Fan Hang put one hand on the table and touched the dark red brocade box placed on it.

He moved his fingers gently, and the brocade box opened, revealing the blood beads glowing with red mist inside.

Seeing the red blood beads released from the inside out in the brocade box, Qin Ruan's eyes widened slightly, with an expression of astonishment in his eyes.

Suddenly, a powerful red light popped out from the blood bead. The red light carried a powerful cold resentment and went straight to Qin Ruan's face.

Qin Ruan's body tensed up and he subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

Fan Hang said abruptly: "A Ruan, this is the memory of you and the emperor for ten lifetimes. Are you sure you don't want to know how to break the situation?"

Qin Ruan, who had already retreated, heard that it was related to the emperor. She had no time to think about whether there was danger, and allowed the strong and sinister resentment to rush into her mind.

Every reincarnation that Tu Shan A Ruan and the emperor experienced in the mortal world came clearly into her mind.

Except for this life, every reincarnation before them ended badly.

Is this the powerful stamina brought about by the calamity of life and death and the calamity of love?

In every life, either she died early or the emperor died unexpectedly.

There is always one step between them, and they miss each other every time.

The first life, the Qian Dynasty.

Qin Ruan's soul was gone, and the fox clan's divine power was running low. Even if she was thrown into the mortal world, she could not maintain her body. She became a pure white ordinary fox.

Because he has no spiritual awareness and no memory of past lives, the little fox is like all the ordinary animals in the mountains and forests, wandering among the mountains, rivers and trees.

She is a simple little fox in this world who does not know the sufferings of the world and the dangers of people's hearts.

One day, a group of hunters broke into the mountain forest, and the white fox that was roaming freely in the deep forest was captured. In addition to her, many other animals, large and small, were hunted.

The white fox was injured, and her hind leg was shot by a hunter's arrow. In order not to affect the quality of her fur, the hunters gave her a simple bandage.

After several days of running around, the group came to the county market and sold the little fox to a vendor setting up a stall.

It should be said that she was lucky. She had just been put into a cage. She was attracted by a tall young man who was wearing fine ice-blue silk and embroidered with elegant bamboo patterns.

The little fox lying dying in the cage could only vaguely see the mutton-fat jade hairpin on the young master's head, which reflected the sunlight beautifully.

The young master, who had a gentlemanly demeanor and a handsome and elegant appearance, asked the guard who was following him to give the merchant a piece of silver, and then took the little fox into his arms and took him back to the house.

The little fox received the best treatment and was provided with good food and drink by his side every day. His life was actually more carefree than in the mountains and forests.

Time flies, and three years pass quietly.

The little fox has opened her spiritual wisdom, and she knows that she should be a demon. As long as she absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, she will one day have a human body.

Within these three years, the little fox found out that the owner who had raised her for three years was the son of the county magistrate.

She also knew that many matchmakers crossed the threshold of the county magistrate's house and wanted to arrange a marriage for Mr. Huo.

As for the young master of the county magistrate's family, he is personable, courteous and courteous, and has attracted the secret admiration of many young ladies.

As the legitimate son of the county magistrate, he has never been arrogant or oppressed the people. He has a scholarly spirit and a literary character.

The most admirable thing is that Mr. Huo once went to Beijing for scientific research and was appointed the number one scholar by Emperor Daqian. However, he refused on the grounds of illness and even risked being beheaded to contribute to the emperor's five major strategies for deploying troops on the frontier. .

In front of hundreds of civil and military officials, he swore and frankly predicted that there would be a battle between the Qian Dynasty and the next door.

How could Emperor Daqian listen to his words? This is simply ridiculous!

Mr. Huo indeed has real talent, practical knowledge and extraordinary literary talent. He is a rare talent.

It's a pity that this man didn't care about his life, so he was angered by the emperor and was thrown into death row. He could not be released without summons.

But not long after, a border war broke out, and the Qian Dynasty suffered heavy losses due to negligence. Countless people suffered casualties. The emperor summoned Mr. Huo, who was imprisoned in death row, into the palace overnight.

Under Huo Gongzi's prediction and his five major deployment strategies of border troops, the Great Qian Dynasty achieved victory in only half a year.

Mr. Huo should have been promoted to a noble position and his official career would be on the rise, but he was not greedy for power. He clearly had the ability to bring peace to the world with his literary skills and the ability to mount a horse to determine the world, but he once again refused to return to his hometown.

Whenever the court encountered civil and military officials who were undecided on difficult issues, nobles would come from the capital to visit Mr. Huo.

The world-famous Mr. Huo is so stunning and talented that many famous families want to be related to him. Unfortunately, he is not a womanizer, let alone a pretty scholar.

Mr. Huo is like an immortal descended to earth, not interested in anything, but in recent years he has kept a white fox by his side, and he is very interested.

No, it's a hot summer day, and Mr. Huo is enjoying the coolness in the house with the little fox in his arms.

The elegantly decorated room was surrounded by ice mirrors, and there were servants inside using cattail fans to fan the cool air in the direction of the young master who was leaning on the imperial concubine's couch and hugging the white fox.

Mr. Huo's well-joined and fair fingers gently stroked the fur of the little fox lying on his abdomen, his movements casual and careless.

The little fox made a comfortable murmur from his mouth, sounding like he was enjoying himself very much.

Mr. Huo closed his eyes and rested his mind, listening to the pleasant sounds made by the little fox, his light-colored thin lips curved in pleasure.

One person and one fox enjoyed a rare quiet time, but someone came to disturb the warm relationship.

"My lord, my lord, the daughter of Yuan Liu's wife's family is here. She said she made an appointment with you to go boating on the lake."

Mr. Huo's young man broke in and reported happily, as if he was eager for his young master to go out as soon as possible.

The white fox lying on Mr. Huo's belly narrowed his shining eyes and glared at the visitor very unhappily.

Mr. Huo didn't even open his eyes. He touched the white fox's soft-haired hand without pausing for a moment.

"No, it's too hot. Xiaobai doesn't feel comfortable." His voice was reserved and sweet, as sweet and ethereal as pearls falling on a plate.

The young man became anxious and stomped his feet to defend the long-awaited hug from Mr. Liu, the daughter of Mr. Liu: "How can you not go if you say you won't go? You promised Miss Liu."

Mr. Huo, who had his eyes closed, slowly raised his eyes and looked at the boy in front of him with an oppressive gaze: "Have I ever promised her?"

The boy noticed that the young master was displeased and replied dryly: "You made an appointment with Miss Liu just three days ago."

Mr. Huo sneered: "What I said that day was that it was a hot summer day and the heat was unbearable. I was afraid that I would have let down Miss Liu's kindness."

At this time, he didn't have the graceful gentlemanlike demeanor in the outside world, and there was an unpleasant low pressure surrounding him.

The young man understood that the young master was already rejecting Miss Liu tactfully, and he immediately said: "Then I will go back to Miss Liu."

Mr. Huo closed his eyes to rest and waved to him.

There was a sense of elegance in his words and deeds, and he regained his previous gentle and calm demeanor.

The fox he named Xiaobai lay back in his arms obediently, squinting his eyes and enjoying the caress of his master.

Such a free and carefree life, with no outsiders to disturb us, would be a happy life if we could be so comfortable for the rest of our lives.

It's a pity that there are unforeseen circumstances, and Mr. Huo is really ill.

One day half a year later, in the dead of winter, Mr. Huo fell in the snow.
Chapter completed!