After Jiang Ziquan was tired, there was a hazy scene in front of him, and it seemed that he had come to the dreamland that he once came to. At that time, the little Taoist priest like himself had become a half-sized girl, with long flowing hair reaching his waist, and wearing a brocade dress on his body. Feng Xiufu, with a jade pendant hanging around her waist, was looking down at the book, but she was indescribably romantic, and Jiang Ziquan, who had the same face as her, couldn't help but exclaimed.
"So you can be so beautiful." Jiang Ziquan unconsciously took a closer look, it was indeed a rare beauty.
"Princess, the high priest of the Wu clan is here." The little maid bowed her head, and did not dare to look up at the person who was reading, she said respectfully.
Qingyin put down the book in her hand and nodded: "Let her come in." After seeing the little maid leave, she stretched again and slumped on the chair, how could there be a half-point of Xiuya just now.
Jiang Ziquan thought to himself that this girl looks different from her predecessors, but she still likes the unscrupulous look of her face. She leaned forward and looked at the book she was reading. It can still be seen that each is a portrait of a beautiful and handsome guy, the same as her own.
"See Her Royal Highness."
Konggu Youlan's voice, Jiang Ziquan would not have misunderstood it. He looked carefully at the high priest who was saluting. Sure enough, he had the same face as Teacher Shen, but the high priest's eyes were cold and his whole body was emitting cold air. Teacher Shen's temperament is completely different, but he is somewhat similar to that big star Su Yan.
"Get up." Qingyin seemed to be stunned for a while when she saw the face of the high priest, adjusted her voice, then slowly opened her mouth, and then screened the next person. She knocked on the table unconsciously. She was the little princess of Qianguo, but when she was a child, in order to pray for the blessing of her father, she invited herself to practice on the mountain. She recruited a not-so-small-scale poisonous hand. She didn't know when she was bewitched, and she didn't grow her hair for so many years.
She could even think of what the history books said about her, the first bald princess in history - Shen Qingyan.
Exiled Shuang was not in a hurry. He didn't see the tangled color of Qingyan at all. He sat there indifferently, unable to see the expression in his eyes, like a statue.
Jiang Ziquan glanced at the two of them. They both looked like gods. If it was really her and Teacher Shen's previous life, they would be quite eye-catching. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile. very large.
Shen Qingyan glanced at her, thinking that the position of High Priest had been established since she was a child, and she was called a genius of witchcraft for a hundred years. Come on, after tangled for a while, my heart sank, and I removed the three thousand troubles from my head with my hands.
Jiang Ziquan: "..."
It turns out that the ancients would still wear wigs, and no modern person could see the good quality of her hair, but if you look closely, the shiny head doesn't look so ugly, and it may be that the filter of narcissism is a little thick.
Qing Yan blushed and bit her lip. She also knew how funny her bald head looked, and said in a muffled voice, "Can it be cured?"
Jiang Ziquan could clearly see the change in Banshuang. The look on his face was cold just now, but now there is a warm color in his eyes. Perhaps because he is not short-sighted, his eyes are brighter than Teacher Shen's.
"It can be cured." With a smile on her face, she walked over as she spoke, lifted the clothes on her right arm, and there was a long bloodstain on it. She stood behind Qing Yan, and used Gu on it. A new bloodstain opened on the bloodstain, covering the original bloodstain, and then said, "Princess, it's alright."
Jiang Ziquan looked at it and thought about the first time she saw the two of them, the little girl said she wanted to help Qingyin make the promise of eating meat and not growing her hair. She guessed for a while, it was not because Qingyin had forgotten about it. Bar.
Qing Yan touched his bald head with a look of disbelief, and asked in doubt, "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure." Ban Shuang smiled at her, with an unusual blush on his face, and there were many beads of sweat on his forehead. He lowered his eyes: "My name is Ban Shuang."
"Exiled Shuang, it's a good name." Qing Yan really forgot the little girl at that time, and didn't care why she introduced her name, and immersed in the joy of growing her hair later, she praised. : "My name is Qingyan, Qingyan of Haiqingheyan"
Jiang Ziquan was quite familiar with Mr. Shen's shy look. The look just now was exactly the same as Mr. Shen's. This little girl named Shishuang was probably interested in this little princess.
This is puppy love! ! !
Before Jiang Ziquan could continue to complain, the situation in front of him changed very quickly. Most of them were growing up. After a while, they saw the two of them riding horses and galloping. Beating her, I saw them lying on the bed whispering, Shishuang was playing with her short hair of Qingyan, and I saw them hiding from the rain in the ruined temple, Qingyan's hair was already long, but she was still clumsy She didn't even know how to bake chicken, and while Shi Shuang despised her, she doted on roasting chicken for her.
"Why don't you eat meat?"
"Because I promised a little Taoist priest to accumulate merit for her." Exiled Shuang smiled lightly, stuffing an unknown fruit in his mouth.
The fire crackled, and the firelight reflected on the handsome smiling faces of the two.
The situation began to change again. This time, it seemed that in a large wine cellar, a woman in white was brewing wine with only a plain hosta on her head. This costume was a bit like Qingyan at that time, but I didn't expect it. Is turned around is exile cream.
She seemed to have just brewed a jar of wine, and after a slight sniff of the wine, she frowned, took a knife and pulled it on her hand, red blood flowed out, and entered along the wine jar. in wine.
"You don't drink, why are you brewing this wine?" Qing Yan's face already had a sense of maturity, and his tone was a little hard.
"You drink it." Ban Shuang didn't answer her words, and sent the wine jar forward with a bit of doting on her face.
"Qingguo and Qianguo will have a battle." Qing Yan took over the wine and looked at the woman who smiled gently at him with a bit of helplessness in her tone.
The exiled witch clan is the biggest weapon in the country, and she cannot ignore the tens of thousands of witch people. As the third princess of Qianguo, she can't abandon her countrymen, and one day they will face each other with swords.
She never thought that one day her sword would point to Banshuang.
The spicy wine tastes sweet and mellow in the mouth, Qing Yan closed his eyes with satisfaction, the sambal that obviously does not touch the wine can brew such a good wine, the sage that obviously never eats meat, but can still make a full-fledged Manchurian feast. .
Because she loves to drink, because she loves meat.
Such a good exile, she must one day become her enemy.
"Exiled Shuang, are you going to kill me?" Qing Yan was lying on the table with a bit of confusion in his eyes, as if he was already drunk, he said hummingly.
Exiled Shuang heard her words, her eyes seemed to be a little red, she carefully cleaned the table, and only said, "You are drunk."
Jiang Ziquan looked at the wine glass in front of Yan. The wine glass was a jade wine glass with exquisite patterns carved on it. It was the totem of the Wu clan. The wine turned red when poured into it. She seemed to know the name of the wine—Mingzui.
She watched Ban Shuang gently hug Shen Qingyan, rubbed against her head, with tears on her face: "Fool, how can I be willing?"
For some reason, her eyes were also a little sour, and she turned her head away and couldn't bear to look again.
It seemed that it was really time for the war. Shen Qingyan had already changed into a military uniform, holding a sword, with determination in his eyes, and his originally delicate face had turned a little yellow. .
"Please be victorious." Ban Shuang gave her a piece of jade, carefully tied it around her waist, and looked at her with a smile.
The jade Jiang Ziquan recognized, it was the warm jade that she hung around her neck every day.
On it resided the witchcraft of Banishing Shuang's half-life, and there was a little rubbing of her own hair in it.
Qing Yan touched the jade on his waist, wanting to ask her if she won't join the war? Want to ask her if she will attack herself on the battlefield
However, looking at the woman who was smiling at her in front of her, she tried her best to pull out a smile: "You, wait for me."
After he finished speaking, he quickly got on the horse, without looking back, Shishuang, who was left behind, looked at the dark clouds in the sky and trembled, "It seems that it is going to rain."
Jiang Ziquan looked at her in the rain, her body trembled slightly, her eyelashes kept trembling, she walked over and wanted to wipe her tears, but she couldn't touch her, she was in a hurry, so she could only wipe her from the air Wipe, but saw her push back.
Even though she couldn't see herself, she still didn't allow herself to be so intimate with her.
She is Qing Yan's exile, not her Jiang Ziquan's teacher Shen.
The war was fierce, and the red blood stained Shen Qingyan's eyes. Those witches were completely vulnerable to her attack. When they thought they could win quickly, Shishuang appeared unexpectedly. her opposite.
Qing Yan's hand holding the sword trembled a little, and her eyes were a little blurry. Looking at the woman who was still smiling at her, she couldn't let go, she couldn't let go. The heroic Qianguo soldiers seem to have noticed the strangeness of Qingyan, blocked her from behind, and attacked the enemy one by one, the witches fell to the ground one by one. Many witches died, and so did the soldiers of the Qian Kingdom. The entire battlefield was filled with corpses, and after an unknown number of repetitions, Ban Shuang finally fell.
The Shallow Kingdom was victorious.
"Qingyan, will you accompany me to the autumn harvest?" Banshuang's face has lost half of the blood, and he hangs his life on the potion every day. The imperial doctor said that he might not be able to survive this winter.
Qing Yan put down the medicine bowl in his hand, suppressed the sadness in his heart, and smiled at her: "Okay."
After the war, Qingguo became a subordinate country of Qianguo, and Qingyan also became the monarch of a country. No matter when witchcraft is a fighting force that every country can't ask for, the ministers are very concerned about the monarch putting a dying witch. Bringing back to the palace is just a matter of turning a blind eye.
"Are we, ahem, eloping?"
When Qing Yan heard the words, the hand holding her trembled, and there were already tears in her eyes, "Well, I'll elope with you."
Ban Shuang closed her eyes with satisfaction, put her hands around her neck, couldn't help smiling in her arms, her body trembled.
They came out in a hurry. In order to get rid of those annoying servants, the place that Qingyan looked for was very remote, but the grain was very lush. The local residents also seemed to be simple and honest, and the children in the village had never seen such a place. A beautiful woman like Ban Shuang jokes in front of them every day, and when Ban Shuang is in good spirits, she will teach them to read.
A few days later, Ban Shuang's face had turned a little rosy. Qing Yan heard the imperial doctor tell that it was a scene of revival. She forced herself to be shocked and turned her back to her. Tears fell on the ground unconsciously. , holding grain in his hand at this time, no different from the farmer next to him, and said, "You have been getting a lot of dark recently, you must have been drying in the field."
Exiled Shuang didn't answer, just smiled at her.
"I think it's time to change the name. Ban Shuang is too white and not suitable for you." After speaking, she straightened up and pondered for a while, then laughed loudly, "Why don't you call it Hei Tu?"
"What about you?" Ban Shuang was not annoyed, looked at her quietly, and pondered like her: "I think it's appropriate to be called Bai Shui."
After all, we are commensurate.
"It's not bad. When we're old, we'll move out of the palace, and I'll build a big house for you. You teach in it, and I drink in it." Shen Qingyan imagined it and smiled contentedly.
Exiled Shuang opened her mouth, as if her body was already very tired, her voice was extremely shallow: "Qingyin, come and hug me."
Qing Yan's footsteps seemed to weigh thousands of pounds, and he walked towards the woman step by step, gently hugged her in his arms, touched her cold body, and couldn't help but sob, "I'm here."
Exiled Shuang touched the tears that fell on her face, thinking of the dirty little Taoist priest back then, who warmly called her sister, and said Nuo Nuo that her name was nice and her voice was nice.
She is the natural heir of the witch clan and has no friends. In her memory, her parents seem to call her exile, while the others respectfully call her "Master High Priest", with a little fear.
In her childhood, there were only countless Gu worms and endless witchcraft she learned. Later, she got to know the little voiceless voice back then. Always bright, and the corners of her mouth are always upturned, and the time with her is always happy.
But she suddenly left. The name Qingyin appeared in a dream, leaving no trace. She searched for several years and couldn't find it. There was no Taoist priest named Qingyin on the mountain again. She didn't know why Qingyin was. To lie to her? Why didn't you say a word when you left? In fact, she wanted to ask if she was also afraid or despised her identity as the high priest of the witch tribe
Later, the princess of Qianguo declared her to see a doctor, and the order that Qingguo gave her was to hit her with a single blow, but she did not expect that the filthy little Taoist priest had become the third princess of Qianguo, and she forgot The former witch sister, she forgot that her hair would not grow because of her own intoxication, and she forgot everything related to herself. Not only that, she also became her own enemy.
But even if it is an enemy, Ban Shuang cannot do without the warmth she gave him, and the only light in his dark life.
For her sake, she is willing to give up her life, but the people of the Wu tribe are also innocent. Protecting the tribe is her lifelong mission as a high priest. Thinking of this, she divided her life in half and gave half to After Qingyan, half of it was given to the clan.
Now, she is going to leave, lying on her body and leaving is not a waste of life, but she is still not reconciled, not reconciled that her light will illuminate her, Qingyin's eyes are still bright, and she said: "Qingyin, the person who is tempted first is really hard."
A mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth and sprinkled on Qing Yan's black clothes, which were a little sticky. Her hand slipped from Qing Yan's body little by little, as if she had fallen asleep.
Qing Yan touched the face of the woman in his arms, with tears on her face, she said softly, "I will definitely fall in love with you first in my next life."
Jiang Ziquan watched her be buried at the funeral of the empress of the Qian Kingdom as the exile, and watched her drunkenly in the bedroom with the piece of warm jade every night, her eyes were scarlet, her face was pale, and she lived like a corpse. The originally plump face became thin, as if only bones were left.
Jiang Ziquan also felt suffocated in her heart, she didn't want to watch anymore, she just wanted to see her teacher Shen, for the sake of Qing Yan, and even more embarrassment, but she didn't know how to get out of here
"Your Majesty, the Wu clan already has a solution."
Hearing this, Qing Yan stumbled over as if he had a soul, and the solemn dragon robe was also slanted by her bump. It was somewhat similar to the little beggar at that time, and his face recovered. A little angry, he asked in a trembling voice, "How to do it?"
"The method of sacrifice."
The incense burner on the day of the sacrifice was huge, and the incense burned was nearly two meters high. Jiang Ziquan, who was watching from a distance, seemed to be able to smell the incense in the air.
The people kneeling on the ground respectfully had red ribbons hanging from their bodies, all with tears on their faces. Sitting alone on the other side of the incense burner was the soulless Shen Qingyan. Seeing that she slashed her arm with a sharp knife, bright red blood spurted out and flowed into the formation. With some relief, she was finally able to find her witch sister.
"Shuangshuang, here I come.
The sacrificial formation was started with the blood of the emperor, and it was divided into two parts.
Half is for acquaintance and half is for staying together.
Jiang Ziquan looked up at the sky at that time, the white clouds seemed to have turned red, and the voices of the people kneeling on the ground kept crying and shouting.
"Master Su, the emperor entrusts you to protect the hexagram of protection."
"The minister leads the order."
Su Qingwen knelt down to give the decree. His loyal emperor had gone, but he left behind a chance to meet her again. He will take good care of the emperor's beloved things, just like guarding the girl dancing under the flowers in his memory.
Even if it is a hundred years of sleep, even if it is a goodbye and no acquaintance.