She is as beautiful as a flower, and I have a beautiful face [Quick Transmigration]

The third child of Xie Zhiliao and the hero Murong Xihe, the third child, ascended to the throne.

The third child is two years younger than the second child, but the second child is like a wolf, and the third child is like a dog. He has a bit of a bad temper. It is a nice way to say that he is as gentle as jade, but in fact he is soft. It seems that if you rub him round or flatten him Now, he won't have any complaints.

Therefore, this is also the reason why Xie Yin feels that the temperament of the third child is similar to that of Xie Zhiliao, because in Xie Yin's eyes, Xie Zhiliao is much better than before, but still looks like a coward.

Therefore, because the temper of the third child is very similar to that of Xie Zhiliao, Xie Yin likes the third child very much.

And the third child is also very obedient. When he was in court, he listened to her everything.As soon as a minister spoke, the third child didn't even think about it, so he asked Xie Yin directly: "Prince Regent, what do you think?"

But Xie Yin felt that it was okay for the third child.

After all, the third child is still a young man, and he is two years younger than the second child. It is only natural that such a young man has no opinions of his own.

As long as Xie Yin raises him well this time, and doesn't let him become like his brother and eventually become a big pig's trotter or a small animal, it will be fine.

Xie Yin swore that when she met the second child before, the second child had already turned black, and she had no time to cleanse the second child and straighten him up, so this time, now, she will definitely educate the third child well and do her best as a father. responsible.

Xiaoli rolled her eyes, thinking that Xie Yin is probably the rare person in this world who is happy to be a father.

Xie Yin: [I've worn it on Murong Xihe's body, the third child is my son. 】

That's what I said, but Xie Yin also thought it was quite miraculous.It is only in such a bizarre world that this kind of thing can happen.

In this way, she seemed to be a little envious, and it was rare to start liking this illusory world.

Xiao Li warned Xie Yin: 【Xie Yin, you can stop thinking like this, be careful that you will be trapped in this world and you won't be able to get out! 】

Xie Yin waved her hand, without any sense of urgency: 【No. 】

The day when the third son ascended the throne was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In the evening, there was a grand event in the palace, but Xie Zhiliao was depressed for so long, but she was not interested in the grand event in the palace at all.

She looked at Xie Yin, her tone was numb, and she couldn't hear a trace of emotion: "I have spent many Mid-Autumn Festivals in the palace. This year, I want to go outside to see."

Xie Yin felt quite happy after hearing Xie Zhiliao's words.

The second child has been gone for so long, and Xie Zhiliao has also been sad for so long. This is the first time Xie Zhiliao has said such a long paragraph. In this paragraph, there is her appeal.Unlike before, when I asked her what she wanted and what she wanted to eat, she said nothing.

So Xie Yin found two more substitutes, told them to pretend to be her and Xie Zhiliao, and then took a few guards to the folk gathering in the imperial capital.

The ceremonial officer is a bit difficult to handle.

At this grand event, all nations came to court, and many people even came all the way after hearing the legend of Xie Zhiliao's maiden, but Xie Zhiliao did not show up.

Xie Yin only said: "Gods (goddesses) are all high and high, so it's not so easy to see them. But if they are really sincere, they are not bad."

Xie Yin was still a little proud.Now, Xie Zhiliao has truly become a symbol of the entire Great Yan Empire. It seems that her existence is more important than the emperor.

Xie Yin and Xie Zhiliao were secretly protected by guards and came to the folk gathering.

The enthronement of the new emperor is another traditional festival. At this moment, it is very lively here.

Xie Yin accompanied Xie Zhiliao, buying delicious food for Xie Zhiliao along the way.

Then, suddenly there was a loud noise, and the sky ahead let off fireworks.

This is an inevitable part of the annual Mid-Autumn Festival in the imperial capital.

Xie Yin pointed excitedly: "Zhi Liao! Look! Fireworks!"

"En." Xie Zhiliao raised her head and looked at the sky. After so long, she rarely showed a smile.

The fire of the stars rushed to the sky, bursting and bursting, dazzling and dazzling, but also fleeting, disappearing into the dark night sky.But this fireworks seems to be endless, as if it can bloom until the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten.

Xie Zhiliao looked at the brilliant fireworks in the sky for a long time, until the whole world was silent, as if only the fireworks in the sky were left in the whole world, said:

"The first time I saw Qingsi was at night, and that night, there were also such fireworks."

Xie Yin was taken aback, Xie Zhiliao actually remembered what kind of scene it was when she met Nangong Qingsi for the first time?Nangong Qingsi, this dog-licking dog, is really going to be moved by her!

Xie Yin had also worn on Nangong Qingsi's body before, and now hearing Xie Zhiliao's words, she suddenly had the feeling of being a couple in past and present lives, and even life after life.

So she also felt very happy and curious.

Xie Yin followed Xie Zhiliao's words and asked, "When was that?"

Xie Zhiliao focused on the fireworks blooming in the sky, and did not look at Xie Yin affectionately, but said: "When I was very young. It was smaller than the remaining particles of fireworks."

Ok?

What kind of strange metaphor is this?

Xie Yin asked Xiaoli to check the subscription, but Xiaoli couldn't find it.

If you can't find the heroine's perspective, then switch to the male supporting role's perspective.But the male supporting role was not found either.

Did Xie Zhiliu remember wrongly?

But Xie Zhiliao looked at Xie Yin again at this time, and asked, "Do you remember that night?"

"Ok?"

Xie Yin felt that Xie Zhiliao was a little silly.

She is Nangong Qingyue, not Nangong Qingsi, Nangong Qingsi himself may not remember that night, how can she remember as a counterfeit?

But Xie Zhiliao seemed to be suffering from an illness, so he couldn't let go of this topic, and asked again: "Do you remember?"

Xie Yin said honestly, "I...I (of course) don't remember."

After saying this, the fireworks in Xie Zhiliao's eyes suddenly dimmed, as if the lights in her world were suddenly turned off, leaving only endless darkness.

Afterwards, Xie Yin found out, and Xie Zhiliao seemed unhappy again.

The fireworks display ends and the crowd disperses.

After the brilliant fireworks are over, there are only black particles left on the ground, which are cooler than the night of Mid-Autumn Festival and cooler than the hearts of the people.

Xie Zhiliao was walking in front, and Xie Yin followed her. Seeing someone selling goldfish, Xie Yin called Xie Zhiliao to stop.

"Zhi Liao, look! Goldfish!"

"Ah."

"Buy two."

"No."

"buy it."

"No."

Xie Yin still bought two goldfish, she thought that Xie Zhiliao would like it, she wanted Xie Zhiliao to be happy.

Xie Yin handed the pottery bowl of goldfish to Xie Zhiliao, and treated Xie Zhiliao as a child very naively: "Bring it back to the palace, look, the one on the left is me, and the one on the right is you."

But Xie Zhiliao lowered his head and looked straight at the two goldfish. When he raised his head again, he pushed the pottery bowl to the ground.

The pottery bowl was broken, and the two fish were bouncing on the ground, dying.

Then, Xie Zhiliao glanced indifferently at the goldfish on the ground, ignored it, turned around and left.

Xie Yin was left in a daze.

Xie Yin was stunned: 【What happened to Xie Zhiliao?Is she still the same Virgin? 】

The Holy Mother is willing to let the mosquitoes suck her blood, so how can she care about the life and death of the two goldfish now?

Xiaoli: [She doesn't want it, but if you insist on giving it, you deserve it. 】

Xie Yin asked a bodyguard to handle the goldfish, and then chased after Xie Zhiliao.

She ran to Xie Zhiliao's side, and didn't know what to say to Xie Zhiliao, so she could only speak in a very embarrassing manner, saying very unnutritive words: "The Mid-Autumn Festival must be at the same time, and the officials in the palace You must be admiring the moon, right? Today's moon..."

Saying that, Xie Yin raised her head and looked at the bright moon in the sky——

Uh... Why is the moon not round at all today?It's too embarrassing for her.

Xie Yin said embarrassingly: "As the saying goes, the moon at fifteen is round at sixteen... Well, many times, human affairs are the same as this moon, they cannot always be perfect."

It's not how you want it to be, it will be how it will be.

Xie Zhiliao looked at the bright moon in the sky, and murmured: "Turn to Zhuge, a low-lying household, illuminated without sleep. There should be no hatred, why don't we go to the farewell..."

When Xie Yin heard that Xie Zhiliao was reciting poems with her—coincidentally, Xie Yin is best at reciting lines.

Xie Yin continued Xie Zhiliao's words: "People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny cycles. This matter has always been..."

At this time, Xie Zhiliao followed Xie Yin's words and said, "It's hard for two people to be perfect in this world."

Xie Yin was stunned immediately.

It's hard for two people in this world.

The person who used to say that there are only two people in his life, now he says that it is difficult for two people to be perfect in this life.

Xie Zhiliao no longer looked at the moon, there was nothing to see, she said: "Let's go back to the palace."

"……Oh."

It felt that Xie Zhiliao was still in a bad mood, so Xie Yin kept looking at Xie Zhiliao all night, for fear that she would do something again.

The two were lying on the same bed.

Xie Zhiliao looked at Xie Yin who was sharing the same bed, and said a few long words, "I told you before that the third child is different from the second child. Did you guess it at that time? Why did they no the same?"

"Huh?" Xie Yin thought for a while, and said, "Is it because of the character of the third child? His temperament is not like his father, nor his brother, but rather like you."

"..." Xie Zhiliao listened quietly.

"But I think he has a very good temperament. A gentleman is like a jade, and a gentleman is upright. After him, he will definitely not lose to his father and brother, and he will definitely become a generation of Mingjun."

"..."

Xie Zhiliao listened to Xie Yin's words, opened her eyes wide, as if in a daze, and was stunned for a long time, but finally, she laughed wildly at Xie Yin: "Hahahaha...hahahaha..."

Xie Zhiliao laughed crazily, endlessly, laughing so hard that Xie Yin felt creepy.

Xie Yin leaned forward, pressed Xie Zhiliao's shoulder, and said, "Stop laughing."

Xie Zhiliao stopped smiling, but there was still a smile on her face, she said: "No... What I said is different, it's not that this is different."

"What I said is different. It means that the eldest and second child are Murong Xihe's children, but the third child is not Murong Xihe's child. The third child is Nangong Qingsi's child."

"..."

"One night, I was drunk and walked into his room by mistake. He was also drunk, and he didn't even realize that the woman that night was me. He didn't even know that the third child was his child."

"..."

"I'm sure. Because Murong Xihe has had problems since his second child. You see, there are so many people in his harem, who can give birth to him again?...Only me. He knows his problems, but he doesn't want to Let others know that he has a problem, so he can only spoil me."

"..."

After finishing speaking, Xie Zhiliao stopped talking and turned around, as if ignoring Xie Yin, she was going to sleep.

Poor Xie Yin was stunned, fearing that she would not fall asleep tonight.

Xie Yin: [I, green myself. 】

I, green myself, over and over again.

Xie Yin couldn't believe it: 【Are you sure this is the Jiemu I know?In one article, she had sex with two men and gave birth to a child with two men! 】

How did Xie Zhiliao become like this?

Xiaoli: 【It is said that this is the world after the end of "A Lifetime". 】

Xie Yin: [She wants to write a different story, is she going to write it like this? 】

This……

It's so different.It's so different that Xie Yin can hardly believe that this is a story written by Xie Zhiliao.

Thanks to Xie Zhiliao's blessing, Xie Yin couldn't sleep well that night, she was having intermittent, fragmented dreams.

She dreamed of a certain Mid-Autumn Festival many years ago, the sky was full of fireworks, which seemed to be able to burn the entire night sky.

On nights like that, she saw a little girl standing under fireworks.

The little girl looked up at the fireworks in the sky, smiling like a flower.

She approached the little girl step by step, but woke up again and again, unable to touch the little girl again and again.There was a short distance between her and the little girl, but it seemed that they were separated by the end of the world.

But she was sure that that little girl was Xie Zhiliao.

The days continued to go on strangely, but everything that happened next was still not perfect.

In a month of almost 30 days, only one full moon is complete.The rest are incomplete.

So what about a year.

So if we compare it to a person's life, probably, life is sweet, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

The third child drowned and died while leading his group of officials to hunt.

He was wearing heavy armor to protect himself that day, but he fell into the water by accident. The heavy armor dragged him in the water without thumping a few times. When he was picked up again, he was no longer breathing.

This is obviously a small matter, but the third child went like this.

But Xie Zhiliao's tears had already been shed, and there were no more tears to shed.