This situation

Guan Ning was curious, while Fang Congwen was indifferent. Fang Congwen didn't show much curiosity about the story Yang Xiaolan wanted to tell.Seeing her like this, Yang Xiaolan's words rolled around his lips a few times, and finally he omitted the follow-up and just told the story.

A long time ago, in the ancient Shu Kingdom, there was a witch god priest named Congwen. She had a bronze mask and a sun pattern ring.She is a beautiful woman who has been admired by a weak man named Congqi since she was a child, and Congqi worked hard to become the king of the ancient Shu Kingdom for her.But at that time, there was a conflict of power between the kingship and the theocracy represented by the witch god priests. The presence of priests hindered the kingship, but the king was Congqi, and he didn't mind separating power from Congwen, and he was willing to follow the instructions of the witch god.The king and the witch, as two parties fighting for power, shouldn't have anything to do with each other, but they still fell in love, behind everyone's back.They agreed that if there is a daughter like Congwen in the future, the throne will be passed on to her daughter, and the dispute between royal power and theocratic power will be ended.

Congqi is not a brave man, Congwen gave him the bronze mask, saying it was to add some murderous spirit to him, but it was actually a token of love.

The love between two people will always fall in the eyes of those who care.It is a thorn.

Once on a Congqi expedition, Congwen was arrested by the clansman's tricks-involving Congqi's brother, Congyi.Congyi wants the position of king, and Congyi also wants Congwen, but the throne belongs to Congqi, and Congwen also loves Congqi.So they ruined them from the clothes.

Love eventually becomes a crime—foolish people have accused Cong Wen'an of fornicating mortals.Fornicating mortals and offending the gods will inevitably punish the gods, and they will punish the sinners first.

Congqi was imprisoned, and watched the clansman's violence against Congwen, and watched their child - Congwen was pregnant, and she counted herself as a girl, and their child died in the atrocity.That night, Cong Qi escaped with Cong Wen, and the two ran to the secret base, but Cong Wen was already dead.

Having lost his lover and unborn child, Congqi returned to the tribe and killed many tribesmen, as well as Congyi, the instigator of all these.After that, Congqi, who tried to commit suicide, was stopped by Yaoji, the goddess of Wushan—the secret base is where Congwen listened to the instructions of the witch god.In order to keep the spirit of the witch god priest alive, and also to make Congwen's body immortal, Congqi left a soul in the secret base, waiting for his successor King Ashura to get Yaoji's golden mask thousands of years later.

"As for the golden mask, that's another long story."

This is not a pleasant story, the speaker is sad, and so is the listener.Even the indifferent Fang Congwen had a trace of sadness on his face.

Yang Leping held Yang Xiaolan's hand, heard about this again, connected the related characters together, she could only sigh.She never knew that behind the mask, there was still the thoughts of her mother, Empress Dugu, if she knew...

When she was young, she had seen that bronze mask in Queen Dugu's room.The mask is ferocious, but my mother loves it very much, and regards it as a treasure. My mother mentioned that whoever can wear the mask is the one who is destined.At that time, she also asked if her father had brought it.Mother said, no.She didn't believe it, so she held the mask and compared it on her face. There was no buckle, no mechanism, and it really couldn't be worn by ordinary people.The mother also joked that it would be passed on to her in the future so that she could use it to choose a husband.Unexpectedly, this joke became a prophecy, and the predestined man in the mask became her husband-in-law.

To be honest, Yang Xiaolan wearing a mask should be a predestined relationship with his mother.

And at this moment, she without the mask is her own.

"You mean, you and I were reincarnated from Congqi's soul? We already lost one soul when we reincarnated?" Yang Xiaolan's story was consistent with his dream, and he barely restrained his anger towards Congyi and his clansmen in the story. , Guan Ning asked.

It was not Yang Xiaolan who answered her, but Xuan Ming. "According to my speculation, she is the reincarnation of Cong Qi's soul, and you are her lost reincarnation in an accident."

Accident, it turned out that it was an accident.Guan Ning's face turned ugly, she looked at Fang Congwen, trying to see something from her face.However, apart from being infected by this sad story, Fang Congwen didn't show any abnormality, and he didn't even give Yang Xiaolan an extra look.

"Then what happened to the queen?" Guan Ning asked again.

Yang Xiaolan glanced at Yang Leping before explaining: "The empress...the empress also has a story.

Once upon a time there was a girl who was asked to disguise herself as a man to practice martial arts and go into battle to kill enemies.One day, she entered the palace and met the queen. She had never seen such a dazzling and vivid person. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was the sun.The queen quickly discovered her identity, but did not punish her for it, perhaps she felt that the girl was not a threat.She taught her, guided her, and the girl grew up with it, and the queen's success is indisputable.Later, the girl married the queen's daughter, but as time went by, the original admiration and admiration gave rise to another kind of emotion, very complicated emotion, love, longing... I don't know if there is any so-called past life in it. ——The queen has a sun pattern ring and a bronze mask, which she gave to the girl.But in any case, these two people can only stare at each other at a certain distance from each other.Not just because of their respective identities, responsibilities, or anything else. "

"and after?"

"Later, the queen passed away, and the queen's husband, the emperor, put the girl in the queen's tomb and buried her as a sacrifice."

Guan Ning covered his mouth and said, "Oh, it's so scary..."

"The king's heart is unpredictable, and the bad guys do evil." Yang Xiaolan laughed at himself, "Man is not as good as God."

"So you are that girl who disguised herself as a man, practiced martial arts, and went to battle to kill enemies?!" Guan Ning was shocked beyond words when he said this conclusion.This plot that should have appeared in a fantasy novel happened right around me. In fact, my soul has only one soul and needs a red line to continue life.Combining the previous conversations between the little empress and them, it is not difficult for her to imagine how amazing it would be if she could piece together the whole story.

Yang Xiaolan smiled again, but didn't answer.

If Guan Ning's reaction was considered calm, Fang Congwen's reaction was not indifferent, but moreover indifferent.No matter who it is, hearing these two almost bizarre stories related to herself, and facing the protagonist in the story who may have had a romantic relationship with herself, she will not be as indifferent as she is.

Yang Xiaolan, Yang Leping, and Xuan Ming were secretly amazed, their gazes flicked back and forth between Guan Ning and Fang Congwen.

Seeing Yang Xiaolan sizing up Fang Congwen, Guan Ning felt displeased, and walked up to Fang Congwen to shield her from her sight. "Congwen is not the witch god priest in the story, nor is the queen in the story. Congwen is just Congwen. Fang Congwen, my liking for you, my love for you, is only based on me and you, and those who have no It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all."

A smile overflowed from the corner of Fang Congwen's mouth, and then faded away: "I know, I am too. You are Guan Ning, but..." She sighed and did not continue.

She looked at Guan Ning, and only had Guan Ning in her eyes.As Guan Ning said, the story is just a story, it has nothing to do with her, nothing to do with it.

But the problems between them were more painful than those stories-even if it was only one-sided for her.Guan Ning didn't mind at all that he was born by her, which was beyond her expectations.At first, she thought that Guan Ning would be a little bit grumpy, but she never thought that she would not take it seriously at all.She didn't expect Yun Jin to suddenly say that they didn't care. A few days ago, Yun Jin still had the expression on his face that the sky was about to fall.

As for witch god priests, queens, and girls disguised as men, she didn't care about all of them.

The two people who had hallucinations because of the ring were not interested in their previous relationship at all. Yang Leping was surprised and couldn't help admiring them, they were such free and easy two people.

Few people have such concentration and mind.

Yang Leping handed the recovered ring to Fang Congwen: "If you still like it, this ring can be given to you."

"No, thank you." Fang Congwen resolutely refused, "At first I only wanted it because it looked good, but now I think it's too complicated."

"Does that person have a lifetime of entanglements with you? You also find this relationship complicated?" Yang Leping glanced at Yang Xiaolan and asked, ignoring her white eyes. She was indeed very curious.

Fang Congwen looked at Yang Leping calmly, and replied: "I won't be with anyone for this reason, and I don't think I will be with anyone for such a reason. It's scary to think about it. .Moreover, it is usually because the previous life did not have a good death."

She doesn't want this kind of love.

Fortunately, Fang Congwen didn't feel or respond to Yang Xiaolan.This girl made her feel too complicated, involving emotions, and she didn't have it at all.

If you have to say yes, you can only be grateful, grateful to her for helping Guan Ning, grateful to her for considering sacrificing her own practice to help Guan Ning.

Nothing else.

"Master Xuanming, if there is something I can do to recover a soul, I will definitely do my best."

Xuan Ming scratched his head: "I really have something to trouble you to pay attention to. I heard that you are good at antiques. We are short of a bronze mask. Without it, we might not be able to enter that place. Yang Xiaolan will draw the pattern of the mask and send it to you later. , if it is convenient, please find it for me.”

Fang Congwen responded.

This long day ended with Yunjin greeting him for a meal.At the dinner table, Guan Yan, who sent Uncle Guan home, came back. Hearing what these people were going to do for Guan Ning, Guan Yan thanked him again and again, as long as there is an obligation to contribute money and effort.

Coming out of Yunjin's house, Yang Leping remained silent, and took Yang Xiaolan for a walk in the community when he got home.

Yang Xiaolan asked her, what was she thinking?

Yang Leping said that she was thinking about Fang Congwen's words.They are together in this life, is it because they didn't have a good death before.

Yang Xiaolan was not happy, she disagreed with what Fang Congwen said. "What do you call an unsatisfactory end! What is the purpose of Nuwa mending the sky? There are holes in the sky. If Fang Congwen is Nuwa, she must let the sky go like this. She must say, what to mend? , simply let the sky fall down. I think it is a gift from God that we have such an opportunity, only you, only me, no one else, no one else." She hooked Yang Leping's little finger and scratched The palm of her hand seemed to be asking if it was right, if it was right.

Yang Leping smiled and stuffed both hands into Yang Xiaolan's trouser pocket.This is her first winter in modern times, she is not used to the winter in the south, it is cold, cold and biting. "Will it snow?"

"Very little. Even if it does fall, there is very little snow in Shanghai, so it's hard to have a snowball fight."

"If I have a chance, I want to try it." Fang Congwen's hallucination touched Yang Leping's memory. In her memory, there was an engagement for Eying one year. Yang Xiaolan and Yang Yong's son built a snowman in the palace and had a snowball fight. He and Eying both participated, and he looked enviously at the side.

"Yeah, you always watched us play back then. The princess wants to keep her identity?"

Yang Leping smiled, "Don't get used to screaming again, let people see the joke."

At that time, there were no heaters or air conditioners in Daxing in winter, but there was snow in Daxing in winter.

In the snow, there are footprints of two people walking hand in hand, one deep and one shallow, clear and long.

The author has something to say: I like Fang Congwen's attitude very much, it's just the previous life and has nothing to do with me.