Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

The child lit the incense, and a long white line curled up in the spring sunshine, exuding a faint and elegant fragrance.

This incense was concocted by Cheng Jia in Lingjia Village back then.

At that time, the shortage of spices in the Great Zhou Dynasty was such that a little frankincense cost dozens of taels of silver, but in her place, even Baidu tape was thrown away in the warehouse.

Maybe it’s because I’m getting older. Recently, I often think about those years and the time when I was young.

Last night, I had another dream, as if I had returned to that year when I first met her. Her face was hidden in the broken light of the sun. Only the bright smile at the corner of her mouth and the hairpin on her bun looked unusually bright in the sun. Eye-catching.

I knew it was a dream, because the first time I saw her, she was standing in the shop, and the sun couldn't shine in at all. Moreover, she did not wear the hairpin on her head at that time, but put it on the counter. Then it was taken away by my sister's maid.

I think what I dreamed was just my thoughts. If Brother Zhao had not snatched the hairpin by force, if I had walked in and seen her clearly and got to know her, would our story have been different...

Ten years of life and death are blurred, without thinking and unforgettable...

She accidentally pronounced this word once. At that time, Su Hexiang and I were discussing political affairs with her. The two of us couldn't argue, and she remained silent. She just looked at the sharp lotus horns on the waterside pavilion, and then murmured He muttered it.

I know who she misses, from Yan San to Ye Shiyi, there are many people she misses, but there will not be me.

Now, ten years have passed, but I understand her mood every day.

Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.

Every night I fall into a dream without a trace, and when I wake up there are only a thousand lines of tears.

Sometimes I often wonder if she would have accepted me and fallen in love with me if I had been like Cheng Jia back then. But then I could only smile bitterly. I couldn't be like Cheng Jia. I couldn't be like Cheng Jia. Knowing her so well, Cheng Jia knew that she understood her, so he loved and protected her, and in the end he was even willing to sacrifice his life.

I can not do it.

Although I also like her, I like her so much that I can no longer be tempted by other women.

However, I couldn't truly understand her, accept her, and accept everything about her without any grudges.

My education, my family, and my location all made it impossible for me to accept her.

She is so unorthodox.

Her actions, thoughts, and methods are all very different and weird. I can't understand or agree with them. In fact, I hate it. I hate that she is so flippant and even treats her servants so well. I hate the tone of her voice. The irony in those words often hurts my heart. I hate that she is obviously just a lowly businesswoman. No matter how rich she is, how can she act so confident and arrogant that she is the best in the world.

And that night, I despised her from the bottom of my heart for being so shameless and willing to be humble. Although that night, she gave me such happiness for the first time, making me shout that I wanted to kill her. But I look forward to getting more happiness from her.

In fact, I didn't even know that at that time, she already had a special place in my heart.

I am the second son of the Wang family, my father is the prime minister, and my aunt is a noble concubine. Although the Wang family is just a rising star in the Zhou Dynasty, through the hard work from my grandfather to my father, the Wang family can compete with the Cao family in Bianjing. The home of the rich and powerful.

Unlike other brothers and sisters in the family, I have loved reading since I was a child. I have a quiet temperament and what she calls mysophobia. Cheng Jia and I studied under He Huaishan, a great scholar at that time. Between the two of us, I like white clothes and he likes green clothes. I like calligraphy, he likes painting, I like the flute, and he likes the piano. We actually have many differences, but we have become best friends.

We are both aloof and aloof, but Cheng Jia always has a warm smile on his face, so people think he is very close to him. In fact, he is the one who shuns others thousands of miles away and can talk to everyone with a smile. , but not close to anyone, as if he were standing alone in the world, watching the intrigues in this world of mortals.

I have always viewed him this way. Cheng Jia, who was extremely talented and learned, was actually a very cold-tempered person.

I've known him for ten years, but I don't understand him as well as someone I just met.

That person said when we chatted later, Cheng Jia, who looks cold on the face, but actually has a warm heart, is a person who truly cares about the world and still maintains his true heart in the rotten mud.

With a cold face, he could turn a blind eye to the most beautiful prostitute in the world, but in fact, with a warm heart, once he truly fell in love with that person, he would go through fire and water without hesitation.

The Cheng family, a century-old family, has been able to remain undefeated from the previous dynasty to the present. You can imagine the smoothness of its dealings, but the national policies written by Cheng Jia, who grew up in such a family and education, amaze me.

When I saw that national policy, I realized where Cheng Jia and I were different.

Only then did she understand why she could accept Cheng Jia and cherished him so much that she had never forgotten him for so many years.

Tong'er came in and looked at me quietly, helped me twist the corner of my quilt and then quietly stepped out. He thought I was still confused.

Yes, I have been confused for some time, but today, I am awake and thinking about the past so many years ago.

Brother Zhao and I have been friends since childhood. We have known Brother Zhao even earlier than Cheng Jia.

Although the Wang family has been in business for many years, it only really came to prominence after my aunt became a noble concubine. In order to win over the Zhao family, my father asked my mother to be friends with Mrs. Zhao, and he often took us to the Zhao mansion to play.

Brother Zhao is only two years older than me. Compared with the relationship between my brother and Brother Zhao, our friendship is much more pure. Brother Zhao seems to be a simple and straightforward person who does things without thinking. In fact, he is shrewd. He has a good background. It was embarrassing. His father rarely came back from the border. His aunt at home wished him dead, and Mr. Zhao didn't like him either. He was a young master in the Duke's palace, but he didn't even have a servant. He had to do everything by himself. But even in that situation Next, he still asked his aunt and Mr. Zhao to let him come out to meet guests. Not only did he play with us, he also got to know other children from aristocratic families.

Of course, his reputation also rose at that time. He was tall and fierce and vicious in fights. No kid older than him could beat him. During that time, what we heard most often was that Zhao Jiasanlang was going to kill someone again. The young master was beaten, and then he was punished by Mr. Zhao when he went back.

Brother Zhao San and I really became friends after he saved his sister.

My elder sister has been vain since she was a child and always strives to be the best in everything. It happened that she met the girl from the Cao family who was also a shrewd one. That time, she used a trick to trick her into wandering up the mountain and falling into the hole she had dug earlier. Brother Zhao He happened to pass by and came up to save his sister. For this, he himself was seriously injured.

At that time, my sister was still young and still had some innocence. When she saw that Brother Zhao was good-looking, she asked him in front of me to promise to marry her in the future. When Brother Zhao refused, she cried and made trouble. Finally, Brother Zhao nodded.

Brother Zhao has kept this promise for more than ten years, but his sister has long forgotten it. In her heart, she only sees the wealth and power, and the position of the number one woman in the world. How can a bastard with such an embarrassing position like Brother Zhao look at it? In her eyes.

She is so stupid, how could she meet another man as caring and righteous as Brother Zhao.

If Brother Zhao San falls in love with someone, he will give her his heart.

Not only my sister misjudged him, but also Mr. Zhao Mingliang, Mr. Zhao, my father, and almost everyone misjudged him, thinking that he was reckless and impulsive and easy to control. But Brother Zhao entered the military camp at the age of ten and started as a soldier. Like Yang Zhao, After so many battles, he never lost.

It's not that he doesn't know how to strategize or be cunning, he just has disdain for it.

But I really didn't expect that he would fall in love with her. After he snatched her hairpin that time, I tried to persuade him several times to make him and the Ling family friendly, but he laughed it off every time, but , when I saw him again in Bianjing, looking at that person's figure, his eyes were full of love, and he said to me, do you know what it feels like to love someone to the point of your flesh and blood?

Cheng Jia also said the same to me back then.

After he said those words, I left Bianjing. Unexpectedly, that would be the last time we saw each other.

He went to the execution platform for her.

And when Brother Zhao said this to me, it was also the last time we saw each other.

He 'died' in front of tens of thousands of people for her.

I don’t know the story between Brother Zhao San and her, but I see everything between Cheng Jia and her.

Because, in their stories, I am actually there.

We experienced the Jiangling Flood Plague together, and we went to Lingjia Village together when we went to sea. When we were in Lingjia Village, Cheng Jia and I looked at her with the same eyes.

I can see what Cheng Jia is thinking, and Cheng Jia can also see what I am thinking.

However, no matter how tempted we were, or even thought of marrying her as our wife, at that time, no matter how much we tried to please her, it could not compare to that man's smile.

That man named Yan San.

In fact, Cheng Jia and I had already distinguished ourselves by that time.

I was jealous, I was disdainful, I despised her, I deliberately caused trouble for her, I thought she was stupid for choosing Yan San and was willing to be humble, and she felt ashamed of my thoughts.

But Cheng Jia praised Yan San with an appreciative tone, looked at the two of them with envy, and then hid her deep in his heart, letting the love settle and ferment.

Regarding Yang Zhao, he tried his best to defend him and try his best to make the people in Bianjing change their views on Yang Zhao, but I took a bystander attitude.

I thought that as long as I didn't tell anything about Lingjia Village, I would be worthy of her life-saving grace.

Although I know what Cheng Jia said is right.

At that time, the Zhou Dynasty was already weak and had many bad habits that were hard to change. If he despised the general again, it would definitely lead to serious consequences. And Yang Zhao had no disobedience at all. If so, there was nothing they could do with Lingjia Village around. ?

It was indeed proved afterwards that as long as she wanted to do it, this world was within her reach.

Yang Zhao died in the battle and she arrived in Bianjing. Both Cheng Jia and I knew that it was dangerous for her to come. She had no choice but to not come and go deep into the danger alone, for fear of having another purpose.

The Wang family dealt with her again and again. When I accidentally overheard the conversation between my father and eldest brother, and knew that Yang Zhao died under their joint conspiracy, my heart completely dropped.

I don't know what to do. Seeing her silence, as if she has completely changed her appearance, I feel heartbroken, but I can't do what Cheng Jia did. I can't even abandon my own self-esteem, let alone my own. identity.

I deceived myself and thought that even if I shamelessly pressed on to her, she wouldn't care, because I am a member of the Wang family, a member of the Wang family that she hates to the core.

I escaped, I avoided the battlefield far away, I thought to myself, I will not interfere, whether it is my father or her, I will not betray anyone, and I will not help anyone.

However, it wasn't until many years later, when I stood in front of the small courtyard, the sun shining slanting down, bringing warmth to her plain smile, that my eyes became wet.

It was then that I realized that I had lost my heart a long time ago.