I am four and a half years old, and I am the daughter of a villain and tyrant.

At the banquet, Su Wu was placed at the head of Xiao Wuji. The ministers were busy changing glasses and ignored him.

At noon, Xiao Qiqi sat next to Xiao Wuji. Pearl poured several glasses of watermelon juice for her from the ice cauldron. Xiao Qiqi couldn't drink enough. She was bored and watched the festive and bright children's programs on the stage, tinkling and clanking. The sound of the waist drum made her dizzy. Looking back, she saw that the ministers and her father were enjoying the show. She understood very well that there was no more fun in this era than in modern times, and theater was considered a large-scale entertainment project.

The drum beat suddenly stopped, and the colorful children gathered together lively, imitating the gestures of adults on the street, and had a lively discussion for a while. Then they walked slowly, and unexpectedly threw out a handful of flowers and confetti, bowing their heads. Respectfully retreat.

Shao music was playing together, and the monarchs and ministers all looked happy. Xiao Qiqi tasted the watermelon juice in his hand and looked at the countless falling colored papers on the table. His sleepiness gradually dissipated. Silk and bamboo sang loudly. A man wearing red embroidery appeared among the children. The little girl in the skirt, the golden bell on her hairband twirled rapidly with the dance, was very dazzling. Xiao Qiqi wanted to see clearly, but the children all surrounded her.

They dispersed again, and the girl was already standing gracefully in the big lotus decorated with red gauze. She was lifted up gracefully by several young men in Tsing Yi who applied powder and painted their eyebrows. There was a little cinnabar mark between her eyebrows, and her misty red eyes were full of phoenixes. Her gorgeous smile was eye-catching enough, and Xiao Qiqi recognized the two strings of bells on her bun as golden bells.

She is a bit unfamiliar. Today she is charming and confident. She looks like a spark that can start a prairie fire. There is no trace of fragility or cowardice anymore.

Jin Ling met her gaze with a smile, performed a standard blessing ceremony gracefully, and respectfully congratulated her on her birthday. The children on the stage also knelt down respectfully, and the clear voice reached Xiao Qiqi's ears. , she stared at the dancing red shadows in the double lotus, a little confused. The golden bell was like a red butterfly transformed into the smoke of the fire. It would stir up frightening waves wherever it passed. It was also like an earthly desire, decorated with a bright appearance. The skin was riddled with holes, and the dark red color did not make Xiao Qiqi feel festive, but instead suppressed her invisibly.

She actually hoped that Jin Ling could forget the past, become beautiful and strong, and be glorious in front of others today, but what Xiao Qiqi felt was not the rhythm of life, but the blood that was almost corrupt, even if she forced herself She denied this idea, but Jin Ling's state made her feel unspeakable discomfort, and there was no way she could convince herself.

The air was filled with blessings and voices praising her. Zhang Guoguo also stood up excitedly and emphasized that this program was specially prepared for her.

She understood that Jin Ling represented her, and those children were the praises of the people on the streets, but Jin Ling acted more like the protagonist, and she tried her best to restrain certain thoughts.

"Qiqi's merits are not superficial. There is no need to cover it up. She has a noble status. No one in this world is qualified to pretend to imitate her. Zhang Guoguo, since it is a show, don't prepare."

Xiao Qiqi's eyes were like stars, flashing and swaying, and her father's deep and domineering voice made hope enter her heart. Every time, it was as timely and perfect as fate.

Zhang Guoguo was so frightened that she didn't know what her hands and feet were. The sullenness on the emperor's face and voice was unmistakable. He immediately knelt down and said what he said was true, "We admire the eldest princess and just want to stage a show to promote her kindness. In the hearts of the people of Jokhang, the princess is indeed like a goddess sitting on a lotus in the sky and coming down to help the world. The ministers do not seek atonement from the emperor, but all their actions are based on sincerity to the princess."

His old hands were tremblingly raised in front of Xiao Qiqi. She believed what the old man said was true, but she didn't expect that the people of Jokhang's worship of her had reached such a terrifying level.

She felt that she was just a lazy fish who did some small things by the way, which made her feel like the leader of a cult.

Su Wu fanned and watched the play.

Jin Ling's piercing gaze fell on his face without any cover, and she even ignored the emperor's reaction. Yan Wan Tower, charcoal fire and snowy night, were the initiators of her tragedy in her previous life. She would not forget them even if they turned into ashes.

If she could, she wanted to rush down right now, tear apart his bones with her own hands, and let him experience the extreme pain of watching herself being burned by the fire.