The Road to Peach Blossoms

A slap slapped her face hard, the pain was shocking.

She burst into tears, ready to accept her fate, when the boy in the car suddenly said, "Wait a minute—"

His voice is low and deep, clear and magnetic, like the sound of heaven.

That year, he was only 14 years old; that year, she was only 11 years old.

He gave a slight signal, and a servant knelt down in front of the carriage as a footstool, and the graceful and luxurious young man calmly got down from the carriage and strolled in the court.

"This slave, the hall bought it."

The supervisor carefully watched his demeanor and ostentation, and hurriedly bowed and smiled to agree, then changed his face when he turned his head, kicked and scolded her and said to her: "I don't know what kind of shit you're going to do, you stupid girl!" Lucky, this lord wants to buy you, why don't you hurry up and thank me!"

Later, Qianqian learned that the young man was the seventh prince of the White Tiger Kingdom. Because he suffered from cold poison when he was young, he was left with a cold syndrome. Every winter, his body was as cold as ice, and the pain was unbearable.His mother and concubine were superstitious about gods and ghosts, so they asked him to go to various countries to pray for gods and beasts. The four gods and beasts are the totem beliefs of the four great powers.

Later, Qianqian asked the Seventh Prince: "Your Highness, why did you buy me?"

His Highness took a seat on the chair paved with soft emerald greens, and looked at her with distant eyes: "Because you look so much like... the Nine Emperor Brothers of our palace."

The Nine Emperor Brothers he was talking about were the clean-eyed and aloof Ximen Tan from the White Tiger Kingdom. At a young age, he had a cool appearance and a noble temperament.

To put it bluntly, she is useful.

Hearing this, she felt at ease instead. Since His Highness saved her, no matter what the purpose was, she would stay by His Highness's side for the rest of her life.

Later, Qianqian waited by His Highness's side, and when His Highness forgot to sleep and eat, and crouched at his desk for review, she would pour tea, pour water, grind ink and wash inkstone for him; Gu Xingchen; when His Highness tossed and turned, and his mind was tired, she would stay with him silently and sip the wine.

Later, when His Royal Highness occasionally had spare time, he would teach her calligraphy, poetry, etiquette, chess, calligraphy and painting. Yuan Tingyue stood behind her with his hands behind his back. Scratches, stretched out his fair and slender fingers to hold the back of her hand, and pointed out the strokes and methods of Chinese characters. The characters written by him are obviously black and white, but they always seem to be like a dragon and a snake, like an iron painting. The silver hook looks like falling clouds, like the secrets of heaven, and it looks like a dragon, showing upright.

Qianqian was deeply immersed in the time spent with him.

Although, His Highness opened a letter and asked her to copy and imitate the handwriting on it; even though, His Highness was serious, silent and majestic, and told her to behave according to what he said, and she could not have any daughters. Mood, she also likes it.

She knew that that person was Ximen Tan, the person she would replace in the future.

So, she accompanied him in Suzaku Kingdom for three years, Xuanwu Kingdom for three years, Qinglong Kingdom for three years, a total of nine years before returning to White Tiger Kingdom.In the White Tiger Country, she met the Ninth Prince, how could she perfectly imitate him?How can His Highness be satisfied?

After Qianqian thought about it, she set out to act. It took her two years to carefully design a perfect encounter based on the other person's personality and behavior——

The temples are full of lace and mist, and the moon fans are fragrant in cloud clothes by the wine bank.

The desolate and high-spirited Ximen Tan only took one look, then stepped down from the solitary altar, and took her into the mansion who was drunk and smiling in the romantic scene;

Because the Ninth Prince has no dust in his eyes and is arrogant and arrogant, he only sees his own face on weekdays, and often lingers in the mirror, obsessed with his own appearance, but Qianqian's face is a copy of his, so he can see it at a glance. love at first sight;

She observed carefully and carefully imitated each other's actions in getting along with each other every day; in the end, she personally assassinated the Ninth Prince Ximen Tan; Use this Yuchang Sword to end the life of the Ninth Prince.

She was also sitting in front of the vanity mirror he configured for her, taking his place.

The fragrant clothes and temple shadows, the silky pearls and shoes have faded away, and the blue silk is scattered like silk, and the wind and fog are scattered on the temples.

The chest cloth smoothed out the slender Chun'ang twin peaks; the thick kudzu hemp was attached to the soft and slender waist; the sky was high, and the elegant and slender figure was raised.

Put on a Suluo robe, a silver flower belt, and a white jade crown.

A pair of eyebrows, a box of rouge, a little lead, Qianqian looks at the dressing table in the mirror.

Gently crescent eyebrows are drawn into a man's sword eyebrows; the handsome face is drawn into a man's sharp edges;

Every stroke and every painting is the appearance of Ximen Tan.

Qianqian stared at the appearance of the man who accompanied him day and night in the mirror for a long time, and couldn't help choking and crying.

From then on, there was only one ninth prince, Ximen Tan, and there was no more woman Qianqian in the world.

When Ximenyan came to Suzaku Kingdom, what his mother and concubine said was less about petitioning the gods and beasts, but the main purpose was to develop power, expand his team, and let his subordinates spread all over the world.

He has stayed here for three years, and occasionally he will come to the streets of the capital in a low-key way, without taking anyone with him, and he will sit on the second floor of Tianxiang Building by the window, the window is half open , looked down, and saw three red-haired teenagers, their smiles were wanton and unrestrained, and they were desperately swaying their youth.

Due to the high-yield characteristics of Suzaku Kingdom, the royal family can be found everywhere, and there are many kinds of bad ones. If you don't wear status jade, if you don't wear brocade clothes, if you don't have servants and carriages to drive the way, the common people will not recognize it!

If the red-haired person is noble, he is like a prince or king, and if he is lowly, he is like a prostitute, child, prostitute, or female.

Therefore, red hair is not eye-catching in Suzaku Kingdom or even the other three countries, nor does it represent the rich and powerful.

But Ximenyan noticed them because he knew them, or at least knew their details. One of them was a newly-emerged contender for the throne, the other was a cynical future guardian of the family and the world, and the other was a psychic. The future national teacher of the body.

However, Ximenyan didn't look at them, nor did he look at all of them, but his deeper soul—a soul that didn't belong to this era, but came from the next decade or so.

They left this place together, at least they couldn't be seen from this small window, Ximenyan knocked on the table regularly with his knuckles, calling Xiao Er to pay the bill.

The waiter was taken aback when he came over. The guest officer didn't order a meal or vegetable, and he didn't even take a sip of the free tea.

Ximenyan got up and left, silently following behind him.

——This soul is useful to him, just as an accessory, the diffuse energy is enough to maintain the peace of the four countries, and it is his biggest obstacle at present.

Three years later, he went to Xuanwu Kingdom.

During this period in Xuanwu Kingdom, several major events happened one after another in a short period of time: the sage in the eyes of the common people, the wise ruler in the hearts of loyal ministers, suddenly changed his appearance, ignoring political affairs, moody, violent, restless and insane. One look; but it stopped abruptly when the Ninth Prince was born a few days later.

According to historical records: At the first birth of the Ninth Prince, the purple air rose eastward, shrouded in auspicious clouds, and Emperor Yin's face was filled with joy. The previous decadence was swept away, and he held the baby without letting go. Immediately, he ordered the whole world to celebrate and amnesty the world.

While Ximenyan was watching in secret, he was developing his power in an orderly manner.

He chose an auspicious day for Huang Chen to enter the palace. As the seventh prince of the White Tiger Kingdom, Emperor Xuanwu was willing to meet him in person. In the Palace of Yongsi, Emperor Yin held the newborn baby in his arms. Yan, full of smiles.

Ximen Yan thought absently, is this the "father's love" that military ministers and common people call?

The child was babbling in Yinhuang's arms, his little arms and short legs were waving in the air, very mischievous.He has a very delicate milky white face, his cheeks are pink like a peach blossom, and his eyes are bright and energetic, reflecting the complicated and complicated world, reflecting a piece of phantom glass color.

Unconsciously, Ximenyan was fascinated by the sight, adjusted his posture, and continued to watch intently.

Yinhuang snorted, and narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly: "What's wrong with His Highness the Seventh Prince? Why don't you talk when you come and keep looking at my Jiu'er?"

cute, want to hug.

Ximenyan pursed his lips and remained silent, and the child babbled and stretched out his hand to him.

Yinhuang then lowered his head, and gently scratched the child's little nose with his long and slender index finger, his eyes were full of pampering almost overflowing: "Why, you little heartless, do you want someone to hug you?"

The child tilted his head, but his smiling eyes were crooked, so cute.

Bei Chenyin's heart was so soft that he couldn't refuse any of his requests.

Yinhuang reluctantly placed the child in Ximenyan's arms, Ximenyan took it carefully, the weight in his hand was obviously light as a feather, but to him, it seemed to be as heavy as a thousand weights.

Ximenyan tried to imitate Yinhuang to tease the child with his fingers, but just as he carefully stretched out his index finger, the little man in his arms sucked his little finger. land.

The child who didn't even have deciduous teeth, the soft tongue and soft mouth wrapped around Ximenyan's little finger, biting him hard, the itchy touch was like soft and white feathers gently scratching his heart Going up, his face turned red all of a sudden, he could only hold the little man in his arms at a loss, not daring to move rashly.

If you withdraw, you are not willing; if you do not withdraw, it is not appropriate.

If his subordinates saw their indifferent and majestic master blushing and bewildered by a helpless baby, they would probably be stunned and open their mouths to spit tea on the spot.

Yinhuang's eyes flashed slightly, and he couldn't help laughing: "He treats you like a mother!"

Ximenyan's ear tips were reddish, and his heart beat faster.

He lowered his head slightly, and the child was reflected in his eyes, his eyes were gentle.

Come to me, if you are homeless, I will spoil you.

Why not reborn beside me?

I will love you more than him.

The author has something to say:

Ximenyan: Cute, I want to hug her.

Yinhuang: No——mine! (Look at me using Lingbo microsteps, don't even think about catching up with me)

Xiaogong: I can’t even understand ╮(￣⊿￣)╭, (It’s not shameful to be cute (shame), toothless~laugh)

Yinhuang: Woooooo~ Jiu’er doesn’t want me anymore (why are you laughing at that annoying ghost)

Ximenyan: Stretch out your hand, poke (you can't move yourself if you are addicted to poking your face)

Xiao Gong: I suck, I suck, I suck (why there is no sweet...) Hey, I'm so hungry, wronged, I'm super fierce——

Yinhuang: Heartbroken (-ω`), Xiao Jiu’er’s first kiss wasn’t me (wringing the handkerchief...)