Qin Fang, Qingxue and Wang Sizhi took care of all the messing up of the cups and plates after the reunion dinner. This was an extremely rare thing in the life of an emperor's family. Qingxue was responsible for picking up the dishes, while Qin Fang and Wang Sizhi were responsible for washing the dishes. The three of them talked without hiding, but they felt warm and at home.
As in previous years, Guiliu wanted to take his maid out of the city to play, and Qingxue would naturally not fall. So Guiliu returned to Jiaofang Palace from the Prince's East Palace, and while snatching Qingxue away, he also joked to Wang Si: "What's left next?" You're on your own, it's up to you what to do."
In response to his provocative words, Wang Sizhi didn't even bother to raise his head. After Guiliu led a group of colorful people into the carriage and left, Qin Fang looked at her and asked with a smile, "Aren't you angry?"
Wang Sizhi shook his head and said softly: "There is nothing to be angry about. I know he is making up for his guilt."
Qin Fang asked again: "What about Qingxue? Do you blame your mother?"
This time, Wang Sizhi remained silent for the first time.
After the reunion dinner, why did Qin Fang want Qingxue and Wang Sizhi to stay? Why can't it be Taozhi and Jinzhi? It seems random, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that it is worth considering.
Maybe Lian Giliu didn't realize it yet, but Qin Fang had already made his choice.
Seeing that Wang Sizhi stopped talking, Qin Fang avoided the topic, hesitated, and said tentatively: "Sizhi, what do you want to ask, don't hide it, mother saw that you were a little unhappy since you walked in for the reunion dinner."
Wang Sizhi stopped washing dishes and said softly: "Mom, how did my father...die?"
For a moment, the snow falling all over the sky seemed to be frozen. Qin Fang sighed softly in her heart. From that day when Wang Gong Qiao hit his head on a red pillar and died, this day was destined to come. She couldn't bear to lie to Wang Sizhi, but what could she do if she didn't lie? What to do? Is it possible to tell Wang Sizhi the truth calmly and then watch her become the enemy of the Gui family?
Qin Fang found it a bit funny. Instead of saying that she forced Wang Gongqiao to death, it might as well be said that Wang Gongqiao forced your own daughter to death! The truth is this, so what if you didn’t do anything wrong? The bloody facts are there! Therefore, the truth must never be revealed. It must be rotten in the stomach for a lifetime. Even Geiliu must not know it.
So Qin Fang reached out to touch her cheek with both hands and told a big lie, "Your father has been greedy for life and afraid of death all his life, but in the end he was unwilling to live. His last words before his death were only one sentence, I hope I can treat you well."
Wang Sizhi suddenly burst into tears and shook his head, "No, no, my father is timid and afraid of getting into trouble, how could he..."
It was Wang Sizhi and the Empress of the Sui Dynasty who loved Gui Liu, but the only one who was heartbroken at this moment was the timid and timid Wang Sizhi.
Qin Fang's heart felt like a knife, and her guilt deepened. She held her tightly in her arms and said over and over again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
When did Wang Sizhi learn about his father's death? On the way south to Jitu Academy, there was a little boy with purple-gold eyes who claimed to be the Imperial Master of Dajing and walked with her and Guiliu for a long time. The little child uses magical techniques to cover his aura and body shape. As an ordinary martial artist, Gui Liu cannot feel it at all. However, Wang Sizhi has a mysterious realm and can see through all things, so he can detect his existence.
Along the way, Xiao Zhitong told Wang Sizhi the news of Wang Gongqiao's death under Qin Fang's instructions, so that she could be mentally prepared in advance. Until Yu Jian returned to Beijing, Wang Sizhi was slowly accepting this fact and healing his heart. The wound is just like the fact that he accepted the fact that the Wang family was confiscated. It’s hard to imagine that such a timid woman could be stronger than most people in the world. Even after hearing the news of her father’s death and knowing that it was impossible to see her father after returning to Beijing, she still He lived his life as usual and never showed any sadness.
But no one can stay strong forever. The most hurtful thing is seeing things and missing others. When she saw a table full of people having a reunion dinner, and when she thought about the lively scene of a family enjoying dumplings and hot pot at her home last year, Her expectation of meeting her father after returning to Beijing became a delusion after only a few words. At that moment, she was haggard. She would listen at the dinner table, laugh with everyone, and eat Qin Fang's food. The dumplings, but with the pair of chopsticks, I couldn’t see clearly.
The light snow continued to fall, and the sky soon became dark. After crying, Wang Sizhi sat on the stone steps, snuggled tightly in Qin Fang's arms and fell asleep.
The small stove illuminated the old and new tears on her face. Qin Fang gently gathered the fox fur for her and brought the small stove closer to melt the snow on her body and hair.
At this moment, Qin Fang had the same question in her heart as Gui Liu had at the beginning, Wang Sizhi, who are you?
What is the truth behind the Sui Dynasty’s destruction of the country five hundred years ago? Why do all the bamboo slips and historical book remains unearthed from the ruins of the Sui Palace show signs of being burned? Who is hiding something anymore?
If you want to uncover the answer to the mystery, you can only take a personal trip to the long river of time, go back five hundred years ago, and witness with your own eyes the battle that destroyed the country.
This set of azure Ru porcelain is the sacrificial porcelain of the Sui royal family. The emperors of the Sui dynasty held no less than twenty grand rituals. All the great fortune is hidden in this set of tea sets, just like the great national fortune cauldron in Qintian Prison today. . Even after five hundred years, most of the luck in the tea set has been lost, but the remaining luck is enough to briefly visit the Sui Dynasty five hundred years ago.
Qin Fang suddenly thought of Giliu. Now his son has the fortune of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. He has the best fortune in the past ten years. If he can catch this hot potato, he will be qualified to compete for a genuine martial arts review. If you fail to catch the top ten, you will be in danger of death.
Nowadays, the martial arts realm of Geiryu is like a castle in the air. The foundation is unstable and has the tendency of pulling out the seedlings to encourage growth. Even if it is a sixth-grade martial artist, if it faces those martial artists who have stayed in the fifth-grade realm for many years, I am afraid that nine out of ten will be defeated. To be defeated.
Even her own mother had to admit the fact that her son's talent in martial arts training was simply mediocre!
A person who is slightly talented in martial arts has received so many gifts of luck and cannot guarantee that he will become a seventh-grade grandmaster. So why does he have to reach the sixth-grade Dzogchen realm?
Every time he thinks about this, Qin Fang feels a little worried. Is it possible that like his father, he will only be a third-level martial artist after working hard all his life? He had such a good talent for cultivation, why couldn't he inherit even a little bit of it? No matter how many people protect you, it is not a long-term solution. Only when you are strong enough can you truly ensure safety.
Suddenly, Wang Sizhi twisted in Qin Fang's arms and opened his eyes in confusion.
Facing those bright red eyes, Qin Fang said softly: "You're awake, are you cold?"
Wang Sizhi shook her head and gently broke away from Qin Fang's arms. When she saw Qin Fang's body was wet with snow, she quickly put the fox fur warmed by the fire on Qin Fang's body. She felt distressed and guilty and said: "Mom, I'm sorry."
Qin Fang shook her head, "Mom, I'm sorry for you."
There was a black cat squatting on the eaves, its spiritual eyes staring at the two people on the stone steps. Suddenly, a plump white cat appeared and pounced on the black cat without saying a word.
The black cat nimbly dodged, ran a few steps away, and turned around to look. His eyes were as full of meaning as those of a human being. It meowed at the white cat and walked away.
Qin Fang asked Wang Sizhi to go back to the East Palace and dress up carefully. The clothes would be sent over later. The banquet for ministers after the New Year's Eve dinner was a top priority. After tonight, everyone in the world would know the name of the Crown Princess.
Wang Sizhi called "Xueqiuer" softly, and a fat and round white cat jumped down from the eaves of the palace, its thick flesh pads stepping on the snow. Only a shallow trace was left.
Picking up the snowball, Wang Sizhi rubbed its head and asked, "If you don't stay well by my side, why are you running up to the eaves?"
Snowball meowed lazily. There was a sticky sound in his throat, and his little head rubbed Wang Sizhi's hand back and forth, which instantly softened Wang Sizhi's heart.
Is there any animal in the world that is more coquettish than a cat?
Holding Xueqiu'er in his arms and walking on the dark palace road, Wang Sizhi suddenly saw a flash of white snow coming towards him in the night.
Narrowing his eyes and taking a closer look, he saw that it was the iceberg-beautiful princess.
The two women walked toward each other more and more slowly, as if they were deliberately slowing down. When they were less than ten steps apart, they both stopped at the same time.
Just like that first meeting thousands of years ago.
Guiqing was the first to speak, half-smiling but not smiling, "What should I call you, sister-in-law?"
Before Wang Sizhi could speak, the white cat in his arms suddenly growled from its throat, like a warning.
The black cat that had been chased away by it on the eaves now slowly came to Gui Qing's feet. Its beastly eyes were as dark and deep as the world.
Gui Qing stretched out her long fingers to pick it up, and then held it in her arms.
The two women understood each other tacitly, and walked towards the pavilion next to them at the same time, and finally sat down facing each other holding the cat.
This time it was Wang Sizhi who spoke first, "Aren't you going to settle the score with Zhao Bingnie?"
"I don't care." Gui Qing said calmly. The black cat half-closed its eyes in her arms, enjoying the caress of its owner.
Suddenly, evil spirits surged on the stone table, and a jar of Jiannan Shaochun appeared.
"Drink a jar?" Gui Qing said with a smile.
Wang Sizhi just responded with a sneer.
Suddenly, the two women frowned in unison, where did they smell so drunk?
I saw a drunk man approaching here. You said he drank too much, he was staring at this place. You said he didn't drink too much, he couldn't even walk in a straight line.
Gui Qing looked at the crooked figure and said calmly: "It's time to let go of the clichés."
Wang Sizhi also looked at the drunken Gui Liu with a smile, "Yeah, it's time to let it go."
"Take care of him."
Guiqing stood up and walked out of the pavilion, disappearing into the windy and snowy night.
Wang Sizhi put down the snowball, walked out of the pavilion and trotted to him. As soon as he helped him, he was eaten by tofu.
Guiliu was unconscious and murmured vaguely: "Daughter-in-law, come and kiss me...don't run away, kiss me again...just one..."
"Why are you drinking so much?" Wang Sizhi struggled to drag him into the pavilion, but the man was like a stubborn ox that could not be pulled by a thousand horses. Her strength as a woman alone could not compete with him, and she could only be pulled by him. Pull away.
"Where are you going?! Please wake up!" Wang Sizhi was really angry.
"What are you doing?! Don't touch me!" Guiliu shouted loudly, then looked around again and said guiltily: "Daughter-in-law, you saw it too, I didn't touch her, it was her who harassed me. You must not talk to her. I'm angry."
In an instant, Wang Si's anger disappeared.
She blinked. A question-and-answer session began.
"What's your wife's name?"
"Wang Sizhi!"
"Does it look good?"
"Uh hehe, you didn't know this, you are the most beautiful girl in the world!"
"What's so good about her?"
"She calls her a thief!"
"Shut up!"
Guiliu quickly sealed his mouth with both hands, and searched around for a long time to make sure that there was no trace of his wife. Then he loosened his hands and begged Wang Sizhi: "Don't tell me what I just said." Wife."
Wang Sizhi was amused by the drunken man in front of her. Her eyes turned red when she smiled, and then she held her face in her hands and sobbed.
Guiliu became anxious and said quickly: "Girl, girl, why are you still crying? Why...why is this?"
Wang Sizhi bumped him hard with her shoulder, raised her head and smiled through tears, "Tell your wife, what you go back to is home, and what you can't go back to is home."
