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book-like crown

The water is clear, the blue waves are rippling, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful, making people feel at ease.

"You are very happy." Yingmeng smiled, exuding a flamboyant and wanton attitude. "You have long seen that Ziyuan is not pleasing to your eyes."

Yingmeng laughed lightly. It seemed that Han Xi was not completely hopeless. She still had her own ideas. For example, she was really a perfect puppet just now. Even if she gave the order, she could still get around it.

It wouldn't be a troublesome thing to drive one or two people, but she didn't. She chose to ride directly over, blowing up their dust.

To put it bluntly, she had wanted to do this for a long time, and he just gave her a glorious reason.

"Sir, you are thinking too much." Han Xi's face was cold and serious.

Yingmeng clicked her tongue. "What's the point of following these etiquettes in front of me? We are strangers, there is no one else here, I don't belong to your circle, and I won't talk about you. Who do you hate?

Just say it. If you don't like him, just go and deal with him. Just like what you did just now is great.

Isn't there a slave in that thing? I'm taking the title of your fiancé now. I don't care, just use my title to do what you want. Just blame it on me like I just did

I feel good about you, and you are happy too."

Under Yingmeng's half-smiling gaze, Han Xi said nothing, and continued to smile casually, with his back straight and not a trace of unnecessary movement on his body, as if this could refute Yingmeng's theory.

A trace of bad taste flashed in Yingmeng's eyes. Did she know that her actions at this time had betrayed her heart?

Yingmeng leaned back and leaned directly on Han Xi. Don't forget that she is a man now.

As expected, Han Xi froze completely, unable to advance or retreat.

According to the rules, she shouldn't let a man get so close to her. But it's also not etiquette to push others away, especially on horseback, which may hurt others.

Ying Meng gave her a lazy smile and stopped teasing her. She sat upright and kept her distance from him. Feeling Han Xi breathe a sigh of relief, she looked into her eyes seriously and said, "Did you see it? They will follow the rules.

Contradictory. All rules are relative.

They say it’s not right to hit someone when they’re not hitting you. They say you should protect yourself. Then when someone hurts you in other ways, do you tell me whether it’s right to hit someone?

You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. The environment you live in will not deliberately suppress you, and the people around you will not deliberately hurt you, so you can abide by all the etiquette and do everything.

A gentleman.

But what if you meet someone who doesn’t follow the rules? What if you meet someone who doesn’t play by the rules? Do you still want to abide by the rigid rules? The rule is that the dead are alive. It’s good to follow the rules, but when and what to follow?

The rules depend on when do you think it’s appropriate?”

Han Xi paused and looked back deeply at Ying Meng's eyes. In those plain and alienated eyes, the shimmering light was somewhat broken, and there was confusion in the ice-covered eyes.

"Sir, I think it has nothing to do with you how I live my life. Following these rules will not cause harm to others."

Yingmeng tilted his head. The meaning of this sentence was obvious, that he was not qualified to take care of it.

"But I'm the one who plays by the rules, and I care more about whether I'm happy or not than the rules. Theoretically speaking, I really shouldn't care about you, but I can't stand a person who has an environment where he can live freely, but

I still restrict myself. I don’t believe there are really rules in this world. If there are, they must be man-made. No one likes all the rules and regulations and lives in a circle forever. Try to step out, you

You will find that the world is very different.”

Han Xi rode the horse with an expressionless face and looked at Yingmeng quietly, not knowing what she was thinking. After a pause, she spoke slowly. "I have put on clothes like the pages of a book and walked on the street.

Respectfully among the walking dead.”

At these words, Yingmeng's eyes were cold and a layer of black mist shrouded her eyes. Wasn't she the same person she once was and the same person she is now? In fact, she also lived in the pages of the book, but she had her own ideas and chose within limits.

The greatest freedom. Isn’t that the case for everyone? But this is Utopia!

"I said you are still young. There are no restraints or shackles on your shoulders. Why should you bear the rules that do not belong to you? Say what you want, laugh when you want, and applaud yourself. What family responsibility?

Don't be hasty about things like respect and order, knowledge and knowledge. First stir up the cool breeze and the cold moon, the willows and the willows, and the grass and warblers flying. Pick up beautiful things when you have the opportunity, and you won't do it when you don't have the chance.

I regret it!"

Han Xi was steady and reserved, but his eyes were somewhat dark, covering up the confusion in his eyes. "What about you?"

He is such a sensitive child, and he was caught by the tail in one fell swoop. Yingmeng's long eyelashes drooped in a bewitching arc, and she laughed softly, with a slight sound at the end. "I, throughout my life, have been beyond the reach of the whip, and I have been working non-stop.

To return to the beginning.”

Han Xi didn't speak, and Ying Meng didn't force her. Habits formed over the years cannot be broken in a day or two.

"When you have a choice, choose yourself. When the shackles are fragile, choose to get rid of the shackles

.Don’t wait until it’s too late to realize and regret.”

Yingmeng sat on the horse and uttered a sentence unconsciously.

She felt her spirit begin to leave her body, but at the same time maintaining a strange connection, her feet began to become distant and weak.

This time, Yingmeng clearly felt the Tao affecting her.

It turns out that it exists all the time, but she has long been used to it. Because she realized something was wrong, she discovered that it had always been there.

Time bloomed in front of her like a flower, her brain began to work, and the past and future slowly unfolded before her eyes.

"Why did you suddenly become so quiet?" Han Xi asked.

Yingmeng could no longer control her body and was unable to answer her.

She felt herself sitting calmly on the horse, immersed in consciousness, and saw time extending before her eyes, extending to different dimensions and shapes - a strange balance, a strange vortex.

It stretched out in front of her like a thread. A very thin rope, but she had to walk on it, even if she walked unsteadily.

At one of the edges, she saw the battle again, yes, that battle that wiped out the eight realms with blood, was nicknamed: Breaking the Era. The girl who stuck to the rules stood in front of her, the sword in her hand shining with blood,

His eyes were burning with excitement.

Immortal soldiers and immortal generals appear in front of you, and a bloody battle begins.

The ghost training camp did not participate in this battle, but stood in the distance and watched their carefully designed chess game.

The long sword pierced his chest, burning his heart with fire, scalding the years.

On the other side, she lives in this peaceful place. A child with only a seven-year-old mind has lost all her halo overnight. The overall situation of the world is her and it has nothing to do with her anymore. There is another person standing in her place. He

Taking her place, the world was still in chaos.

There was never a moment when she realized clearly that she had nothing. She was just a chess piece, and without her there would still be someone else.

Shadow Dream felt that he was standing in the center, an important pivot. On both sides were completely different stories, between peace and violence.

She silently recited the secrets she learned from the Xiao family and suppressed her rising emotions. She was a seeker, but she no longer looked at the cold ending calculated by reason, but began to listen to the whisper of her own blood.
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