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Chapter 20 Who's who?

Qi Wan was nine years old when he met Daoist Yuan He.

So far, exactly 11 years have passed.

Daoist Yuan He called her Eleven.

After 11 years, there will be no more Qi Wan or Shi Yi in this world.

Some fates are probably doomed from the very beginning.

Walking out of the main hall, on the way to Yuezhong Pavilion, Xie Ziling waited for an unknown how long, when he saw Daoist Yuan He and Qing Chuan finally come out, his eyes lit up and he hurried forward.

"Xie Ziling has met Daoist Yuanhe, I have a few words to say to..." Xie Ziling glanced at the green birch tree leaning on the big tiger's back chewing the dog's tail grass, struggled for a while, and said: "I have a few words I want to tell the princess, but I don't know if it is convenient?"

"I'm going to have lunch, young master, if you're okay, please let me go. I hate people who don't have long eyes blocking the way." Qingkuo squinted her eyes and didn't even turn her head. He was not very interested in Xie Ziling.

Xie Ziling stared at her blankly, his heart beating a little faster.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but what came to his mind was still the scene of Yunguangtai on August [-]th, Qi Wan held a bloody heart, then turned around and jumped off the Yunguangtai.

The girl in front of her was bright and flamboyant, she had almost no resemblance to Qi Wan except for her somewhat similar face.

Even if she was distracted at first glance, the moment she opened her mouth, the difference between the two of them would be completely exposed.

But he followed quietly like a demon and waited here, wanting to meet her and say something.

I forgot what to say again.

Qing Kuo sat up and turned to look at him.

Sensing her gaze, Xie Ziling became very nervous.

He didn't know why, when he was stared at by her, there was a kind of burning on his face and heart.

"Go away."

Qing Kuo tore off the biting dog's tail grass, pinched it in his hand and snapped his fingers, the dog's tail grass wiped Xie Ziling's face and scratched it, breaking a strand of his hair.

"Next time you block the way so blindly, it won't be a few hairs that will be broken, but the head on your neck."

Xie Ziling stayed where he was, until he saw the green tree walking away, then he raised his hand as if returning to his senses, touched the face that had been wiped, and felt a touch of light red from the scratch.

He looked at his fingertips in a daze, it wasn't her, it wasn't her.

Qi Wan never hurt anyone, she is a person who will treat sparrows in the yard meticulously.

He is the same age as Qi Rongyu, two years older than Qi Wan and Ning Fengxu, the young master of Ning'an Houfu. They grew up together and have the closest relationship.

Later, when Qi Mingyue came back, they pitied that weak girl for suffering too much, and resented Qi Wan's biological parents for their cruelty, but Qi Wan didn't even apologize, making them feel as if they had misjudged the person.

I feel that Qi Wan should compensate Qi Mingyue as a matter of course, after all Qi Mingyue is so weak and pitiful.

But Qi Wan died.

Still died like that.

It made it impossible for all of them to forget that day and that scene, forget that bloody heart, as if mocking their hypocritical feelings.

Then it took him a long time to realize that he couldn't accept that Qi Wan was dead.

……

Daoist Yuanhe sent the green tree to Yuezhong Pavilion and left.

At the moment of application, Qing Chuan sat on the stand of Yuezhong Pavilion.

Yuezhong Pavilion is a crescent-shaped competition platform, which surrounds a circular attic stand, so it is called Yuezhong Pavilion.

Qing Kuo was sitting in the middle. At this time, on the competition stage, he had been lifted into an iron cage, and a beggar with his head covered was imprisoned in the cage.

Qing Kuo stood in front of the railing and patted the big tiger beside him: "My lord, come on!"

With a leap of death, he leaped down from the three to four meters high stand, and landed firmly on the competition platform.

The grandstand in the middle of the attic is the highest, on the third floor, and there are two more floors on both sides, which are full of people at this time.

Qi Mingyue and Qi Rongyu are on the second floor.

Lian Jinchen led people to look at Qingqian on the third floor.

Qingqian leaned excitedly on the railing, stretched out half of her body, and shouted at Miserable: "My lord, go and open the cage, and drag your little snack out!"

As if he could fully understand her words, Death walked towards the iron cage with vigorous steps, raised his claws and opened the cage, then hooked his claws on the beggar's clothes, and dragged the beggar out of the cage.

"You did a good job! Your Majesty, take off his hood. If he can plead with Ben Gong today, I can let him go depending on his mood!"

Death obediently tore off the beggar's hood.

The beggar's emaciated face was exposed to the sun.

He was blind in one eye, and the strong light in the afternoon made him unfit to raise his arm to block it.

He still had iron chains on his hands, but his face and hair should have been washed. Surprisingly, the facial features of this beggar were unexpectedly handsome. Even if he was blind in one eye, he could see his demeanor Not bad.

Qi Mingyue on the second floor was dazzled by that face, and almost couldn't stand still. She grabbed Qi Rongyu's arm tightly, her voice trembling, "It's him, second brother, what should I do, it's him..."

Qi Rongyu also frowned, he didn't expect that this Princess Qingzhu, who looked so much like Wanwan, would be so absurd.

Simply incredible.

He patted Qi Mingyue's back and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't worry, isn't he unable to talk? He's crazy, maybe he will die soon."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the beggar staring at Qing Chuan and gesticulating with his hands.

"It turns out that you can't speak," came Qingmao's slightly distressed voice, "Then what should we do? If you can't speak, you can't please me, so why did I let you go?"

"Isn't this fun?"

Qing Chuan tapped her toes and jumped onto the arena. She walked to the side of the beggar, stood behind him, grabbed his wrist, and raised his hand to draw a circle on the stand, suddenly excited say,

"Isn't it better like this? You pick a random person here and ask him to intercede for you. If you do well, I will let you go!"

"If you can't ask, I will feed you to the tiger together!"

"Do you think it's fun?"

"Quick, click on who is who, I count three two one!"

She let go of the beggar's hand, and looked at the dense crowd in the stands against the light.

The beggar raised his hand and pointed to the stands.

There was deathly silence in the stands, never expecting this imperial concubine to be so absurd.

Qi Mingyue's face was pale and pale.

Aoki then raised three fingers,

"three!"

"two!"

(End of this chapter)