Chapter 1294 Ninth Life Reincarnation 14
"You...you are a prince?"
In the palace, Xiao Qi opened his mouth wide and was very surprised.
"Little beggar, as long as you and I are in love, what does it matter about our status?" the fourth prince said anxiously.
"You're right." Xiaoqi thought for a moment, smiled sweetly and said, "I just didn't expect that you..."
The fourth prince's heart had been opened to her and could no longer be closed. He didn't want her to talk any more, so he stretched out his hand and took her into his arms.
The little beggar hid in his arms with peace of mind, her pretty face slowly raised, as if to encourage him.
The fourth prince was so excited that he didn't know what to do. He could feel his own heartbeat, and he could also feel the other person's heartbeat.
He finally lowered his head slowly and captured her red lips.
The two kissed passionately, and endless lovesickness and affection rippled out.
After a while, the two separated.
Xiao Qi lowered his head, his face flushed, as if he didn't even have the courage to look at him again.
However, the fourth prince only felt that his heart was extremely full. After living for more than twenty years, he felt that life was so wonderful for the first time.
"Xiao Qi, I want you to be my princess, and the only princess." He vowed.
"Yes." Xiaoqi responded softly, her heart filled with sweetness.
"Xiao Qi, let's go see Father right now, okay?"
"Going to see...the emperor?" Xiao Qi was surprised for no reason.
"Born into the emperor's family, I can't help myself, I..."
"Stop talking, I know, I'll go with you right away." Xiao Qi interrupted him. Actually, it's nothing, it's just to meet his parents.
"Thank you, thank you, little beggar."
The fourth prince was as happy as a child. He couldn't help but hug her and spin around.
"You...you are so bad! Ah! I feel so dizzy..." Xiaoqi hugged his neck tightly and cursed.
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"Si'er, you want to take a concubine? I'm very happy that you're enlightened, but... I heard that you brought a girl back to your home from Linxian Pavilion. Could it be her?"
The emperor summoned the fourth prince and the little beggar in the study. He sat by the desk, bent over and read the memorial, without raising his eyes.
"Father, the little beggar girl is just a musician in Linxian Pavilion."
"Yeah?"
The emperor raised his head and looked at the little beggar who was kneeling with the fourth prince.
The fourth prince didn't have to kneel down, but he wanted to advance and retreat with the little beggar.
"I want to see what kind of girl it is that makes Si'er care so much! Lift your head!"
"The little beggar from the common people pays homage to the Emperor!"
The little beggar kowtowed and slowly raised his face.
The brush in the emperor's hand fell on the table, and his eyes froze for a moment.
"You should go back home first! I will arrange this."
"Your Majesty, thank you!"
"Daughter of the people, thank you!"
The fourth prince and Xiaoqi returned home happily without doubting his presence.
For a while, the two often stayed in the Fourth Prince's Mansion, waiting for good news from the emperor, while becoming inseparable.
They seemed to have endless things to say, and endless exchanges of various skills in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
No matter what skill he had, Xiao Qi was always good at it and very savvy, which made the fourth prince even more elated. .
However, the two of them were deeply in love, except for occasionally holding hands and kissing each other, but they never took it any further.
The fourth prince was not a person who was greedy for pleasure. He wanted to carry the little beggar into the palace in a serious manner on a sixteen-carry sedan and give her a formal title.
As for the little beggar, his deep feelings had sustenance, and he was content at this moment. Coupled with his instinctive reserve, he was not in a hurry.
…
On this day, a young general in the court got married, and the fourth prince was ordered to go to congratulate him.
He only appeared briefly, said a few words of congratulations on behalf of the royal family, and then
Hurry back.
After being away from Xiao Qi for such a short period of time, he felt empty in his heart.
However, the maid in the palace reported that as soon as he left, the father-in-law from the palace came, saying that he was following the emperor's order to summon the beggar and his master.
The fourth prince couldn't help but feel happy after hearing this. The first thing he thought was that his father had agreed to the matter between them.
But when I turned around and thought, that’s not right! Why did the father summon the beggar alone?
A terrible thought emerged in his mind, and it was out of control. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
He couldn't believe it, let alone didn't want to believe it, but this thought was like a terrible curse that made him breathless.
He immediately drove into the palace.
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"Your Highness, the Fourth Prince, please stay!"
Outside the emperor's palace, two guards stopped the fourth prince.
"Go away!"
The fourth prince ignored their threats. He vaguely heard the beggar's voice coming from inside, so he couldn't care less about anything else.
The two guards looked at each other and finally gave way. After all, the emperor did not give them any death orders. Once the fourth prince offended, they would be the ones punished in the end.
The fourth prince staggered into the palace.
After turning a few screens, the dragon bed jumped into view.
At the first glance, the fourth prince saw the helpless eyes of the little beggar on the dragon bed, and the line of crystal tears in the corners of her eyes.
And his father, he...he is...
"Father!" The fourth prince fell to his knees, cried out sadly, and hit his head heavily on the ground.
"You bastard! Who allowed you to break into my bedroom!"
The curtain fell, and the figure on the dragon bed was covered, and the emperor's furious shout came from inside.
The fourth prince was indifferent, his heart was broken into pieces.
The emperor's voice sounded again.
"Fourth son, I have made a decree to make you the crown prince. Sooner or later, this country will be in your hands... The prime minister's daughter is in her prime, and she is the best choice for the crown prince. Soon I will grant you a marriage. You have to treat others well."
…
The fourth prince didn't know how he left his father's palace.
For the next few days, he was like a zombie.
On this day, the Prince's Mansion suddenly became lively and full of joy.
In the early dynasty, the emperor announced to the world that he would appoint the fourth prince as the prince of the dynasty and give the daughter of the prime minister in marriage as the prince concubine.
Double happiness came, and the little people in the palace were full of smiles. They finally got through it.
The fourth prince faced all this numbly, even when tailoring clothes, he was like a wood carving.
After a few days of this, two pieces of news came from the palace.
The first news is that three days ago, the emperor ignored the objections of several ministers and appointed a girl named Xiaoqi as his concubine.
The second news is that just last night, the beggar concubine suddenly hanged herself in her bedroom. When the emperor learned about it, he became furious and chopped off the heads of dozens of eunuchs and maids. Even the queen who had just come to visit the begging concubine was implicated.
Little beggar, little beggar...
The fourth prince was heartbroken, his lips trembled, and he screamed silently.
I'm sorry, little beggar, I didn't protect you well.
Little beggar, are you too disappointed in me? Have you been waiting for me to save you?
I'm sorry, little beggar, I shouldn't have brought you into the palace.
In this case, little beggar, let me go with you!
He grabbed the long sword on the desk and without hesitation, the sharp blade swiped across his neck.
He seemed to see Xiao Qi waving to him. Her eyes were as affectionate as ever, but there was a little more anger, a little more reluctance, and a little more pity.
Little beggar, I am so lucky to have met you!
The wind suddenly rushed in through the window, blowing up the veil, revealing the newly delivered prince's uniform underneath.
In such a world, stories about princesses and beggars or princes and peasant girls are all folk fictions.
Such stories will always exist only in fairy tales. They cannot break free from the shackles of emotions, and in the end they have no choice but to die and rush to their destined fate.
This is the eighth reincarnation of Ling Shi and Cheng Zhaoxue.
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"Cheng Feixue, show up and fight!"
At the gate of the Snow Mountain Sect, amidst the flying snow, a young swordsman stood proudly, full of evil aura.
"Where did you come from, young man! How could the young master's name allow you to yell so loudly!"
Dozens of disciples from the Snow Mountain Sect leaped out and surrounded the young swordsman.
"You are no match for me, let Cheng Feixue come out!" The young swordsman looked aloof.
"You shameless brat!"
The disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect were immediately furious, and they swarmed forward without hesitation to bully the minority.
After a "ding-ding" sound, most of the Xueshan Sect disciples dropped their swords, their faces full of horror.
"Those who know the truth, let Cheng Feixue come out quickly. Next time, you won't be so lucky!"
The two Snow Mountain Sect disciples in front of them involuntarily took a step back, but they only took a step back. After looking at each other, they both raised their swords and killed each other again.
"Death!" the young swordsman shouted, and with a three-foot-long green blade in his hand, he was about to kill him.
"stop!"
At this moment, a cold voice sounded, and a figure flew over.
But look at her, her white dress is spotless, her beautiful black hair hangs down smoothly, and her exquisite facial features are stunningly beautiful. She is like a fairy descending from heaven to earth, exuding an elegant, holy, and pure temperament.
"Young Master..."
The Snow Mountain Sect disciples looked excited and all breathed a sigh of relief.
The person who came was none other than Cheng Feixue, the apple of the Snow Mountain Sect’s headmaster and the leader of the younger generation of the Snow Mountain Sect. She had extremely high martial arts skills and was comparable to a god-like existence in the minds of the Snow Mountain Sect disciples. However, her temperament had always been cold and incomparable. He is so proud that the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect are in awe.
The young swordsman looked at Cheng Feixue: "You are finally willing to show up."
Cheng Feixue also looked at him and frowned when he heard this: "Ling Wufeng, I know your intention here, isn't it just to challenge me? Okay! Today will be as you wish. I want to see how you have stirred up the world in the past three years. What are you really capable of!"
"Please!" Ling Wufeng swayed and flew several feet away, with a three-foot green edge standing in front of his chest.
After Yicheng came down from the mountain, in the past three years, he almost challenged the famous masters in the world. Whether they were masters of the righteous way or masters of the evil way, they were all defeated by his three-foot Qingfeng sword in the end.
Knowing that Cheng Feixue of the Xueshan Sect was famous far and wide, and that he was better than his master, he came all the way here.
Although the Snow Mountain Sect is located in a border area, it is always paying attention to the situation in the world. Cheng Feixue naturally knows who Ling Wufeng is.
"Look at the sword!"
Cheng Feixue didn't say much nonsense, she gave a cold shout, drew her sword in her hand, and headed towards Ling Wufeng's direction to kill him.
"Ding~" The tip of the sword touched Ling Wufeng's scabbard, and a huge force hit Cheng Feixue, making Cheng Feixue's jaw hurt.
"Haha." Ling Wufeng sneered twice, stepped forward in a flash, grabbed the hilt of the sword, flipped his wrist suddenly, and the three-foot green blade cut through the air and went straight to Cheng Feixue's throat.
Cheng Feixue was slightly frightened and quickly retracted her long sword to block. When the two swords collided, the blades made a harsh sound.
Ling Wufeng failed with one attack and took the opportunity to withdraw his sword.
But Cheng Feixue was obviously a difficult character. As soon as Ling Wufeng retreated with his sword, she took advantage of the victory and pursued him.
Cheng Feixue's swordsmanship was unpredictable and ever-changing, and Ling Wufeng gradually found it difficult, but he quickly stabilized his position.
For a time, the two of them were fighting so hard that they couldn't tell the winner.
The two of them fought faster and faster, causing snow to fall all over the sky. It was no longer clear who was coming.
Suddenly, two figures disappeared at the edge of the snow cliff at the same time.
The disciples of the Xueshan Sect were startled and rushed over to take a look, only to see two figures fighting fiercely in the flying snow. However, the figures got further and further away and soon disappeared from their sight.
