The princess is reborn

In the early morning of the next day, the entire convoy of attendants set off for the Prince's Mansion.

When the carriage barely stopped, I got out of the carriage, and as far as I could see, it was the peach blossom tree that swayed in the wind.

When I recalled seeing it for the first time, I still had unspeakable teenage concerns in my heart, throbbing and uneasiness that I couldn’t express, and I just waited at the door from noon to night.

Thinking about it now, I just feel that I am too stupid, and I rush to use it for Xie Yan.

In the bottom of my heart, I thought about the matter of selecting a servant, and I only thought that I was selecting the future princess, so I was very contemptuous of the cooperation.

But I don't want to, all the procedures are very formal, and there is no link that requires undressing and inspection. It is more about testing the level of pen and ink. Naturally, Qiu Yunqing's strength is not a problem, and he ranks first in the door.

I was always wearing a veil when I was doing the test, but when I got to the back, there was really nothing I could do. If I was the only one in the room who didn't show my true face, it would be very awkward.

The housekeeper came to me and asked me politely, "Young Master Qiu, is there something wrong with your face? Can I ask this old servant to find a doctor to look at it for you?"

His tone was gentle and his manner was polite, which made me feel ashamed to call him sick.

Speaking of which, the housekeeper can be regarded as an old friend of mine. Three years have passed in a flash, and he seems to be living a life that is not going well. There are a few strands of gray hair on his temples, but he is still in good spirits.

I can only take off the veil slowly, I have already prepared in the bottom of my heart, no matter how others react, I can prevaricate it.But there was a sudden silence at the scene, and it was more the sound of people gasping for air, and I heard the waiters who were farther away were whispering.

"The son of the governor of Xuzhou who was killed by us, although he is very outstanding among us, but compared to him, he can't even compare to him."

"No wonder he has been wearing a veil and refuses to show his face easily. It turns out that he is the one we should guard against the most. Really, let him go like this."

"There are two people in this world who are so similar. If Feng Jiuyue hadn't died three years ago, and my father had diagnosed him personally, I would have thought he had come back from the dead."

"What is the background of that man? The city is too deep. He obviously knows that his appearance is exactly the same as that of the Feng family, so he deliberately uses a veil to cover it, so as to avoid the disputes along the way."

"Whoever he is? As long as it doesn't interfere with my business, as long as the prince doesn't like him, just treat him as air."

"Air?"

"I'm afraid the air will kill us."

Sure enough, taking off the veil would be tantamount to exposing myself to danger, but now that I have arrived in the capital, this is the Prince's Mansion, I guess they would not dare to mess around if I borrow ten of their guts.

"Other young masters wait in the front hall first, it's windy here, don't catch a cold." The housekeeper signaled the servant to lead the way, and those young masters could only follow the servant resentfully.

I instantly breathed a sigh of relief, now that I am reborn, although I am not afraid, I am still not used to being exposed to the eyes of everyone, and I don't like the vicious words rustling in the dark.

The butler dismissed him, obviously he had something to say to me.I'm not a person who beat around the bush, so I asked, "Does the housekeeper have anything to say to Yun Qing?"

The butler didn't answer me directly. He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the distant mountains in a daze, as if immersed in memories, and spoke slowly.

"Mr. Qiu, you also know that you look very similar to the young master of the Feng family, right?"

"Well," I nodded and asked again, "so what?"

Now that I use Qiu Yunqing's body, it looks very similar to me before, so what?Xie Yan will let me go because of this?Or kill me because you can't understand my face?I don't know what the result will be, but it's not a good thing to get involved with Xie Yan.

"No way," the housekeeper sighed, "I just think that His Royal Highness should wake up from his dream. The Sri Lankan is dead, and the living should look forward."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Qiu, you and Mr. Feng really look alike. I have also spent some time with Mr. Feng. He is very likable, with a face like a peach, but a heart like a child. He is very suitable for His Royal Highness, the Prince. His Highness also likes him very much. It's a pity that he died at the age of 19, maybe this is the so-called unlucky beauty."

Xie Yan likes me too?

Why do people all over the world say Xie Yan likes me very much?

His hobby is to use me, kill my father, and then pretend to play in front of the whole world?Forgive me for not agreeing with his false and suffocating love.

"The original prince's mansion was very deserted, but it became very lively after Mr. Feng came. He walks the dog and teases the cat here every day, and every time he thinks of it, he goes out."

"Don't look at how indifferent His Royal Highness is, he can't leave Young Master Feng for a moment."

"A while ago, Mr. Feng had a temper tantrum with him, and he didn't come to the mansion for nearly a month. Although His Highness pretended not to care, he sent people to secretly inquire about his whereabouts every day."

"In order to be named son, the prince even dared to defy the emperor's offer of marriage. Fortunately, they reconciled later."

"I used to think that the two of them had a lot of trouble, but who knew that they would end up in such a miserable way." The butler said this, his eyes were slightly red, and he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hand.

The things that the butler said are too far away from me. If I heard the old me, I would probably jump up for joy, pester Xie Yan, and ask him if he likes me very much, and if he can't leave me for a moment.

But now, when I hear these words, I just feel calm, and I always feel that all this has nothing to do with me.

Whether Xie Yan likes me and uses me, or simply uses me because he doesn't like me, there is my father's life between me and him, and all I can give him is hatred.

If he really loves me, I may use this love maliciously to make him feel endless pain.Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that viciousness should also be contagious, and now I have become a vicious villain like Xie Yan.

If Xie Yan loves me, I will use his love to make him unable to live or die.I hope he loves me, loves me well, and let me trample on his love as much as he trampled on my love that day.

I didn't know what to say to the butler's rambling words, I just looked down at the fallen leaves on the ground, and only raised my head when I heard the butler call my name.

The housekeeper looked at me steadily, with kind and friendly eyes, and persuasive words in his words.

"If His Royal Highness sees Mr. Chou's face, he will inevitably be agitated. His excitement is for Mr. Feng. I hope Mr. Chou will not take it seriously."

In an instant, I understood what the butler meant. He was advising me not to be emotional with Xie Yan.Xie Yan's many emotions towards me are all based on my appearance.If I take off this appearance, I am nothing.

"Thank you for the reminder, butler, Yunqing knows." I bowed to the butler respectfully, and I couldn't help feeling grateful.

Although the butler treated me arrogantly at the beginning, he was very kind and friendly to me later on.Today's suggestion is also from Qiu Yunqing's point of view, and I don't want me to get stuck in the mud.

"Well, the old slave is going down first."

After the housekeeper stepped back, I stood under the peach blossom tree, looking in the direction of Xie Yan's study, what is Xie Yan doing now?

I thought of his face immersed in dreams last night, and the tears he shed on my shoulders, which made me go to him in his dreams tonight, just thinking about it, if Xie Yan is really an infatuated kind, then everything It will be much easier to handle.

After all kinds of assessments, we have to wait for the final assessment of the crown prince, but the news came from the housekeeper suddenly, saying that the crown prince has something to do tonight and the assessment is inconvenient, so let us wait until tomorrow.

Huaixin is a loyal man. Before I said anything, he went to find out the news by himself and shared it with me excitedly.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince has nothing important to do, but he was just too drunk. He took a few jars of good wine and ran to Feng's house, but he didn't come out all night."

I paused while sipping tea, I couldn't hide the smile on my lips, and said, "Interesting."

So Xie Yan really thought that I would keep my promise to meet him in my dream, so he pushed everything away, and went to Fengfu to wait for me at noon.

If he finds out that everything was just a dream, he should cry, after all, I didn't leave any trace there.

Thinking of this, my mood improved visibly to the naked eye, and even seeing the cold moon felt much more pleasing to the eye.

After all, making Xie Yan uncomfortable made me feel very good.

"Son, don't you really want to see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? Why are you so happy when he doesn't come today?"

Huaixin filled up my cup of tea, puzzled by my good mood at the moment.

Naturally, it is impossible for me to tell him. I just told him, "I just think of some interesting stories and feel refreshed."

"Well, as long as the young master is happy." Huaixin backed out with a puzzled face.

The room was quiet, I leaned leisurely on the soft bed, staring at the moonlight on the ground in a trance.

Thinking back to the countless nights three years ago, I was lying in Xie Yan's arms and rubbing hands with him, looking at the moon together, and I didn't feel a little scared, like being entangled by a poisonous snake without knowing it.

What kind of mentality did Xie Yan deal with me at that time?But you are laughing at me, a shameless little girl who dares to recommend herself as a pillow mat?

I was so angry that I crushed the quilt under my hand, and saw the fine dust floating in the air, like flying dust.

It's great that this body doesn't suffer from asthma.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up at night, and I wrapped myself tightly in the warm blanket and curled up on the bed like a cat.

At this time, the thank you words didn't see me, so you should give up, right?

If he was dressed as thinly as last night, and drank like this, he would definitely catch a cold, he deserved it, happy, I slept happily on the soft bed with this kind of mentality of being happy at home.

At noon the next day, the housekeeper came to report and asked all the attendants to wait in the garden, and the selection of the prince's attendants officially started.

I don't like being late, I went quite early, and I was at the front of the line, but gradually I was pushed to the back.

Yesterday, those people seemed to form a united force overnight, pushing me from the front of the team to the back. There are at least a hundred of these candidates, and I am in the back. Thank you. I can't even see me, I'm not angry, I even think these people are ridiculous.

"Son."

I heard Huaixin's voice coming from a distance, and when I looked back, I realized that he was standing not far away, but the attendants could not get involved in this kind of occasion, his face was full of anger, as if he was very angry at what happened to me. Very dissatisfied with this treatment.

I just shook my head at him, scolded him with my eyes, not letting him get involved, and then stood quietly in the line.

Not long after, I heard the steward's voice, "His Royal Highness has arrived."

I stood at the back of the line and saluted with everyone. My position was concealed. In order to verify the conjecture last night, I slightly raised my head to look at Xie Yan, only to find that he really looked worse than the previous night.

He was wearing a dark blue court dress, obviously he had just come to the court meeting, he didn't take the matter of serving and reading to heart, and he didn't dress up much.His face looked paler than the night before, his thin lips were bloodless, his gray pupils were gloomy, and his face was impatient, as if he was under the pressure of the emperor, so he was going through the motions.

He seemed to be suffering from the wind and cold, and coughed a few times from time to time. He looked sickly, his face was as white as paper, his cheeks were so thin that there was not much flesh, and he was even more cold and ruthless, like a sharp sword.

Seeing that he was coughing badly, the housekeeper quickly handed him tea, Xie Yan took it with a calm expression, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had cried all night.

"Everyone get up."

Xie Yan put the tea aside and said coldly.

I stood up with the crowd, looking at Xie Yan's gloomy and haggard face through layers of crowd.In the moonlight that night, I couldn't see him so clearly, but now that the sky is clear and clear, I can see Xie Yan's appearance in my eyes.

Half of his body was leaning on the table and chair, and the indigo peacock pattern on his court clothes set off his description of a dark bird with long eyelashes.

Thickly covering the unpleasant emotions in his eyes, his pale lips were pursed into a straight line, which is often a sign of his uneasy mood.

Xie Yan did not speak, and the garden was deadly silent. The steward could only remind him dutifully, "His Royal Highness, the selection can begin."

"Well," Xie Yan responded indifferently, took the booklet on the desk with his cold fingertips, and began to review it carefully, "The housekeeper can think of a topic to test them."

Xie Yan made it clear that he was just doing superficial work for the emperor, and now that the emperor was not in front of him, he didn't even bother to pretend.

How much ink can the butler have in his stomach? He looked very embarrassed and a little embarrassed. He just coughed lightly and asked helplessly, "Who can know who wrote it after ten years of life and death? ?”

This question is simply a sub-question, like a thunderbolt exploded in the waiter's reading.

Everyone knows the answer, and everyone wants to make the best first impression in front of the prince.

Right now is the best opportunity, the first question, the first answer, will definitely let Xie Yan remember himself.

Because of this unbelievably simple question from the housekeeper, those waiters who were eager to show off started pushing each other.

People in the front row have more chances, so they can naturally behave more elegantly, while those in the back row may not be seen by the housekeeper raising their hands, and their chances of answering are even slimmer.

In such a disadvantaged situation, they actually started to physically collide, scrambling to squeeze forward.

And I did not join their war, but pitifully became cannon fodder under their fire.The others stood intact as long as I was pushed to the ground by them.

Seeing that I was being bullied, Huai Xin was eager to protect the lord, so he rushed over directly, pushed everyone around me away, and said viciously, "What are you doing to push my son!"

"He is not in good health. You are so arrogant and unreasonable. If my young master has any troubles, can you afford it?"

I was inevitably moved, but I soon discovered that after Huaixin's roar, the entire garden fell silent.

I instinctively looked up to see Xie Yan's reaction, he really found me, there was a huge crowd between me and him, but we could only see each other.

Xie Yan's gray pupils were as deep as the sea at this time, and the turbulent emotions in it were about to drown me. He looked at me deeply, his phoenix eyes were almost nailed to me, as if he was confirming whether I really existed in reality or not. Existed only in his dreams.

After hesitating for a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind, and hurried away from the desk. He always walked steadily, but on the way to approach me, he almost fell down many times.

I have made countless mental preparations in my heart so that I will not show timidity when facing thank-you words in the future.

But today, Xie Yan and I were both exposed to the sun, but I instinctively wanted to escape, so I kept curling up and retreating, not daring to look directly at Xie Yan's overly hot gaze, but suddenly fell into a cool embrace .

Xie Yan knelt on one knee, holding me in his arms with arms as hard as iron. It was not like the feather-light hug the night before yesterday, but more like the full-strength hug of the night in the bridal chamber. The strength of the suffocation proves that I am real, not a wisp of smoke in his arms.

He put the weight of his whole body on me, resting his head on my shoulder, his voice was hoarse, as if a traveler who had been away for many years had finally returned to his dream home, "Xiaoqiu, Xiaoqiu, it turns out it's true It's not a dream."

How could this be a dream?

Even if it is a dream, it is your nightmare starting from today.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help a sneer on the corner of my lips, I stretched out my hand to try to push him away, and only called him softly, "Your Highness, you have misunderstood the person, I am not Xiaoqiu, I am Qiu Yunqing."

"No, you are Xiaoqiu."

Xie Yan answered very firmly, and even stretched out his cold fingertips to touch my eyes, as if he was searching his memory for the little mole under his right eye.

But he soon found that he couldn't find it, and his tone was panicked, "Where's your mole? Why is your mole gone?"

Xie Yan's expression at this time is not unimpressive, he has always been aloof, but now he is panicking like a child, constantly touching my eyes, and asking me hesitantly.

"Where's your mole? Why is it gone?"

What he was looking for was a mole, it was clearly a glimmer of hope that Feng Muqiu was still alive.He is now like a dying man drowning in the sea trying to find driftwood, but I want to crush his last hope.

I quietly moved to his ear and spoke softly into his ear. I remember that his ears were very sensitive before, and if he was slighted by me, his earlobes would turn red.

It's the same now, he backed away slightly in surprise, with surprise and a touch of embarrassment hidden in his eyes, his face, which was originally as white as a narcissus, was also tinged with blood because of my sudden approach.

"His Royal Highness, I am Qiu Yunqing, and I have no moles."

"The one with the mole is Feng Jiuyue. He hanged himself three years ago. Didn't you help him collect his body? Why? Did you forget?"

I said this very softly, only with a volume that the two of us could hear, and I quietly watched the blood on Xie Yan's face fade away in an instant.

He stared at me blankly, as if he was judging whether I was Feng Jiuyue or Qiu Yunqing, his eyes were full of confusion and sadness.

"His Royal Highness, this is indeed Mr. Qiu."

"His father is the magistrate of Yuanzhou. He is indeed not the same person as Mr. Feng this year."

The butler's voice sounded from the side, with a gentle persuasion, as if hoping to wake Xie Yan from his dream.

But Xie Yan didn't want to wake up, and even became more rampant. He hugged me by the waist almost arbitrarily, and his arms strangled my waist painfully.

I looked at the waiters present, and they all looked at me with malicious and jealous eyes, as if I had taken away their precious things.I didn't feel any elation, just nausea.

I hate how Xie Yan touches me. Now his hand is on my waist. To me, it is more like a rotten venom eroding my internal organs, making my hatred almost burst out of my heart. .

"Your Highness, where are you taking me?"

I didn't dare to show my emotions, so I subconsciously grabbed the skirt of Xie Yan's chest and asked hard.

Xie Yan kept walking, but lowered his eyes to look at me.

At this time, there were broken sunlight in his eyes, even the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his voice faded from depression, "I'm looking for Zhuang Niang."

And I soon knew exactly what Xie Yan wanted to do.

I sat in front of the simple bronze mirror, and with a trembling right hand, I stroked the little red mole that the makeup girl had put on for me. It was really wonderful, and immediately made me that monster named Feng Jiuyue again.

Xie Yan is like this, as long as he wants, whether I like it or not, I must obey, because I have no room to resist if I fall in love first, the person who falls in love first is always very humble, I used to be almost Everywhere is trying to please him.

But now, I don't love him anymore, and I don't want to be Feng Jiuyue anymore, but he still pushes me. How far will he push me to be satisfied.

He was standing behind me right now, his beautiful eyes were slightly hooked because of a slight smile, his gray pupils were as clear as two crystal beads under the sunlight, and his expression was full of tranquility affectionate.

Xie Yan looks really good, even with such a haggard look, he is still as beautiful as a painting, no wonder I was so excited before, but now, I only feel the bone-destroying hatred.

The knot in my chest made me bite my lower lip, and when I turned around, I slapped Xie Yan's handsome face hard.

His expression froze in an instant, as if a beautiful dream had been shattered, his expression froze but without any irritation, like a broken jade Buddha, he quietly waited for my next words, as if he was waiting for me to explain to him, Why hit him.

"His Royal Highness, I am Qiu Yunqing, the only son of the prefect of Yuanzhou. I came to Beijing this trip to be your attendant and work with you, not to be someone you once knew."

When I said this, even my voice was trembling, and the fingertips hanging by my side curled up slightly, I hoped that my slap would anger him or wake him up.

But who knows, he suddenly took my hand, and put a delicate kiss on my palm, with distressed expression on his face, and said to me, "Xiaoqiu, don't be angry, I was wrong."

He kissed the hand that I just slapped him, I just think he is crazy!

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