Reborn Totalitarian Queen

Chapter 1172 [The Finale] (20)
At the very least, Wan Yao, who loyally protects the Lord and hopes for her to be safe and happy, would not take this risk.

The depth of his scheming lies in his ability to calculate everything, and to grasp all the hearts of the people in his hands.

Wan Yao didn't understand, but——

She understands it all.

Between them, it was doomed to be wrong from the very beginning, and there was never any possibility of being together, and he didn't even fight for it irrationally, but as compensation——

After all, he helped her and Yin Zhan.

That person has been away for a long time, and in the past few years, she didn't ask herself to think of him again.

Song Chuxi held the flute in his hand, closed his eyes, and smiled wryly.

Yin Zhan came in from the courtyard and sat down on her couch.

Smelling his breath, Song Chuxi opened his eyes.

Yin Zhan pulled her over, hugged her in his arms, rubbed his chin against the top of her hair, and teased: "What kind of sleeping position do you have, and you don't behave in the yard? Seeing that Xue Rong is more disciplined than you. "

"Xuerong only sticks together, can it compare to me?" Song Chuxi gave him a look.

"Look at how promising you are." Hearing this, Yin Zhan couldn't help laughing.

He turned around and looked around, "Where are the girls? Why are you here alone?"

"Wan Yao took them to prepare meals!" Song Chuxi replied absent-mindedly, lowered her head and fiddled with the hole flute in her hand, then said in a dull voice: "Why do you want me to know, why do you want Wan Yao to take these things away?" give it to me?"

She looked up into his face.

Yin Zhan is actually not a magnanimous person when it comes to matters involving children's personal relationships.

"Because I also have selfish intentions!" Yin Zhan and her looked at each other, with a smile on the corner of his lips, he kissed her forehead and sighed softly, "If he is still alive, I will definitely not let you know , but now that he is dead, the truth must be told, so that it is the most fair to both you and him."

What is fairness?What can be measured by the standard of fairness and unfairness is not emotion.

Song Chuxi felt a little bitter in his heart.

If you say let go——

In fact, as early as after Yue Qingyang's death, she had never had any hope for He Lianying, and she had always settled accounts clearly, so at this moment, it didn't matter whether she let it go or not.

Yin Zhan asked Wan Yao to give her something and let her know the truth, but he just gave He Lianying a fair clarification.

Although, it's already useless.

Song Chuxi smiled, raised her hand to touch his face, and jokingly said, "Then what about you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Yin Zhan asked back, rubbing her red lips with his fingertips, "Your person and your heart are mine, so do I still need to care about these old-fashioned past events? "

Seeing his face, Song Chuxi pursed her lips and snickered.

Judging by her appearance, it seemed that He Lianying had really let go of her completely.

Yin Zhan lowered his head and kissed her forehead, but still insisted on saying: "Shaorong! Forgive him, don't live with any resentment and burden, you should be truly happy."

Song Chuxi heard the words, the smile on his face remained unchanged, he was really calm.

"I don't hate him, I have never hated him." She said, because, I have never loved, "Everything is just untimely, good luck makes others, me and him are destined to be just passing by each other , that's all."

He has given her too many calculations and irreparable harm, these should be enough reasons for her to hate him, but before the real love, they are just two irrelevant strangers, no matter what he has done , Why should she hate and demand?

They just missed it from the beginning.

Because before he fell in love with her, he had already scarred her all over, so the so-called "love" became the most unattainable luxury fantasy.

When the maids who had gone to deliver the meal came back, seeing this scene in the courtyard, they were too embarrassed to come in and disturb them casually, so they all waited quietly outside.

Song Chuxi didn't feel hungry at all, leaning against Yin Zhan's arms, playing with the flute in his hand, he just felt that the sunny weather and the quiet years were really pleasant.

What are those past events?No matter how much you experience, those pains and wounds will be slowly forgotten over time.

When she became interested, she brought the flute to her lips and blew the only piece of music she had learned. She hadn't practiced it for many years, and her skills were already a little rusty.

Yin Zhan listened patiently, frowning, but he didn't interrupt her.

At the end of the song, Song Chuxi looked up at his face again, "When will you be free, can you teach me a new song? Now that you are not going to the battlefield, you are hiding in the harem playing this stuff. It feels like a ghost."

"Yeah!" Yin Zhan responded directly, stroking her hair lovingly, "I'll bring you the music score tonight for you to pick and choose."

It is true that Song Chuxi was just a casual joke, and he laughed when he heard the words, "You taught this song for more than a year, right? Come on again? Don't you bother me? I myself feel that there are such stupid students who should delay it." Go out and kill him."

"A lifetime is so long, if the student is too smart, the master should commit suicide." Yin Zhan joined her with a smile.

He is usually serious, and even the courtiers are careful to follow the rules, but in fact, there are times when he is not very serious in private.

Song Chuxi was lazy, leaning in her arms, rubbing left and right, but just didn't think about it.

It was approaching noon, and the sun was scorching hot.

Yin Zhan picked her up and sat on the corridor outside the dormitory, holding her in his arms, while playing a tune for her with his flute.

Song Chuxi leaned in his arms and listened comfortably.

Wan Yao brought a group of servants to wait outside the palace holding trays, it was hard to say what to say about such two unreliable masters.

A row of palace maids stood watching their noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, and hearts. Wan Yao glanced left and right, and suddenly remembered something, she turned to the little maid beside her and asked, "Where is the little master? It's time, shouldn't she come to the empress palace?" Did you have lunch?"

The official road from Dayun City to Beijing passes through a canyon, the sun is high in the sky, and merchants who pass through the valley raise their heads to wipe their sweat, but they see a majestic snow-white wolf with a figure like a calf standing on the top of the cliff. , Occasionally, the light flickered randomly, and a bloody light suddenly flickered in its eyes.

"Ah! What is that? It has red eyes, so evil! Run!" In the valley, passers-by turned into a crowd, fleeing in a hurry with their chariots and horses.

The blood wolf king stood motionless on the top of the cliff, showing the king's arrogance.

A delicate girl with a snow-white dress walked out of the woods behind, raised her hand and patted its forehead, nagging helplessly: "Xue Rong, I know you are the boss here, but how many times do I say it?" Now, you still have to learn from my father, you won't be able to marry a wife if you keep holding it like this..."

(End of this chapter)