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

Chen Zhaoyuan felt sad for a while, then she covered her cold little hands, wiped her tears and said, "Where's Lan Hui, why isn't she with you?"

This is Chen Zhaoyuan's former personal maid.

Jin Ling's mood was as cold as water, and she said weakly: "One day last year, Aunt Lan carried me on the street and was sold to Yanwanlou by a kidnapper. In order to protect me, she was hung from a tree by Hu Niang and beaten three times. God, he’s dead.”

After she said this, she seemed to be experiencing this incident, with a trace of despair remaining in her eyes. When she heard her own heartbeat like sinking water, she gradually woke up, looked at her tender fingers, and suddenly realized that she had passed. It has been 21 years, and I was reborn the day after Lan Hui died.

She was afraid of the feeling of death. The winter that year was very long, and when it reached early spring, it was still snowing in Jokha City. Hua Niang liked the snow, so she ordered several carts of snow to be brought to the small garden of Yanwan Tower, and she also Decorated with vermilion plum blossoms and hung with lanterns, it looks like the scene outside. The flower girls are wearing beaded skirts and charming red makeup. They hang the red bunches in their hands on the snowy plum branches to pray for blessings and make wishes. The golden bells carry Standing thinly in the corridor under the red light, her pomegranate skirt swaying red, her smoky face full of ridicule, there is no sky here, how can it be possible to realize my wish.

To her, the red was like the ethereal and endless mist of blood that always surrounded them. It was bloody, despicable, humiliating, and chaotic. She thought those women were really ridiculous.

Jin Ling laughed at their stupidity and childishness, but she didn't know that her own destiny had already been decided.

That night, in the small snowy garden, the actors gathered around, looking at her sympathetically after the charcoal fire.

She hates this look, it clearly reflects her destiny. She just wants to understand others, not to be understood by others.

A line of scarlet charcoal fire was spread up to her bare feet. The surrounding snow melted and white smoke was rising. Several burnt red strands on the trees also left red marks on her snow-white neck and arms. She was too cold. , feel no pain.

The man sitting opposite on the official hat chair patted the armrest, his dark eyes full of fun, making her dance on the red-hot coals.

Hong Luo's sleeves fluttered open, and Jin Ling saw the man's eyes, which were frivolous, obscene, and evil, as if looking at the grass on the roadside that could be ravaged at will. Her red lips raised a tragic arc, living here is worse than grass.

She was the best dancing beauty in the building, and this man wanted her.

Her watery eyes were white. It would be great if she could turn into a wisp of cloud and smoke and return to the void. The world is too painful and she will not come back in the next life.

Her sleeves swung open and she jumped into the red charcoal. The golden bells on her feet rang crisply and faintly as she danced. The red skirt stirred up sparks and scattered all over her body. Her makeup was light and charming, as if A rose that blooms in the dark night and never fades, bewitching and charming.

Even if she dies, she must impress everyone. She will always remember that she is a royal princess.

The memory ended with the chaotic redness. She looked at the environment of Weiyang Palace, and the sadness in her eyes dissipated. She never wanted to experience that kind of coldness again in this life.

Chen Zhaoyuan heard Xiao Qiqi mention her experience in Yanwanlou, and she sympathized with her. Now that she knows that she is his biological daughter, she is even more heartbroken.

She touched Jin Ling's pale little face and said in a gentle voice, "My child, my mother was sorry for you in the past. In the future, my mother will make it up to you."

Jin Ling held her hand with a clear purpose: "I want to recognize my father."

Chen Zhaoyuan's eyes became clear and her attitude became serious, "This mother can't promise you."

Jin Ling's expression was not surprised at all. Her mother would abandon her own daughter for that man, so how could she agree to her request.

"Jin Ling knows it. This time he escaped death and recognized his mother, and can see his father every day. Jin Ling is satisfied." Her plain white face was very sensible. She escaped death and returned to the palace. How could she be willing to just look at her father every day? Her face turned pale and dark.

Chen Zhaoyuan's face relaxed a little, and her eyes were filled with relief, "Qiqi is a governor. You should work closely with her. She will not treat you badly. If you have any difficulties, you can come to your mother."

Jin Ling liked Xiao Qiqi very much when he saw her like this, with a slight smile on his face, "Sister Qiqi is a very kind person."

As she spoke, she felt very unbalanced when she thought about the situation in the temple that day.

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Xiao Qiqi returned to the palace and met Chengxi again.

Chenji Palace

When Xiao Wuji saw her coming, his eyes looked like he had been thinking about it for thousands of years. He raised his hand and took her into his arms, "Qiqi, you have done me a big favor again this time. Tell me, what gift have you prepared for me?" .”

Isn't it time to reward her? Why did she ask about the gift? Xiao Qiqi was about to drown in his tenderness, and said with a smile: "Father will know tomorrow."

Xiaotuanzi was even trying to keep things secret with him, let's just do it tomorrow, he was waiting.

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The next day, the Qianqiu Festival, the whole country feasted and took three days off.

According to the rules, Xiao Wuji would also take hundreds of civil and military officials around the city in the evening, and finally climb the tower.

On this day, Xiao Qiqi was dressed up as a flower by Concubine Rong.

At the banquet, Xiao Linghui, who had been banned for many days, was also unblocked. His temper was colder and arrogant than before. He walked to his seat without looking away, looking a little withdrawn. The imperial concubine looked on with cold eyes. The originally happy and lively atmosphere was all because of her arrival. Become cool.

Among the many concubines and ladies, Xiao Linghui glanced at Xiao Qiqi, who was being held by Pearl and eating.

The satisfied smile on her face is sweeter than the pear paste in her hand.

She admired the delicate face of the pearl, her eyes were filled with intoxication. With nephrite in her arms, fine wine and delicacies, she couldn't be too happy. Fortunately, she even recited a poem, "If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy. Don't let the golden bottle face the moon in the sky. Innate My materials will be useful, and I will come back after all the gold I have spent."

Some knowledgeable people at the banquet praised Xiao Qiqi's talent, and the colorful rainbow farts were about to burst into the sky.

Xiao Linghui's face was so dark that it was dripping with water, and she deliberately smiled arrogantly, "Sister Qiqi is taller than the sky, and blessings and good days are still to come."

Xiao Qiqi sounded uncomfortable. He raised the golden bottle and took a sip of wine wantonly. He glanced at her casually and said back angrily, "Do you want the blessing?"

"This princess doesn't need it." She took a sip of tea nonchalantly and suppressed her pent-up anger.

The great tyrant came, followed by the Dingbei Hou family.

Shen Nanzhi wore a goose-yellow skirt and ran towards Xiao Qiqi like a little yellow duck.

"Princess Qiqi, Nan Zhi hasn't seen you for a long time. I miss you very much."

She was a head taller than Xiao Qiqi. When she was excited, she couldn't control her strength and picked up Xiao Qiqi.

The tyrant's eyes were eager and he wanted to snatch Xiao Qiqi back.

Shen Nanzhi hugged Xiao Qiqi and spun around before letting go.

Xiao Qiqi was so dizzy that she couldn't find Bei, so she grabbed a random person.