After rebirth, I went from a peasant girl to the richest man

"Qingyun, you are very good~"

After three rounds of drinking, the two of them drank a lot of wine from the jar and their faces were drunk.

Wei Xi held Bai Qingyun's hand, reluctant to let go, and spoke in a low voice.

Fortunately, it is night now, and the quiet courtyard is free of the hustle and bustle of the day, so such a small sound is not difficult to hear.

"I was raised by my father since I was born. After I turned three, I only had one day a month to be alone with my mother. Every day, I only had a desk and a martial arts training ground. Day after day, there was not even anyone around me to talk to."

The sound of sobbing was heard.

"Although the study partners chosen by my father are good-tempered, I know that they don't really regard me as a friend. What they see in their eyes is more of fear of the imperial power."

"On their fourth birthday, I invited them to my palace. Knowing that their favorite thing was the Ferghana horse that their grandfather brought back from the frontier, I specially gave it to them to play with."

"But when I came back from the toilet, I saw them punching and kicking my beloved horse. Then I realized that what they liked was never the BMW, but the title of 'Princess'."

The second princess's study companion has won the emperor's favor. To put it in perspective, she has already left an impression in front of the emperor at such a young age. No matter what happens in the future, she will be looked up to by the emperor because of her title as a princess.

"Qingyun, did you know that horses can shed tears?"

Wei Xi was standing in the dark that day, and the horse she had cherished for a long time could just see her. Horses are spiritual by nature, and the horse stared at Wei Xi, and she saw the cry for help in its eyes.

Wei Xi thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out why when she rode on a chestnut horse, they would praise the horse's body shape, hair, and breed beside her...

Even the envy in their eyes was so genuine, so genuine that Wei Xi felt that they really liked this horse!

Why would a young pony be treated like this?

But these reasons are no longer important to Wei Xi!

That was the first time Wei Xi lost control. At such a young age, he had already learned to use a whip because his grandfather said that swords have no eyes. The whip is not easy to hold and it is not easy for others to get close to him, while at the same time it can protect himself.

The whip was tailor-made for the girl. The handle inlaid with sapphires was swung uncontrollably in her hand, causing those who were whipped to flee with their heads in their hands.

After all, they were just a group of four or five-year-old children. How could they have experienced such things? They only knew that their father taught them to put the princess's preferences first, but he did not teach them how to avoid the whip wielded by Her Royal Highness the Princess.

On the face, on the arms... no one was lucky enough to escape, even Wei Xi himself accidentally hurt himself because he swung the whip too hastily.

"My father called me to the imperial study and made me kneel for a whole day. He said that a monarch should not lose his mind because of his subjects. The monarch is the monarch and the subjects are the subjects. If a horse can win the loyalty of a subject, it is nothing!"

"I always thought that my father was angry with me for injuring those people, but later I realized that it was not the case!"

Under the imperial power, one can only obey. But this obedience can be sincere or false.

What would happen if the princess’ beloved BMW was damaged by her children?

A man of virtue and talent would feel guilty towards the princess; a man who fears His Majesty's punishment would be afraid of the imperial power...

Regardless of whether it is guilt or fear, these are the capital that the emperor can use to weigh the court and pave the way for the princess.

The emotion of guilt is the easiest to handle, because such people are often soft-hearted. They cannot assume the position of being impartial and selfless, but they can be the emperor's speaker. They will give the emperor a way out of those things that are not suitable for him to say.

For those who fear the imperial power, their fear is the best medicine for the emperor. As long as you control the dosage, they will do things for you out of fear, fearing to be blamed. As long as you control the intensity of the fear and don't make it too strong, otherwise it will be counterproductive.

But the young Wei Xi chose the most impulsive option, which was to solve the problem with force.

This is a very bad method in the eyes of the ruler. Using force to resolve external enemies is a quick, accurate and ruthless method. Outsiders will not reason and will only care about how much benefit they can get.

But internally, using force is not reasonable, and the pens in the hands of those literati are not to be trifled with, especially when you are the powerful party.

Only after Wei Xi grew up did she understand her father's intention. The second princess whipped the son of an imperial official in the horse farm!

No matter what the reason is, once it is spread out of the palace, the image of Her Royal Highness the Princess abusing her power to bully others will be deeply rooted in people's minds. Not many people will calm down and listen to your grievances. They will only ask you: "Did you really beat them?"

Then what comes is verbal criticism!

"The emperor has rewarded them with many things. Even their fathers or brothers, as long as they are in the officialdom, have been promoted to some extent!"

The emperor's reward cannot be called an apology. The imperial gift is prestigious in itself, not to mention it is a real promotion.

"Qingyun, I never knew that this friend could be like this!"

There's no need to surround me and compliment my clothes and jewelry, or my beautiful handwriting and martial arts skills.

When Wei Xi's wound was cracked and painful, Bai Qingyun carefully helped her wipe the wound; when she was tired from practicing martial arts day after day, Bai Qingyun showed up in time with food; when she was practicing calligraphy while enduring the wound on her arm, Bai Qingyun said while grinding ink, "Qinglan, your calligraphy is just like this!", but his eyes were full of pain...

When these substantive concerns are put into practice, they are more real than verbal praise.

Her Royal Highness, who had always been high and mighty, felt for the first time in her life that her life had become more interesting.

"Qinglan, everything in the past is just experience. We are not gods. We don't know where we came from or where we are going. Just live in the present!"

Bai Qingyun's implication: I know the difficulties you have faced in the past. We cannot choose our birth, and even our fate is sometimes beyond our control. Why should we dwell on the unpleasantness of the past? Those who cannot kill you will eventually make you stronger!

Wei Xi's tears, which had just stopped, seemed to have found an outlet in an instant. They slowly became wet, turning into one, two, three drops, and finally into a straight line of water, flowing unstoppably.

Bai Qingyun moved his chair closer to Wei Xi, stretched out his hands and held her in his arms. His clean blue clothes soon became wet on his shoulders.

The bleak autumn wind blew by, rolling up a few fallen leaves, making Bai Qingyun's wet shoulders feel a little cold.

He hugged Wei Xi tighter. People who drink have lowered their resistance. Plus, she cried for so long, she would catch a cold tomorrow.

He was already injured, how could he withstand such torture?

Bai Qingyun suddenly felt that it was a bit impulsive to agree to drink with Wei Xi tonight!