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Chapter 1 If there is an afterlife, I wish I would never meet again
"Your Highness, you lost!"

Under the scorching and blooming peach blossom forest, a woman in black spoke coldly.The woman is about 30 years old, with beautiful eyebrows and phoenix eyes, her face is not very beautiful, her eyes are cold, but she doesn't have a fairy air that can't eat the fireworks of the world.

She looked straight at the person in front of her calmly, her eyes were sharp, her fingers were bent into a bow, and she was pressing against the person's throat.

"Qing Huan is not good at learning skills, please punish Aunt Chong Jin." Another clear voice sounded like a spring, with a touch of self-blame.

The person who answered was the young girl in front of the woman in Xuanyi.

The girl is only 16 years old, with snow-skinned lips, beautiful eyebrows, and eyes like deep springs.Dressed in white clothes, her waist-length black hair is tied behind her head with a golden belt.Under the sun, her gorgeous face shines brilliantly, making it hard to stare at.

The woman in Xuanyi, who was called Aunt Chongjin by the girl, withdrew her hand and gave her a faint look with a calm expression, "His Highness has been a little absent-minded recently."

"I..." The girl in white was speechless, and the strange color in her clear snowy eyes was fleeting.

"There is no need to practice these few days. When will His Highness regain his form, when will we start again." The woman in black uttered these words coldly, turned and left without looking at the girl in white.

The girl in white raised her head annoyedly, stared at the figure of the woman in black going away, and stood there dumbfounded.

As the wind passed, the peach petals fell from the trees, and they fell all over the ground one after another.A petal floated down from the top of the head, and the girl reached out to take it off, and put it in her palm in a daze.

"Your Highness, Aunt Chongjin has left, let's go back to the palace too." Another clear and pleasant voice sounded beside her ears, with respect and concern in her words.

The girl looked up, and saw the maid who was waiting at the side came over, looking at her with clear eyes.

"Okay." She let out a long breath and nodded in response.After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked to the side, and the maid also stepped up, following at a leisurely pace.

Behind him, the wind blows the flowers, and the flying horns and carved eaves of palaces and pavilions loom among the fluttering petals.Then, when he took a closer look, he saw that the red paint was mottled under the sun, and the walls were ruined. It was a cold palace.

"Your Highness is not in a good mood recently." The two walked forward, and the maid raised her eyes to look at the girl next to her, and she saw that her eyebrows were tightly frowned, and her eyes were slightly condensed.

This white-clothed girl is none other than Yu Country's seventh imperial concubine, Song Qinghuan who is titled Wuyang.

Song Qinghuan raised her head, smiled slightly, and the streamer suddenly appeared, "It's nothing, you don't have to worry."

The maid Zhiqu nodded and said no more.

Song Qinghuan lowered her eyes and lowered her head again, clenched her jade hands in her sleeves slightly, and a deep worry flashed across her brows and eyes.In the past few days, she has been absent-minded as Aunt Chongjin said.

Seeing her father's birthday approaching, the thought of meeting that person soon felt like a boulder weighed on her heart, how could she feel at ease?

that person...

Unconsciously, his cold and incomparable face appeared in his mind.The chest tightened for an instant, as if a blunt knife had been sliced ​​through slowly, and the heart-piercing pain slowly spread to all limbs and bones.

Fingers caressed the heart, and fine cold sweat broke out on the forehead.

The corners of Song Qinghuan's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile. After three years, his name was still like a curse, unable to escape or break free.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" Seeing that Song Qinghuan seemed to be feeling unwell, the maid stopped and looked anxiously.

"No problem." Song Qinghuan took a deep breath and moved her lips coolly.

The maid responded, and cast a suspicious look at Song Qinghuan, seeming to hesitate to speak.

"Shen Xing, envoys from all over the world are coming to Jian'an one after another?" Song Qinghuan didn't guard against the maid's suspicion, so he turned to talk about something else.A few days later, on Emperor Yu's birthday, there was a banquet for guests from all over the world, and all countries sent envoys to congratulate him.

The maid named Shen Xing nodded, "I heard that the envoys from Zhao Kingdom and Chen Kingdom have arrived, and only Liang Kingdom is left."

"He won't come so early." After hearing Shen Xing's words, Song Qinghuan answered a nonsensical sentence.A person like him acts the most treacherously and doesn't play cards according to common sense. How could he arrive so early?

"He? Who is His Highness talking about?" Shen Xing was puzzled.

Song Qinghuan lowered her eyes, caught a glimpse of a pink peach blossom that had just fallen on the skirt of her shirt, stretched out her hand to pick it up, and the coolness in her eyes was refreshing.

Puzzled?It's right to be puzzled.

After all, not everyone is as lucky as her to be reborn.

Song Qinghuan didn't make a sound anymore, just casually twirled the petals in her hands, and walked towards the bedroom without stopping.

Shen Xing didn't dare to disturb Song Qinghuan's meditation, and bowed his head to lead the way in front of her, but also respectfully said nothing.With something on his mind, Song Qinghuan became more and more absent-minded, and just followed Shen Xing mechanically.

Suddenly, Shen Xing stopped in his tracks.

Feeling that the atmosphere was a little bit wrong, Song Qinghuan raised his head, his eyes showed suspicion, "Shen Xing, why..." Before he finished speaking, his eyes fell in front of him, and his black pupils shrank, and his eyes widened, as if being strangled by someone. I can't even speak half a word.

The numerous thoughts receded in an instant, and my mind went blank, leaving only one question:
Why is he here? !
Sudden change, Song Qinghuan did not regain consciousness for a moment, only looked at the man in front of him in shock.

The clear sunlight was instantly hazy like dizzy, softly covering the man's body, like wearing clear glaze.

The man was dressed in a black brocade robe, and the hem of the cuffs of the skirt and cuffs was embroidered with silver thread in three places, with delicate patterns of flowing clouds and snow.Under the sunlight, the reflected clear color set off his face, which was astonishing all over the world, like a banished fairy.A jade-colored belt is worn around the waist, a small white jade crown is placed around the head, and a pair of dark black pupils under the sword-shaped eyebrows that enter the temples are deep and bottomless, like an ancient well and cold pool.

At this time, that evil and cold gaze was casually falling on Song Qinghuan's face.

Such a familiar face, yet so strange.

Uncontrollably, Song Qinghuan's eyes filled with thick mist, blurring his eyes immediately, leaving only black outlines in front of his eyes.The emotions in my heart became more and more turbulent, overwhelming.

"The servant has seen Wuyang Diji." Someone suddenly said, pulling Song Qinghuan back from his thoughts.

It was the little eunuch who led the way beside the man.

Sensing the sudden cold gaze on her body, Song Qinghuan was startled, lowered her head and lowered her eyes, and quickly withdrew the tears in her eyes.

I am too careless!

What kind of person he is, no one knows better than himself, I am afraid that the momentary gaffe just now has aroused his vigilance.no!In this life, she must never fall into his eyes again!

Song Qinghuan bit her lips hard, calmed down the turbulent emotions, and looked up coldly, "Excuse me, this is...?" She glanced suspiciously at the man in black beside the little eunuch, and blinked long and thickly just right. His eyelash feathers were filled with curious scrutiny.

This look is impeccable.

But Song Qinghuan didn't dare to take it lightly, because the one standing in front of her was——

"This is Shen Chuhan, Prime Minister of Liang Country."

As soon as Shen Chuhan uttered the three words, the tight string in Song Qinghuan's heart suddenly broke.The fingers in the sleeves tightened, and the sharp nails inserted into the palms. The pain made her recover quickly.

"So it's Prime Minister Shen who is well-known in the four countries." Song Qinghuan smiled softly and his eyes changed, "It's said that Prime Minister Shen is peerless, but seeing him today, he really lives up to his reputation."

"Wuyang Emperor Ji Miaozan." Shen Chuhan opened his mouth, his voice was deep, with a sluggish rubbing tone, which made Song Qinghuan's heart skip a beat.

His gaze, still motionless, rested on Song Qinghuan's glamorous face, the brilliance in his pupils flowed, but his emotions couldn't be seen clearly.There was a slight smile on his lips, but it didn't touch his eyes at all.

Shen Chuhan is always so cold.

It doesn't matter whether the people standing in front of him are ordinary people or royal dignitaries.

Song Qinghuan laughed at himself.

How long has it been since she has seen Shen Chuhan's gaze so calm and without the slightest ripple?In the previous life, he always wanted to escape from his scorching eyes, but in this life, he looked at strangers like this, and he felt a little disappointed in his heart.

After severely despising himself, Song Qinghuan let out a long breath.

Goodbye to strangers, never to ask each other.

Isn't this exactly what I want?What is there to lose?
She curled her lips into a smile, concealing the real emotion in her eyes, and looked at the little eunuch beside him, "Are you trying to lure Shen Xiang to your father's place?"

"Return to Your Highness." The little eunuch should be saluting, "President Shen just arrived in Jian'an today, and the emperor ordered his servants to invite Prime Minister Shen into the palace for a briefing."

Song Qinghuan nodded lightly, "If that's the case, I won't bother you." After finishing speaking, she looked back at Shen Chuhan, and slightly curled her lips, "President Shen, take your leave."

Shen Chuhan also nodded, with a calm expression, "Your Highness, let's go." His dark eyes were bottomless, reflecting Song Qinghuan's frail figure.

Song Qinghuan didn't dare to look at him anymore, bowed her body, and walked away with Shen Xing.The moment they passed by, a crystal teardrop finally rolled down from the corner of his eye, was blown by the wind, scattered in the air, and soon became invisible.

Behind her, Shen Chuhan's thoughtful eyes paused on her beautiful back, the color in his eyes became colder, and the coolness was overwhelming.

After resigning from Shen Chuhan, Song Qinghuan's pace obviously quickened a lot, and Shen Xing behind him trotted to barely keep up.

"Your Highness..." Shen Xing looked at Song Qinghuan out of breath, and said cautiously, "Your Highness, are you alright?"

His Highness's mood is obviously wrong, how can she not see it after she has been serving His Highness for so long?It's just... how does she feel that His Highness's mood swings are due to his sinking prime minister just now?

However, His Highness does not know Shen Xiang.

Song Qinghuan didn't hear Shen Xing's words. At this moment, there was only a buzzing sound in her head.The cold sweat on the forehead grew more and more, and the palms of the clenched fists were already soaked.

Why?Why did Shen Chuhan appear in the palace today?

In his previous life, he was obviously late at the start of his father's birthday banquet.Dressed in starlight, she stepped on the moon, amazed everyone's eyes, and made her heart that had been silent for many years suddenly illuminated by this dazzling light.

Only then did she realize that in this world, there really is a glimpse of ten thousand years.

However, it wasn't until later that she realized that the clearer the eyebrows and eyes, the colder they are.Shen Chuhan, he has never been a warm sunshine, but a deadly poison, the kind of poison that knows that it will break the heart, but still can't help but swallow it willingly.

Song Qinghuan shivered and shivered unconsciously. It was clearly a warm and warm spring, but she felt a burst of coolness creeping up from the bottom of her heart, overwhelming and menacing, as if she had fallen into a deep cold pool, and it was difficult to breathe.

sinking—early—cold—

Song Qinghuan silently said these three words again in his heart, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.Shen Chuhan, heh, young master Wuxin, in this life, I will never get into trouble with you again.

It's just that she still doesn't know one thing, there are still a few days before the royal father's birthday banquet, why did Shen Chuhan come to Yu Kingdom early?

Song Qinghuan was still in shock, her heart was as cold as ice and snow.

Could it be that the trajectory of everything changed because of her rebirth?If this is the case, the development of the matter will be far more difficult than she thought.

Her gaze turned cold little by little, and she finally walked back to Yaohua Palace in a daze.

Because of Shen Chuhan's early arrival, Song Qinghuan was extremely restless all day long.

That night.

The night is dark, the moon is hidden in the clouds, the dark blue sky is dotted with stars, and the light and shadow in the world are dark.

The lights of Yaohua Palace were turned off early, and there was silence.Occasionally, patrolling palace people passed by outside the hall with lamps, making a few slight noises, making it more quiet.

The quiet moonlight shines into the inner hall, and you can see the light smoke curling up from the gilded bamboo festival incense burner at the corner of the window sill.

In the incense burner was burning agarwood incense to soothe the nerves and help sleep, but Song Qinghuan, who was lying on the bed of agarwood and gilded twigs, was not sleepy at all. He held a corner of the brocade quilt with his fingers, and looked at the plain green seven-treasure crocodile silk tent above his head with wide eyes. Preoccupied.

For the scene of seeing Shen Chuhan again today, she had prepared for three years, but she still lost her sense of proportion.

Song Qinghuan bit her lip, feeling annoyed.

Could it be that Shen Chuhan is really a calamity that cannot be avoided in his own life?
Do not!
Song Qinghuan's fingers gripped the brocade quilt tightly, and a look of coldness appeared between her brows and eyes.

In this life, she will never allow herself to repeat the mistakes of the previous life!

After tossing and turning, Song Qinghuan finally fell asleep.

cold……

The north wind is bitter and cold.

There was a vast expanse of white in the distance, as if the sky and the earth were covered with snow, and everything was blindingly white.

The snowflakes fell profusely and blinded the eyes, and the distant view seemed to be shrouded in thick fog, leaving only a hazy color.

Suddenly, the sound of galloping horses came from a distance, and then, countless black spots appeared on the horizon in the distance, overwhelming mountains and seas.The sound was deafening, one wave was higher than the other, and the black spot was getting closer and closer. When one looked closely, hundreds of thousands of troops came galloping on the snow!

Snowflakes and dust are flying all over the sky.

The first person holds a flag pole, and the word "Zhao" is written on the fluttering flag, which is large and eye-catching.The person next to him, at the head of the horse, was wearing black armor, with a dignified aura and clear eyes.

Suddenly, the person holding the flag stretched out his fingers and pointed to the approaching city in front of him, his eyes showed surprise, and he seemed to say something in his mouth.

The man in black armor frowned and looked in the direction of his finger.

This look, can't help but turn pale with shock.

On the city wall, stood a woman in red. She was thin but had an astonishing beauty. Her cold eyes were staring right at the head of the man in black.

The cold wind blew up the phoenix-tailed skirt behind her, and the skirt was embroidered with scarlet silk thread, and the other shore flowers bloomed scorchingly, as if dancing in the wind, so gorgeous and enchanting.

The man in black showed horror, and shouted something to the woman in red, his starry eyes were full of coldness.It was just the whistling wind and the white snow all over the sky, which quickly drowned out his words.

The woman seemed to have never heard of it, she just stared at the man quietly, and suddenly without warning, her eyes changed and she smiled.

In an instant, the fluttering white snow between the sky and the earth is like pear blossoms on the branches, competing to bloom, bringing a clear and ethereal color to the extreme.

The man in black felt a sudden feeling, and a bad premonition rose from his heart. This premonition was so strong that his internal organs seemed to be held together by someone, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

"No!"

Suddenly his pupils shrank, his exquisite facial features twisted together, and he roared forward.The strong internal force contained in the voice made the world tremble.

He saw that the woman on the city wall with a resolute smile jumped up, flying down from under the city wall like a fluttering butterfly.At this moment, his pupils suddenly lost focus, and only the dazzling figure in red was left in his eyes.

The red dot fell lower and lower, the man hurriedly jumped up, pointing his toes on the horse, and went towards the woman through the air.Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the woman, the man in black clothes became more and more anxious, and stretched out his hand to pull the woman.

The woman's long eyelashes blinked, and Qingling curled her lips again, a relieved smile bloomed on her lips.She parted her lips slightly, and slowly uttered a word towards the man.

After that, only a loud "bang" was heard.After all, the man in black was a beat slower, and saw the woman crashing to the ground in front of him.

The bright red blood instantly stained the ground red with white snow.

She fell into a pool of blood, her eyes were closed tightly, her skin color was almost transparent, as clear and gorgeous as a blooming scorching flower from the other shore.

The man fell down in front of the woman and hugged her with trembling hands.The snowflakes were wanton, sprinkled all over the body, the man's ink hair was scattered, and the clothes on his body were also messy.The snowflakes turned into water droplets, falling from his delicate face like cold jade, it was hard to tell whether it was snow or tears.Now there is only endless black in the Youyou deep pupil, just like an eternal night.

He stared fixedly at the woman in his arms, without blinking, his eyes were already red, as red as blood oozing from the snow, dazzling red.

Suddenly, the man raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar. The roar echoed in the empty and lonely field. The mournful and sad color mixed in the voice made people feel chills.

She loved him so much and hated him so much.

The last words she said to him were: Jun Shu, if there is an afterlife, I wish never to see each other again.

　Yaoyao has started a new article, so I will occupy the hole first, and then fill in it after "The Son-in-law" is finished.

　　If "Consort" is a story of a reborn woman chasing a man, then "Beauty" is a story of a reborn man chasing a woman. The hero's strength favors the woman!I pat my chest to assure that I will never abuse you, Chapter 1 or something is just a fake~
　　The girls you like move your fingers to collect it~ I love you~
　　
　
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