The picture dissipated completely at this moment, and the original darkness was restored around. Only a few residual fireflies were floating in the air.


    Su Qingli''s tall figure slowly took shape there and finally fell back to the ground.


    She looked very calm, as if she had not been hurt by the scene just now.


    But the deepest sadness at the bottom of her pupil betrayed what she really thought.


    Jun Muqian was silent for a moment and smiled: "Your Majesty is so powerful that she has escaped from the reappearance of the past."


    She could guess that the reason why the coffin lamp could show what Su Qingli had experienced before must have brought the saint yuan queen back into the matter.


    The picture she saw was the coffin lamp projected on her.


    If Su Qingli has been trapped in the past, the picture will change all the time.


    But now the picture is over, which means Su Qingli herself came out of the coffin lamp.


    In this way, they should also


    "Boom -" the ground trembled.


    Jun Mu Qian saw a flower in front of him. When he looked again, it was the basement filled with the heirs of Shengyuan.


    The lamp called "coffin" was still on her palm, and the flame in it was out at the moment.


    Su Qingli stood opposite her without saying a word. Her eyebrows and eyes were slightly lowered. After a long time, she smiled noncommittally: "since we all know that the past has reappeared, why immerse ourselves in it?"


    "That''s reasonable." Jun Mu glanced at the coffin lamp and narrowed his eyes, "but since her majesty can get rid of the reappearance of the past of the coffin lamp, it shows that her spiritual strength must not be weak."


    Even if there is no wick, there is no ghost fire. The coffin lamp is also a congenital treasure. If you want to really trap a person, how can it be so easy for people to escape?


    "Oh -" hearing this, Su Qingli thought, "I actually have nothing to take, but if I say it''s the second in three dynasties, no one dares to say it''s the first."


    Her tone is very indifferent, but with an unquestionable domineering.


    "That''s no wonder." Jun Mu Qian nodded slightly. "It''s also because of me. In exchange, I can do something for her majesty."


    If she hadn''t recognized it in advance, this lamp would have been an associated congenital coffin lamp in the vulture mountain. Su Qingli wouldn''t have been involved in the past.


    Even if Su Qingli made such an understatement, Jun Muqian still knew that the Shengyuan queen was definitely not as comfortable as she seemed.


    She was in the coffin lamp and only looked at the picture for a moment.


    But the time that flies inside is three years.


    It takes three years to love someone. That kind of depth is beyond the imagination of outsiders.


    Unconsciously, she spied on Su Qingli''s past, which already involved personal privacy.


    "Nothing." Su Qingli lowered his eyes lightly, "it''s not a shady thing."


    After a pause, she continued, "but since you really want to exchange sincerely, I can''t brush your thoughts."


    The gentleman Mu shallow picked an eyebrow: "Your Majesty, but it doesn''t matter."


    The coffin lamp had arrived, and she didn''t lack so much time.


    "Then let me finish what you haven''t seen." Su Qingli glanced at her quickly and raised his head slightly. "This person sometimes holds things in his heart for too long, which will be bad."


    After many years, she didn''t tell anyone about her days at Feng''s house.


    Including her dead mother emperor.


    Not afraid, but unwilling to mention it.


    For her, the wind family had joy and joy, but later, she found that these joys were just a dream of the world of mortals.


    Today, the coffin lamp made these things appear again, which also reminded her a lot.


    "Then say it." Jun Muqian didn''t refuse, "if you say it, it will make your majesty better."


    "Well, it''s already good." Su Qingli smiled faintly, "because I''m the king of Shengyuan first, and Su Qingli second."


    She knew that she was a prince and would eventually inherit the throne of Shengyuan.


    The country, the people''s livelihood and health will always be the first. This will not change.


    "Now I believe that you are really a good queen." Jun Mu''s shallow peach eyes provoked, "Shengyuan has you, which is the blessing of Shengyuan."


    Su Qingli didn''t say a word this time.


    After a long silence, she whispered, "I didn''t admit I had a father before, because he made my mother emperor sad for a long time."


    "But later I learned that it was not what he wanted, but forced by others."


    Jun Muqian stared at her and listened carefully.


    "My father was the most outstanding legitimate son of the wind family at that time. His name was..." Su Qingli said in a tone, as if he had some difficulty before he said the name, "wind to desert."


    Few royal families of Shengyuan knew that Su Qingli''s other half of his blood came from the Feng family, one of the seven families in the Wanling mainland, even the old Chen king, who was very close to the next generation of Queen Shengyuan.


    That year, the imperial power of the Shengyuan Dynasty shook, and Kyoto was turbulent, which can be described as the darkest period in the history of Shengyuan.


    There are traitors inside and enemies outside.


    Everyone knows that queen Shengyuan has only one husband and only one daughter.


    Therefore, as long as we get rid of the king''s daughter, we can cut off everything of the saint yuan queen.


    Su Qingli immediately became the target of many arrows. Between the ups and downs, a teenage girl could not live in the treacherous Kyoto at that time.


    Queen Shengyuan had no choice but to turn to Feng''s family and sent Su Qingli to Wanling.


    Then he decided to return and deal with the traitors of the older generation. Just wait until everything calms down, and then pick up Su Qingli.


    However, the saint yuan queen did not expect that this farewell, when goodbye, was almost between life and death.


    Su Qingli said that as a too young woman, she had naturally seen many excellent men since childhood, but there was no second person who could have the face and bearing of wind returning to snow.


    She fell in love with him without any reservation, which can really be called turbulent blindness.


    She threw herself into it, but she still collapsed to the end.


    This defeat is probably the only one in Su Qingli''s life.


    With a gentle gesture, Feng Xiwei forced Su Qingli to compete with the so-called six arts.


    The wind returned to the snow, but with a more gentle action, all her tendons were broken.


    The wound on the wrist comes from this.


    Su Qingli is a proud person. If she loves, she will love. This is her own business.


    If you can''t force it, don''t force it.


    But someone was pressing her step by step, forcing her step by step into the abyss.


    Feng Xiwei seemed to know what had happened and didn''t laugh. He just said that since there was a problem with his hand, he could only compete with other talents.


    Feng Xi comes and goes slowly. Every move is the elegant style of Miss Feng''s family.


    This sentence sounds very ridiculous to you.


    What are the six arts?


    The six arts are divided into ceremony, music, shooting, royal, calligraphy and number. They compare etiquette, music, the technique of driving a carriage, calligraphy, and the law of movement of the restraint of Yin, Yang and five elements.


    Hands are broken. How much can you compare?


    If you can''t enjoy it, you can''t shoot, you can''t resist it, and you can''t write.


    These six skills have lost four games before they began to compete.


    It is almost impossible to turn defeat into victory.


    Feng Xiwei, as the first lady of the Feng family, is naturally proficient in all six arts.


    But after all, she is still a person of all souls. What she pays most attention to is spiritual cultivation. How can she compare with the next Shengyuan queen Su Qingli, who was trained as a royal heir from childhood?


    Etiquette is a skill. Feng Xiwei has no ability to compare with Su Qingli, so she said that she should compare "counting" first.


    This is a competition without hands.


    Even if he was forced to play, Su Qingli didn''t admit defeat in the education he received.


    She was born king and naturally wanted to win beauty.


    However


    "In the middle of the competition, I saw that Feng Xiwei''s face was white." Su Qingli smiled with a slight mockery. "That national face was as white as paper. It was really pity and love."


    Jun Mu''s eyes changed slightly and he guessed something: "but you still lost, didn''t you?"


    Hearing the speech, Su Qingli nodded. She slightly hooked her lips and seemed very happy: "yes, I lost. Guess so?"


    Your admiration is shallow and silent.


    Su Qingli said faintly, "because I couldn''t speak halfway through the competition."


    She had only one meal the day before.


    The meal was cooked by Feng Guixue himself.


    He came to her to apologize. He looked as gentle as ever. He couldn''t see that he had broken her hand.


    This man seems to really come to warm up time.


    But when the spring breeze passes, there''s nothing left.


    He said, "it doesn''t matter, Li''er. I''ll take care of you all my life."


    Su Qingli didn''t want to hear such words. In order to ignore the wind and return to the snow, she just ate.


    Later, when Feng Xiwei''s face became whiter and whiter and was about to faint at any time, her voice was silent.


    Still across the crowd, Su Qingli saw the snow clothes and the green eyes, in which the spring water was flowing slowly.


    It seems gentle, but its indifference is terrible.


    "When I couldn''t speak, I already understood." Su Qingli''s voice was very weak, as if he was just telling a very ordinary little thing. "He knew me deeply and knew that I couldn''t eat the food he cooked."


    "So he said those words and made me eat willingly in an indirect way."


    Then she smiled: "of course, don''t say I couldn''t speak at that time. Even if I said it, who would believe it?"


    Hearing this sentence, Jun Mu''s shallow eyes were cold, and the smiling peach blossom eyes seemed to be frozen, with a trace of cold.


    Although she has never been in contact with Feng Guixue, it can be seen from the pictures just now and Su Qingli''s words and phrases that Feng Guixue is like a spring breeze.


    Up and down the wind family, no one goes back and hates such a man.


    But it was such a man who treated a girl who loved him deeply.


    How does he have the right to do that?


    It''s nothing not to love, but it''s hard to hurt in the name of love.


    "Then what about the rest of the ''rites''?" Jun Mu shallow sneered, "I won''t kill you directly?"


    "The people of the wind family don''t dare to kill me." hearing the speech, Su Qingli shook his head. "Although they are not afraid of my mother emperor, there are things in my mother emperor''s hands, but they are afraid."


    "But it''s no different from killing."


    Jun Mu''s eyes narrowed slightly.


    Su Qingli carried his hands on his back: "something happened to Feng Xiwei."


    Just the day before the competition for "Rites", fengxiwei''s yard caught fire.


    Because it happened in the middle of the night, the people of the wind family didn''t react at the first time.


    When the fire was put out and Feng Xiwei was rescued, she had multiple burns and fainted.


    Jun Mu thought for a while, and his eyes were cool: "Feng Xi Wei said that you put the fire?"


    "That''s not true." Su Qingli shook her head, "but she cried for a long time and said that these burns on her body would not be cured."


    "If there are scars on the girl''s body, it will be ugly. She doesn''t want to."


    Jun Mu shallow light Shen: "she really dares to say such words."


    Indeed, if it were placed in Huaxu mainland, those doctors might really be unable to get rid of the burns.


    But that''s all souls!


    As one of the seven families, the Feng family has countless talented earth treasures. Just take out one, you can make Feng Xiwei return to normal, or even better than before.


    "Yes, it''s a lie, but it''s enough for someone to believe it." Su Qingli sighed softly. "Unfortunately, the fire really burned me."


    The one who believes is the wind returning to snow.


    Feng Xiwei told him that she needed someone to cut her skin in order to cure her burns.


    But the doctor also said that the person who cuts the skin must be the direct blood of the Feng family. If it is someone else, rejection will occur and the injury will not be better.


    Naturally, the candidate fell on Su Qingli''s head.


    Although Feng Yimo is dead, there is only Su Qingli, so no matter how she is not recognized, she is the direct lineage of the Feng family after all.


    It''s just that her lineal status is not as high as that of the collateral lineage.


    Hearing this sentence, Jun Muqian suddenly looked up, slightly incredible, blurted out: "those scars on your body..."


    "Not bad." Su Qingli nodded. "It''s still him who cut off my skin and went to save Feng Xiwei."


    She didn''t want to resist, but she was really walking on thin ice at the wind house. When the wind and snow stood opposite her, she had no way.


    In a trance, Su Qingli recalled that moment again.


    The man in snow shed tears and comforted her in a low voice: "Li''er, bear it, it doesn''t hurt."


    "It doesn''t matter if you''re ugly. I''ll take care of you all my life."


    Gentle words are like a sword stabbing into the heart.


    Is it really not painful?


    Su Qingli thought that maybe she was too delicate because she was dying of pain.


    "At that time, I had the idea of suicide for the first time." Su Qingli whispered, "young master, do you know how terrible the word powerlessness is?"


    "It can break everything, break your confidence, devour your hope, and make you... Don''t have the courage to do it again."


    She didn''t die at last, because she remembered that Shengyuan was still waiting for her to go back.


    She could not let the mother emperor see her like this, nor could she let the people of Shengyuan see their prince so embarrassed.


    Since then, Feng Guixue began to take care of her day and night, almost every step of the way.


    It seems that everything has returned to the past, there is no wind, and there are only two of them in the west yard.


    "Li''er, bear it again and it will soon be better."


    "Don''t you want to go to Magpie Bridge fairyland? When you are well, I can take you."


    Su Qingli didn''t nod or shake her head. She lay in bed and began to regulate her breath.


    Her mental strength is huge. As long as she doesn''t want to be found, there''s no way to return to the snow.


    Finally one night, Su Qingli escaped from Feng''s house.


    But because the injury was too serious, I couldn''t speak.


    What''s more, Feng''s house was too far away from the steps to heaven. She fainted before she even walked half the way.


    "Maybe I still had some luck with Shengyuan and went to see the Lord of hell without really." Su Qingli smiled. "I was saved by someone. He not only cured my injury, but also connected my tendons for me, so that I could speak again."


    "Then I returned to Shengyuan. The mother emperor was surprised why I came back. She wanted to scold me, but for the sake of Shengyuan''s peace, she just let me have a rest."


    "Later, you should know."


    Your admiration is shallow and silent.


    She did not expect that there would be such a tortuous story.


    "Then -" Jun Mu looked up. "Do you still love him?"


    If you don''t love, then there will be no magic.


    "Love is love." Su Qingli didn''t deny it, "but..."


    She smiled: "I don''t like him anymore."


    Lose the love you like, there is no soul.


    Jun Mu was shallow and looked slightly: "you just said someone saved you. Is it the old Chen king?"


    Hearing this, Su Qingli picked her eyebrows, which seemed a little unexpected.


    A digression


    Things are not that simple ~


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    Suddenly remembered that the first blessing I got this year was dedication