The princess is reborn

Bringing a corpse back to life?

This seemed to be something that Xie Yan's character would do.

I have heard of the prestige of Jiang Guoshi as early as a few years ago. He is proficient in witchcraft, knowledgeable, knowledgeable about astronomy and geography, but he is withdrawn and erratic. He is keen on wandering around for several years. There is no trace of him, even the current emperor can't do anything about him, so how can Xie Yan recall him from a long journey immediately?

Perhaps all of this is just a coincidence, the sudden appearance of the national teacher and the invitation of Xie Yan may not have the insidious intentions that Huaxin imagined, I can only comfort myself like this.

But the vague uneasiness in my heart is like a huge vortex, constantly expanding into boundless fear.

When I was in Qiu Yunqing's secret room that day, I didn't read the ancient book of incantations carefully, and now I think about it, and I regret it.

I don't know if the national teacher is really as amazing as the rumors say, I can see that Qiu Yunqing's physical body has been replaced by Feng Jiuyue's core, and I don't know if he really has the ability to reach the sky, Can drive me out of Qiu Yunqing's body.

Although I am not reconciled to all the hard work I have done before, if I don't go to the appointment today, Xie Yan will not let it go if I don't get the desired result, and I will definitely let me meet with the national teacher in the future.

I know Xie Yan very well, he has always been headstrong and arrogant.

There is never room for others to comment on what he is going to do.

"My lord, please resign from His Highness the Crown Prince, saying that you have urgent matters to return to Yuanzhou." Huai Xin persuaded me, his brows were tightly frowned, his face was full of worry.

"I'm really worried that His Highness the Crown Prince will be unfavorable to the young master. You don't know. It is said in the capital that His Royal Highness is going crazy. Huaixin is really scared. If something happens to the young master, how will Huaixin deal with it?" Grandpa and Madam explain."

Naturally, I don't want to go, it's clearly a Hongmen banquet, and I have to go to the banquet in full, but I'm afraid there is no possibility of returning to Zhao.

I also want to refuse, but will our honorable prince allow me to refuse?

I know Xie Yan's temperament too well, he doesn't accept rejection.If I refuse, he will intensify his suspicion in his heart that there is a connection between me and the dead Feng Jiuyue, and there will be endless temptations after that. It's better to go this time and try to cut off his thoughts.

When I thought of this, I comforted Huai Dao with a voice, "Although I look very similar to the young master of the Feng family, I am three years younger than him, and I have been living in Yuanzhou. His Royal Highness is so powerful, I am sure I can find out The trajectory of my life in Yuanzhou completely separates me from Feng Jiuyue."

"Huaixin, don't worry too much."

"As for such absurd things as returning the soul from a dead body, it has never happened since ancient times, and the national teacher of the dynasty may not have such a supernatural ability. Don't worry, I will go back as soon as I go."

"No," Huaixin was still worried, tugging on my sleeve, and still firmly disagreed, "Huaixin can't let you go alone, Huaixin must go with you, so that you can always protect my son."

He spoke very resolutely, and held me tightly by the hand.As if if I don't agree, he will never let go, I can only shake my head helplessly, and say to him, "Then let's come together."

In fact, if Xie Yan insists on doing something to me, even ten doubts can defeat him. Although he looks like a gentleman, his force value is really amazing.But Huaixin's heart is so sincere, I really can't bear to let him down, and I can't bear to pour cold water on him face to face.

I went back to the room and changed into a plain white robe, staring at the person in the mirror in a daze, with a plain face and black hair, pink lips and light eyebrows, the pale skin under the skirt reveals a sickly weakness, hidden in the wide sleeves The sharp blades revealed a cold light.

If this matter comes to light, tonight will be my last chance.

I once thought about staying by Xie Yan's side as an attendant, planning carefully, step by step, to ruin Xie Yan's reputation little by little, and to lose everything that I have painstakingly worked on over the years. Only such clever revenge can satisfy me.

But today's incident came suddenly and completely disrupted all my plans.

If my identity is exposed by the national teacher on the spot, Xie Yan will definitely not let me go easily. I still remember the cool touch of his fingertips on my back after the chess game, and the burning feeling in his eyes. For example, a lone wolf who has been hungry for several days will only show that aggressive look when facing attractive prey.

Rather than being imprisoned/imprisoned in the mansion by Xie Yan under the guise of affection, and becoming a plaything of the most honored pet, it would be better that I took his life tonight.

"Sorry." I stretched out my fingertips, and slowly landed on the end of the right eye of the person in the mirror to gently rub it, as if I was touching that quiet and gentle boy through a different time and space.

"Young Master, His Royal Highness's chariot has been waiting at the door for a long time." Huaixin urged outside the door, I could only hide the blade in my sleeve, and walked out with a calm face.

The Xie Yan chariot is still the same as it was three years ago, with exquisite octagons, and the bells hanging on all sides sway in the night wind, making crisp sounds, the bronze metal reflects the moonlight, and the dim yellow color permeates the long time.

I still remember that I was sad and cried here, and angrily smashed the porcelain cup at Xie Yan's indifferent and delicate face, and I also remembered that Xie Yan once tied my hands behind my back to prevent me from scratching the itchy wound on my arm .

At that time, I cried and said to Xie Yan, if he doesn't like me at all, then don't bully me because of my liking for him. At that time, he didn't answer me directly, but turned my attention to the other side. on.

Now that I look at the frost-like moonlight on the palace road, I finally understand what he meant that day.

Silence is the answer, avoidance is the answer.

All the betrayal and exploitation have been traced from the beginning, but I was unwilling to face it at the time, and I was immersed in my own fantasy all day long.

I was so stupid back then.

"Young Master Qiu, the main hall has arrived."

The voice of the attendant outside the chariot dragged me back to the present from three years ago. The blade in my sleeve was icy cold. I lowered my eyes and followed the attendant into the main hall without any confusion.

Xie Yan was sitting on a high seat in the center of the main hall. He was wearing a black brocade robe tonight, with a cold demeanor, with one hand curled into a fist to prop up his forehead, his eyes closed as if he was extremely tired, and his long and dense eyelashes could barely cover him. Hold the cold gray pupils.

Hearing the sound of my footsteps coming in, he slowly raised his eyelids, revealing a pair of light-colored pupils. When the indifferent pupils touched me, they were dazzlingly surprised at first, and after a few seconds, they were like the silence after the fireworks bloomed, full of vitality Overshadowed in an instant.

"Grassman Qiu Yunqing, see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"See Master National Teacher."

I saluted according to the etiquette, and from the corner of my eyes, I saw the master of the state teacher sitting on the guest seat. He was not as old as I imagined, but in his prime, tall and healthy, but with gray beard and hair, like an old man with long hair.

Before Xie Yan could speak, the national teacher stared at me in amazement after entering the door, shook his head, and walked towards me, muttering, "It's so similar, it's so similar, there are two people who are so similar in the world !"

"No," he sized me up and down, then frowned and said, "This one doesn't have a mole, the one in Mingyue Tower..."

The national teacher was only halfway through his words, and was suddenly interrupted by Xie Yan. He seemed to be reminded of some painful memory, and even his face became extremely ugly, so he said coldly, "The national teacher only needs to judge This person is Feng Jiuyue."

"Okay," the national teacher put his hand up with a embarrassed expression, looking like a little old man, stroking his long beard, walking around beside me, plausibly speaking, "you can't tell it just by looking at it." , I have to wait for the old man to do it, and see if the core here is possessed by some kind of wandering spirit."

My fingertips curled up slightly nervously, but I forced myself to look at the national teacher, and there was no sign of timidity in my eyes.Everything is still unknown, I can't mess up my position at this time and leave excuses for Xie Yan.

The national teacher carefully observed the expression on my face, as if he wanted to find the slightest flaw in me, but in the end he found nothing. He only gave me a cold snort, then turned his head and returned to Xie Yan.

"His Royal Highness, you can't see it, you need to cast a spell. If it's really a wandering soul, it will naturally show its original shape."

"Wait a minute," Xie Yan heard this, and in a rare way lost his usual calm and indifference, and instead asked, "Would this technique of yours cause harm to Wandering Soul itself?"

A hint of interest flashed in the cunning eyes of the national teacher, and he replied with a smile, "If the old man said that this technique will cause a little damage to the wandering soul of the young master, but it will not be scattered, then His Royal Highness, you still have to do it!" ?"

"No," Xie Yan made a decision almost immediately. He furrowed his eyebrows and waved his hands firmly, "If you want to make him hurt, then forget it."

Xie Yan's expression looked like he was extremely tired, his eyes were black and blue, and now he was even more sleepy after hearing that the spell of the national teacher might harm the wandering soul, and there was still a lingering fear in his eyes.

It's just hypocrisy, I thought so, I just lowered my head, bit my lower lip tightly, to prevent myself from crying out in fright.

The room is currently deathly quiet and dignified, but a chuckle from the national teacher broke the bleak and condensed atmosphere.

He covered his lips and smiled cunningly like a fox, "Okay, okay, why can't you two have fun at all? This spell will not harm Wandering Soul itself, Your Highness, don't worry .”

"Then cast a spell."

Xie Yan got the guarantee from the national teacher, the worried look on his face faded instantly, and he returned to a cold and paralyzed face, he only set his scorching gaze on the end of my right eye, and never looked away for a long time.

When the national teacher cast the spell, he didn't play the joke like he just joked, but he was full of viciousness and cruelty that was indistinguishable from the gods and demons.

He kept chanting unknown incantations, and the floating dust in his hands danced like sword flowers in the air. He closed his eyes and finished chanting the incantation plausibly, but suddenly his muddy black pupils opened, and now Bloody eyes.

At that moment, the strong wind outside the window swept through the thick clouds fiercely, and for a while, a raging hurricane broke into the hall, instantly forming a huge storm around me.

Sure enough, the national teacher has two brushes, which can cause such a sudden change in wind and rain. It seems that I am doomed this time. I slowly put my hand into my sleeve and touched the cold blade, but my whole body relaxed. Waiting for the right time to come, and also prepared to be debunked.

The change happened very quickly. The hurricane lingered by my side for a long time, with the tendency of destruction, but now it suddenly turned into a gentle breeze. It passed through my fingertips and circled around In my ear, there was a young man whispering softly, "I wish you well."

This is, this is Qiu Yunqing's voice!

He even has a voice that is so similar to mine, but he is three years younger than me, and there is still a youthful feeling in his voice.

Since then, the gust of wind has gradually become weaker. After wrapping around my body intimately, it turned into the shape of a butterfly and flew towards the window without a trace of nostalgia.

The storm went away, and everything returned to the original silence and indifference.

"Master, how is it?"

Xie Yan's words carried an imperceptible tremor, and even the phoenix eyes seemed to be lit up with hope, with bits and pieces of bright starlight, and they were no longer lifeless as in the past.

At this time, the national teacher also knew that jokes were not allowed, so his expression became very solemn and serious, with a strong apology in his tone, he slightly bowed to Xie Yan, and said regretfully, "His Royal Highness, I'm sorry."

He still tried to say something to comfort him, but Xie Yan stopped him, "No need to say more, let's go down."

The pressure around me was relieved at the moment the teacher's voice fell, and the nightmare that had haunted me for many days finally came to a perfect end at this moment.

Qiu Yunqing not only gave me the most heartfelt blessings, but also silently helped me resolve this sudden storm, allowing me to continue living as Qiu Yunqing, and allowing me to display my unrevenged father's revenge.

After today, Xie Yan will never recognize me as Feng Jiuyue again, he will deeply know that I am Qiu Yunqing, and Feng Jiuyue died three years ago, turning into a bunch of cold people bones.

But I will appear in front of him every day, reminding him repeatedly that Feng Jiuyue used to exist in his world, a person who loved him very much but was ruthlessly abandoned by him in the end.

If he really likes me as he shows, he will definitely be very sad.

When I thought of this, even the corners of my lips could not help but twitch slightly, and I finally dared to raise my head upright to see Xie Yan.

Now he is sitting alone on a high position in the main hall, his embroidered robes are rich and luxurious, and the candlelight in the hall dances, but it only falls on him, illuminating the loneliness around him with nowhere to hide, like the last generation who has enjoyed a hundred years of solitude Emperor, quietly waiting for the last moment of withering life to come.

The author has something to say:

"I have everything I ever wanted, but lost my bright moon forever."