Flowers bloom and fall all over the sky, you are the April in the world.
Wherever there is no fragrant grass in the world, passion is always annoyed by ruthlessness.
Long Qi turned around sadly. He was afraid of stopping again, so he was reluctant to let go. He finally got her forgiveness and didn't want to embarrass each other anymore.
We can't be lovers, but we can't be enemies either. I don't like you, but I don't hate you either. What she said was engraved in Long Qi's heart, and he couldn't get rid of it.
That's it, just don't hate him.
The sunset illuminated Long Qixin's long and lonely back, leaving a lonely place.
Xiaodou suddenly caught a glimpse of Long Qi's lonely back, stopped, and gently tugged on Feng Xi'er's clothes: "Miss, look, isn't that the Seventh Prince?"
Feng Xi'er stopped and turned around to look. Looking at it from a distance, she could feel Long Qi's sense of loss.
Feng Xi'er felt a little more guilty towards Long Qi. Long Qi was indeed an infatuated man who was born for love and was very persistent in love. Feng Xi'er had always been prejudiced against Long Qi before, but it was not until she was disfigured that she was truly sure of Long Qi's feelings for her. like.
Feng Xi'er thought that Long Qi was just greedy for her beauty, and thought that Long Qi would lose interest in her if she disfigured her, but she didn't want to make Long Qi regret and blame herself, or even degenerate herself.
How many crazy people are there in the world
Feng Xi'er felt more guilty towards the rightful owner, who had taken over her body, unable to fulfill her only wish, and failed to love Long Qi for her. But Feng Xi'er has no regrets, she has someone she loves. Feng Xi'er felt that being able to time travel to the real master was perhaps God's will, not a coincidence. She and the real master have completely different personalities. The only thing they have in common is their persistence in love.
She loves Hongjiu. Just like the true master loves Long Qi.
Xiaodou sighed: "Actually, the seventh prince is very good to the lady. Although he was a bit indifferent before, but later after the seventh prince knew the truth, he was really kind to the lady."
Feng Xi'er slapped Xiaotuo on the forehead and joked: "What? Why don't you talk about your tenth prince?"
Xiaodou curled her lips in displeasure: "No matter how good the Tenth Prince is, it's useless, he was all seduced by that Cuixian."
Feng Xi'er chuckled lightly, let go of the kite string in her hand, flew the kite, and fell down on the green grass of the sea of flowers.
Feng Xi'er's hands were resting on the grass like that, and her feet were in an awkward figure-eight shape, like a drunken man who had passed out on the road, lying down as comfortable as he wanted, with a pair of big bright eyes flashing long eyelashes, looking at that The kite flew higher and higher, thinking to herself, when will she be able to fly freely
Unlike other time-travelers who are so powerful and invincible, Feng Xi'er can only talk, tell short stories, adapt a few interesting dances, and hum two modern pop songs. She has no lofty ambitions and just wants to live in seclusion in the mountains and rivers with her beloved. Live a primitive and simple life. It's a pity that God didn't like it.
It wasn't until she was quiet now that Feng Xi'er realized what a ridiculous thing she had done today. For Hong Jiu, she could no longer control herself. She ruined her face and was willing to give up her life. But now... Oh my God, she asked herself to marry the Ghost King. , where did she get the courage at that time
Xiaodou fell next to Feng Xi'er, lying with her limbs in the air just like Feng Xi'er, regardless of her appearance. Xiaodou turned around and asked Feng Xi'er: "Miss, why did you marry the Ghost King?"
Feng Xi'er looked at the stars in the sky and said calmly: "I don't know, maybe it's God's will."
He turned to Xiaodou and asked: "Perhaps as the people say, I and the Ghost King are a perfect match? Think about it carefully, the experiences between the Ghost King and I are really quite similar."
Xiaodou agreed: "That's true. Concubine Mei and the First Lady had similar fates back then. Now... both the young lady and the Ghost King are... disfigured."
Xiaotuo still sounded very regretful.
Feng Xi'er patted Xiaotuo on the shoulder: "How much is a woman's face worth? No matter how beautiful or gorgeous a woman is, she will age one day. I will just treat it as premature aging and age prematurely. It's nothing."
prematurely senile
Xiaodou couldn't laugh or cry: "Miss, even if she is disfigured, she is still beautiful, but there is just a black scar on her forehead. Those people are superficial and blind. Miss is right, it doesn't matter what those people who have no vision say."
Feng Xi'er bared her teeth and laughed: "Others laugh at me because I'm crazy, but others can't see through my laughter. The most important thing in life is to be happy. You don't have to care about other people's eyes. There's no need to mind."
Xiaotuo smiled happily. The lady could be so free and open, so there was nothing to worry about.
"But Miss, I wonder what it will be like if the Ghost King takes off his mask? If it's really scary, will Miss be afraid?"
Feng Xi'er raised her neck and had unlimited imagination. Just wait, she would definitely uncover Long Jiu's mask with her own hands.
Feng Xi'er couldn't imagine that if she took off the mask and saw Hong Jiu, Feng Xi'er didn't know whether she should throw herself down, hit her chest, or question and roar hysterically.
Thinking of Long Jiu's cold eyes, Feng Xi'er lost any confidence.
Feng Xi'er shook her head: "I'm so ugly myself, I wish the Ghost King wasn't afraid of me."
Xiaotuo glared at Feng Xi'er: "Miss, you're not ugly at all."
Feng Xi'er was moved and put her head close to Xiaodou's shoulder, smiling like a child: "Yes, the beautiful soul is the most beautiful."
It’s no wonder that people say that an ugly girl and a ghost king are a perfect match. When two disfigured people unite, what kind of child will they give birth to? Feng Xi'er blushed on her face just thinking about it.
In three days, she will marry Long Jiu, and she is getting closer to the answer.
Full of expectation and fear.
The darkness gradually came, and the lights all around became brighter. On this day of the dynasty, the surroundings were hung with red lanterns. The lights were all over the sky, and it was bright. There was a cool breeze blowing across her cheeks. Feng Xi'er closed her eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying it.
"Miss, look, someone is setting off fireworks." There was a banging sound in his ears. The moment the fireworks exploded, Little Potato opened his eyes wide and pointed to the sky excitedly and shouted.
Feng Xi'er opened her eyes and looked at the sky not far away.
In modern times, children in orphanages like to set off fireworks during holidays. The boys gather together to set off fireworks happily, but Ah Jiu will always hide quietly in a place and watch the fireworks quietly. Every time, Feng Xi'er would sit next to Ah Jiu and watch the fireworks with Ah Jiu. The two of them didn't like to talk, they just watched quietly.
The fireworks are brilliant, but only for a moment, just like a woman's face, no matter how beautiful the face is, it will wither one day, so Feng Xi'er will not feel inferior because of her disfigurement.
"Miss, should we go out and set off fireworks with the Tenth Prince and the others?" Xiao Tudou suggested.
"It's no fun to set off fireworks. It's better to watch them set off fireworks!" When she was in the orphanage, Feng Xi'er had a lot of contact with modern Ah Jiu and was deeply influenced by him. She gradually became a more alternative person. When others were playing around, she and Ah Jiu would usually hide quietly and watch others play. Feng Xi'er felt that Ah Jiu was a very cool and individual person. Slowly, she also became like this.
Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black.
However, Feng Xi'er's own personality still has many similarities with modern Ah Jiu, especially the fact that she is maverick.