.

He was depleted of qi and blood, and the blood in his body was almost drained, and the end was approaching, and it was already impossible for gods to save him.

He took out the jasper sword that was fed with his heart, stroked the blade habitually, and whispered: "Changge, I have to take a step first, see you in the next life.

This is your favorite Jiangnan apricot rain, I will show you apricot blossoms in every life, okay? "

Changge possessed himself in the little jasper sword, looking at Langjun who drained all the blood for her, his eyes were red, he didn't know that her soul was in the magic weapon, he didn't know that she had been with him for two years, he didn't know that she Can hear everything he says.

She knew everything he did.The world bears her, and she alone bears him.

How could there be such an idiot in this world.

When the apricot blossoms were raining like rain in April, Mu Qingyi watched Xinghua outside the window and died of illness with closed eyes. Before he died, he was dressed in Tsing Yi and his sleeves were clean. When the news was sent back to Shengdu, the letter also reached the emperor's desk.

After reading the letter, Xiao Ji learned the news of Mu Qingyi's death, sat withered in the former Chaohua Palace all night, and ordered a grand burial the next day.

When people from the government office went to collect the bones, they found that the disciples of Youdao Sect had cremated the famous gentleman in Tsing Yi and brought him back to Heshan, but the small jasper sword that accompanied the gentleman disappeared, and no one knew about it. its whereabouts.

After Mu Qingyi's death, Changge fell into a long slumber. When she woke up again, she found that the Jasper sword had lost its owner and had become a piece of rusty scrap iron, which was placed with some antiques. In a shop.

All kinds of antiques and old things around her came and went in a hurry, and they were all bought by merchants from the north and south in a short time, but no one cared about the jasper sword.She rested her chin and listened to the chats of the merchants, knowing that she had been dreaming for ten years.

No one in the world has mentioned the Tsing Yi Lang Jun who hangs the pot to help the world, people are more talking about Xiao Ji and the new king of the Northland.

"In the past few years, His Majesty has become more and more violent and volatile, and the South and the North are fighting, and the business is getting worse and worse."

"Who said it wasn't? Originally, the North Land was still doing business with us. Now, in this situation, the businessman who might want to conquest by the emperor himself, and even deal with the ass, is the most miserable person."

"Won't there be another fight?"

"I heard that the new lord of the Northern Territory is the little emperor from the previous dynasty. His prestige has gradually grown over the years, and he has the demeanor of the imperial concubine who supervised the country back then."

"Shopkeeper, I want this dagger, how much is it?"

A slender and powerful hand picked out the rusty iron dagger from among the many antiques. She was dozing off, but she woke up after hearing this.

These years, she has been trapped in the Jasper Sword, unable to go anywhere. She used to be able to travel around the world with Mu Qingyi, but now she can only lie under the arch bridge where people come and go, and be picked up by passers-by. Iron sold.

"Guest officer, this dagger is scrap iron and worthless. It's simple and beautiful. It's just placed in the shop. If you like it, give it to me. I have a good antique here. Would you like to see it?"

"I want this." The man threw a tael of gold over, and the shopkeeper and the North and South merchants looked sideways in shock.

Whose husband does not eat the sufferings of the world?A scrap iron dagger is actually given a tael of gold. The rich and powerful are easy to kill!

"Lang Jun, this is indeed worthless scrap iron, not worth a tael of gold." The man's entourage persuaded him earnestly.

"Perhaps it's because of fate with me. For me, a thousand dollars can't buy a good heart." The man in brocade clothes smiled heartily, and took the scrap iron dagger out of the antique shop together with her.

She was tucked into the sleeves by the gentleman, and continued to doze off with her eyes closed, followed him through the streets filled with fireworks, and entered a quiet house.

The guards in the house are very strict.

"Your Highness, the court is tense now. You must stop going out wantonly. We must rush to the Northland as soon as possible."

"Emperor Changyuan issued three imperial edicts in succession to order the Northland to send troops to attack Uzi and Shule. This clearly intends to use the power of those two countries to weaken the power of the Northland."

"If Emperor Changyuan finds out that His Highness is coming to the Jiangnan Mansion, it will be tantamount to directly handing him the handle to resist the decree. Emperor Changyuan has been violent all these years, who would dare to kill him?"

Mr. Nalang said indifferently: "The war is imminent, I just want to come to Jiangnan Mansion to have a look. Ten years ago, Young Master Tsing Yi died of illness here. This is also the place that Sister most wanted to come to before she was alive."

Changge trembled all over, and looked up, only to see that the young man had already taken out the iron dagger, and a handsome and handsome face was reflected on the rusty sword. That childish and lovely face at that time.

Her eyes turned red, she didn't expect that ten years later, she would see the grown Fei Zhang.

He has changed a lot, not like her, nor like Qiu Moyan, taller and more handsome than she imagined.

"Why did Your Highness buy this dagger? It's just a piece of scrap iron. Could it be some famous sword?"

"I don't know, it's just that the first time I saw it, my heart felt a little sour, as if I knew it in a previous life."

The left and right confidants are speechless. Their new master is good at everything. He has been taught by the Great Emperor Ji since he was a child, and he also worshiped Emperor Changyuan who was the regent back then. When it comes to his elder sister, he is often stupid.

Now the relationship between the central government and the Northland is bad. Emperor Changyuan has been bloodthirsty all these years. He neither wants to fill the harem and have children, nor does he want to repair with other countries. Just fight, and now the people who have fought are full of grievances.

Emperor Changyuan clearly wanted to conquer the Northland this time, and then sent troops northward to take Wuzi and Shule, but His Highness came to Jiangnan Mansion at such a juncture, hey, silly boy, I can't persuade him.

In fact, His Highness is not to be blamed. His Highness was brought up by Di Ji and was most influenced by him. In recent years, let alone Your Highness, even those who follow His Highness often think of those past events.

If Her Royal Highness Di Ji was still there, the world would be different today.

Unfortunately, there is no if in the world.

Her Royal Highness Di Ji who carried the Great Prosperity Dynasty with her own strength died, the young master in Tsing Yi who was famous all over the world died of illness, the Daoist sect withered, and the lonely Emperor Changyuan went south and north to fight, the world has long been changed beyond recognition.

"Keep it if your Highness likes it, just be careful not to hurt your hand."

"This dagger is full of rust, it is estimated that the fruit can't be cut."

The sound fades away.

As the new owner of Beidi, Fei Zhang was very busy. Changge was put in the bag by him casually, and put in the box by his personal maid, and it lasted for several months once it was pressed at the bottom of the box.

In the past few months, she followed him to the north, watching him unite with Uzi and Shule to fight against Changyuan Emperor Xiao Ji.Watching Xiao Ji send troops to the north, and the imperial conquest, watching the young man be merciful and surrender for the sake of the old officials and the people of the whole city.

"I gave you ten years, but you turned out to be so vulnerable, I'm very disappointed." Xiao Ji came to see him in prison in person, looking down at the grown-up boy with disappointment in his eyes.

The emperor for 12 years, the majesty and hostility between his eyebrows and eyes make people ignore his handsome and indifferent facial features, making people dare not look directly at him.

Haven't seen each other for many years, and seeing Xiao Ji again, Changge's heart has no fluctuations.From the moment she walked out of Shengdu, she knew that the story belonging to her and Xiao Ji was over.

The following years were given to her by another man, who had buried his bones for ten years for her.

The young gentleman who had become a prisoner lay in the cell, crossed his legs, and said lazily: "Teacher, you have been disappointed in me since you were a child, and I am used to it. I wanted to go to Shengdu, but then I changed." I made up my mind, the Northland is my territory, so I will die here, die early and see sister sooner.

Then tell Sister, it was Taifu who killed me. "

In the prison cell, there was a dead silence.

The tall and handsome young man smiled lazily and said, "Oh, hasn't anyone mentioned my sister to the Taifu in these years? Then how lonely the Taifu has been all these years."

Xiao Ji's handsome face was as gloomy as water, and he said coldly: "You think I won't kill you when you mention your elder sister? If your elder sister sees you so worthless, she will regret not strangling you to death."

Xiao Ji looked at his still radiant face in the prison, saw him talking in a long-song lazily tone, and the center of his brows throbbed violently, as if a trapped beast roared and wanted to rush out.

Full of hostility, nowhere to vent.

Changge, no one has mentioned her to him for many years, it seems like it happened in a previous life.

Obviously it was only yesterday that they parted, and he could still smell the sweet-scented osmanthus from Chaohua Palace, and when he saw her picking up sweet-scented osmanthus under the tree, when he turned around, it had been so many years.

Xiao Ji pressed the aching eyebrows, and the violence in his eyes couldn't be stopped.

Seeing his appearance like this, Fei Zhang put away his lazy smile, and his face became a bit serious, Xiao Ji was really a bit crazy with his evil spirit all over his body.He must have paralyzed himself by killing all these years!

"Teacher, sister will be even more disappointed if she knows that you have been bloodthirsty these years."

"Shut up." Xiao Ji was furious, and angrily reprimanded, "Tomorrow I will hang you on the city gate for three days. These 12 years are all given to you by me."

The rusty jasper sword fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Xiao Ji, who was furious, squinted his eyes and was shocked: "What is this?"

Fei Zhang sat against the wall, and said slowly, "I bought it for a tael of gold at an antique shop in Jiangnan Mansion, scrap iron."

This rusty scrap iron looked very much like the little jasper sword that my sister used to wear. Unfortunately, I heard that the little sword was taken away by Mu Qingyi, and it disappeared after Mu Qingyi died.

Xiao Ji narrowed his phoenix eyes majestically, leaned over to pick up the scrap iron on the ground, his rough fingertips ran over the sword body fiercely, the rust rusted down, revealing a trace of blue color.

He has the aura of an emperor, mixed with evil and hostile aura, which penetrates straight through the blade of the sword and touches her soul. Changge's whole body stings from being crushed by him.

Seeing the original blue color of the rusty scrap iron, a vague idea suddenly flashed in her mind that the time of this life is coming.