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Chang'er waited at the door for a long time before seeing a figure slowly approaching from a distance, and hurriedly stepped forward to pull her into the room, only to find that there were two more things out of thin air than when she went out just now.

The branch of wintersweet is understandable, but the sable cloak is really puzzling, and Qi Ping looks like he is out of his mind. Chang'er thinks she is frozen and doesn't care about those insignificant things, so she closes the door and adds Tan replaced the stove with new charcoal and stuffed it into Qi Ping's arms, rubbing his frozen hands, and said angrily: "Master, are you trying to scare Chang'er to death? You go out in such thin clothes. It's almost New Year's Eve. Don't be sick."

With the joint efforts of the stove, the hand stove in his arms, and Chang'er, Qi Yi finally felt his body warmed up, he let out a long breath, and said with relief: "It will be fine if you cook some ginger syrup and drink it to get rid of the cold later. It's okay."

Chang'er nodded in response, and saw that Qi Ping was still holding the plum blossom in his hands, and stretched out his hand to take the plum blossom, letting her hold the stove in both hands, looking closely at the plum branch, which looked like a thin hairpin with a few white plum blossoms adorned with it, a few blooming in full bloom. There are a few white bone flowers next to it, wrapped in emerald green receptacles, and smelling the faint fragrance, Qi Ping saw that Chang'er liked it, and said with a smile: "I thought it looked good, so I picked it. I thought you would like it."

"I like it naturally, but although the flowers bloom beautifully, they will eventually wither."

"Since when have you been hurting the spring and the autumn, girl?" Qi Ping said jokingly, "Everything has a beginning and an end, it's just that the length is different. Don't think too much about it. I have a way to make it last longer."

I took the scissors and carefully cut off the plum blossoms, then wiped off the water stains on the surface with a towel, and put a clean cloth under it, and ordered Chang'er to take a shelf and place it above the stove to dry slowly to dehydrate, within two or three days. You can get dried flowers, which are not as fragrant as fresh flowers, but can be stored for a long time.

Put the scissors back into the sewing box in the inner room, and when I turned around to go out, I saw myself reflected in the bronze mirror on the dressing table. The leather cloak was still tied around his neck. He took off the cloak and sat in front of the bronze mirror. He held up a strand of long hair and looked at himself in the mirror. It's loose like that, at most, it's tied up with a red hair band.

Opening the dowry box on the dressing table, there were some rouge, a few hair bands, a few pairs of gold-rimmed and jade-encrusted earrings, and the remaining rosewood hairpin, the end of which was carved into a water lotus.

Gathered a bundle of hair with both hands and tied it with a headband, clasped the index finger in the middle, twisted the flowers into a bun, and then inserted it into a hairpin to fix it. Before I could take a closer look at it, the bun fell loose, and I tried again This happened several times, and she smiled wryly and planned to try her best one last time. Chang'er just shifted her shelf and went back to the house, but she didn't see Qi Zhe in the outer hall. When she opened the door curtain, she found that she was wearing a bun in front of the bronze mirror with a distressed face. , couldn't help laughing out loud: "Master, you are top-notch in writing with both hands. Let the slaves do the combing and bun."

He stepped forward to take the comb and hairpin in Qi's hands, and after a while, a beautiful bun was completed. The black hair that had been hanging at the temples before was gathered up and knotted high on the top of the head, covered in the hair all day long. The neck under the silk is like a white jade with a soft luster, drawing slender and soft lines that slowly hide under the collar.

Finally, put the broken hair back on the forehead, and Chang'er looked at her achievements through the bronze mirror. She lost the lazy and tired look of the past, and added a charming girl who had just grown up, not strong, just like The curling mist in the mountains makes it hard to see, but you can't move your eyes away.

Seeing a little distracted, Chang'er realized that this is the dress of a woman after marriage. She was a little annoyed for a while, pulled out the hairpin and combed her hair back to its original appearance, and said: "This is what she looks like after marriage. Could it be that Wei Bingcheng wants to be with you?" The master has proposed marriage? Although he is the only son of the Minister of Rites, I don’t like him, and every time I come here to pretend to be a book gift, I won’t leave, hmph.”

Smiling, he patted the back of Chang'er's hand on his shoulder, Qi Ping shook his head and explained: "It's just to make friends with books. If he didn't keep bringing some new books from outside the palace, life in the palace would only be more boring." Putting the hairpin back into the dowry box, seeing that Shang'er was still suspicious, he added: "I'll just have nothing to do, I think I'll have to put it up like this one day, it's a practice."

Hearing this, Chang'er pouted and became dissatisfied: "Master, is this going to give up Chang'er in the future? No matter who he marries, Chang'er will always be with you, and you can leave small things like the bun to Shang'er. "

Smiling and shaking his head in silence.

Some of the gloomy mood before was washed away by this weird girl, she got up and picked up the cloak that was put aside and patted some snow water, and then Chang'er asked about the origin of this thing, and Qi Yi only said perfunctorily. When I met Qi Xiao, I didn't mention anything about the marriage. At the end of the year, I didn't want to disturb my mood because of this matter. Telling the unchangeable facts would only increase my troubles, and I knew that Shang'er had a fiery personality. One thing is worse than one less thing, maybe there is still a little luck in my heart, thinking that there will be room for redemption.

It's just that what should come will always come.

On the second day, as soon as Qi Xiao went back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to take a rest in the morning, he bent over his desk to review the memorial. Not long after, there was a sound outside the door, and Chu Ping stepped in with a hint of chill. His official boots were covered with muddy black soil after melting snow. Come and go in a hurry.Qi Xiao put down the brush in her hand and leaned against the back of the chair without saying a word, she knew why Chu Ping came this time.

After saluting and exchanging greetings, Chu Ping wanted to get straight to the point, but seeing Wei Bingcheng who was standing aside was hesitant to speak, Qi Xiao waved his hand to signal that it's okay, as expected, he came here for what happened yesterday.

Chu Ping knew about it before the oral order to write the imperial decree. It seemed that there was eyeliner all around her, and Qi Xiao sneered.

"Beixun is now becoming more and more powerful as a nation, and peace is not suitable for war. Moreover, Man Chi is constantly disturbing the people at the border. It would be great if we can join forces with Beixun to eliminate it."

After hearing what Qi Xiao said, Chu Ping also knew the truth, but the real cause of his grudge was Qi Yu's identity.

Qi Bing is the only surviving heir of the first emperor, and the only princess today. If possible, he really hoped to erase her from the world to avoid future troubles, but he couldn't, so he put Qi Bing in the most remote palace, with Minimal servants, minimal subsistence, hoping that one day she will fend for herself or be forgotten.

Letting her make peace for the country now disrupts all his previous plans, of course he knows Qi Xiao's intention for giving the marriage this time.The current king of Bei Xun is very old, and the second prince is the best candidate to inherit the throne. If the marriage is successful, it will definitely become Qi Xiao's beneficial foreign aid, and thus slowly evacuate his power as the regent.

It's just, does the young monarch in front of him know.This move is like a double-edged sword, which can control the enemy or hurt oneself.

Thoughts flashed across his mind, Chu Ping remained calm: "Although the second prince of Beixun is the best candidate to succeed, but the world is impermanent, if the time comes, it will be self-defeating if you want to gain instead of harm."

"Your Majesty, don't worry too much." Anticipating that the other party would object, Qi Xiao had already thought of a solution, "I will send troops to help out, so that the second prince can succeed to the throne smoothly." Speaking of this, Qi Xiao paused, and asked Chu Ping looked over, "If I want to talk about this, I have to ask King Jian for advice."

Chu Ping's hands hidden under the huge cuffs of his official uniform twitched slightly, he frowned and met Qi Xiao's gaze, and after a moment of silence he showed a meaningful smile, and clasped his fists respectfully and replied: "I will do my best."

Wei Bingcheng, who had been standing by the case and kept silent from beginning to end, stood with his hands behind his hands. When he heard that Qi Ping was going to marry the second prince of Beixun, his expression suddenly became solemn, and the hands behind him had nails deeply embedded in them. Palm doesn't know.

Marriage?Marriage...

Why do these two words make my heart ache.