In the Great Hui Kingdom, it was the spring of the fifteenth year of Qingli.
The sky is clear and the wind is gentle and gentle.
The holy place for royal blessings - the backyard of Yunxia Mountain.
Zhang Qingjiu sat in front of the bronze mirror, looking at himself dressed in fine clothes in the bronze mirror, holding up a hairpin on the table, and his eyes, which had been silent for a long time, showed a hint of brightness.
After putting in so much effort, she finally waited for this day.
At the Lantern Festival a year ago, she asked the emperor in front of all the civil and military officials to marry her to the eighth prince.
Everyone said that she was a toad who wanted to eat swan meat. Not only did she become the laughing stock of the entire capital, she was also punished by her father to kneel for three days and three nights.
However, the Eighth Prince gently told her that he liked her.
For such a gentle and beautiful person, she would do anything for him!
So she gave up the glory and wealth of the Prime Minister's Palace and went to Penglai, where she studied hard for a whole year in order to complete the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven at today's blessing ceremony!
Now, everyone from the royal family, civil and military officials, and noble ladies from the capital have arrived outside.
When she shows off what she has learned, she will surely make the elegant Eighth Prince proud!
By then, she will be able to successfully marry the eighth prince.
Thinking of this, she was about to get up, but suddenly she lost strength in an instant and almost fell down.
Why did he feel so dizzy all of a sudden? Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but frown, and stretched out his hand to press his temples.
"Creak-" The courtyard, which had been ordered not to allow anyone to come in, suddenly heard the sound of the door being broken.
"Who?" Zhang Qingjiu immediately stared in the direction of the door warily.
The sky outside was very bright, and the light was so bright that it was hard to open his eyes. Zhang Qingjiu squinted his eyes and vaguely saw a group of tall men wearing black clothes and covering their faces walking in.
"Hehe, this girl is quite pretty."
"We agreed, I'll be there first in a while."
"Don't worry, you and I, brothers, will definitely all have a share."
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As he approached, dirty words were also heard in his ears. Zhang Qingjiu was anxious and angry: "Who are you! How can you be allowed to be so presumptuous in the holy land of royal blessings?!"
Seeing her like this, everyone laughed wildly.
At this moment, a pink figure walked in with relaxed steps behind everyone.
"Sister." Her tone was as gentle as water, and her voice was melodious.
Seeing the people coming, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and the anger on his face turned into a soft color: "Chacha, you came just in time, drive these people out quickly, don't let them pollute the holy place of prayer."
"Yes." The visitor responded briskly, came over and grabbed Zhang Qingjiu's arm, lifted her almost limp body up, and asked in a confused tone, "Sister, what's wrong?"
"Chacha, I seem to be feeling a little unwell. Please send me out first. The blessing ceremony will begin soon." Zhang Qingjiu took a deep breath and relied on his sister's strength to prevent himself from falling.
However--
"Chacha?" Zhang Qingjiu looked confused as he saw the person who suddenly pushed him away and fell to the ground.
Zhang Qingcha stood condescendingly, looking at Zhang Qingjiu, who was wearing a bright red blessing attire, with a flash of jealousy in his eyes.
The person in front of me, with ink on her temples and eyebrows, is as bright as spring flowers and as bright as the autumn moon. What a hibiscus!
With a bright smile on his lips, Zhang Qingcha slowly stepped forward, "Sister, are you feeling dizzy?"
"Chacha?" This time, the voice sounded a little confused.
"Tsk, my good sister, you are like this, you still want to pray for the royal family? You still want to marry the eighth brother?" The woman smiled lowly, raised her foot and stepped on Zhang Qingjiu's fingers that were about to struggle, "Dream!"
"It's you?!" Zhang Qingjiu suddenly raised his head, with a flash of disbelief in his eyes, "You drugged me?"
"That's right." Zhang Qingcha sighed, lifting up a strand of hair that fell between his forehead, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes.
"Why?" Zhang Qingjiu's heart suddenly felt cold, and his fingers seemed to be broken, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.
This is the sister she has cared for since she was a child. Although she is not a sibling, she has never had any selfish intentions.
"Why?" Zhang Qingcha chuckled as if he heard some funny joke, "Because I want you to die."
Zhang Qingjiu's first reaction when he heard about the death was not fear, but worry that his beloved man would not be able to complete the task assigned by His Majesty, "All the civil and military officials are here today. If the prayer cannot be completed, His Highness the Eighth Prince... ah!"
"Stop making me sick, Zhang Qingjiu!" Crushing those white fingers hard, Zhang Qingcha no longer wanted to hide the viciousness in his eyes, and leaned into Zhang Qingjiu's ear and said: "Do you think you are
Who? Do you think this blessing ceremony must be done by you? To tell you the truth, Brother Eight specially ordered me to do this."
"How is that possible?" Zhang Qingjiu was stunned and even forgot to struggle.
"Do you think he likes you? What a joke!" With a sneer, Zhang Qingcha said scornfully, "You don't see what you are like, are you worthy of him? You're not still dreaming about the marriage you were given back then, are you?"
"Could it be that it was also a game?" Suddenly, everything seemed to be clear, "But he clearly...clearly saved me!"
If he hadn't saved her, how could she have the courage to ask for marriage in public?
"Save you?" A strange look flashed in Zhang Qingcha's eyes, "So what? Save your life and win the praise of hundreds of officials. This deal is not too bad."
"If he didn't like it, why would he give me the hairpin?" Zhang Qingjiu still couldn't believe it.
"Oh, you're talking about this?" Zhang Qingcha sneered, swept her bun, and stretched out his hand to pull it out, "This is just a bet between Brother Eight and others, saying that he can let all the ladies accept this thing he picked up from nowhere.
Where are the tattered things, you don’t think they are some love tokens, do you? Hahaha... Thank you very much, let Brother Eight win."
Seeing Zhang Qingjiu's look as if he had been struck by lightning, a flash of joyful madness flashed in Zhang Qingcha's eyes. He threw the hairpin in his hand, pulled open the unique blessing attire, and clapped his hands with a sneer.
"My good sister, this medicine is not just as simple as making you drowsy. My sister will help you complete this grand party. Just enjoy this last carnival."
The men who were standing nearby looking at the excitement looked at each other, and walked towards Zhang Qingjiu step by step with a grin, "The little beauty is quite a love-struck person, so let the brothers take care of you..."
Zhang Qingjiu was suddenly startled. It turned out that what they wanted was not just his own life, but what they wanted was for her to lose her dignity like this?
"Go away -" Looking at the men approaching him, Zhang Qingjiu frowned fiercely, but when his words came to his lips, they turned into silent whispers.
I never thought that my heart would hurt like this.
Like blood flowing backwards, sharp cones piercing the bones.
So, what does her hard study and practice this year count for?
So, what does her ten years of adoration mean?
In the end, all we can get in exchange is betrayal and a joke?
My heart felt cold, but my body became inexplicably hot.
Zhang Qingjiu took a deep breath. She would rather die than let them see the joke in vain without dignity.
Picking up the discarded hairpin on the ground and swiping it hard into his palm, Zhang Qingjiu flashed a sneer in his desperate eyes and stretched out his hand to form a seal.
"I, Zhang Qingjiu, am willing to sacrifice my soul so that I will never be reincarnated again and again, but I only want one person to avenge this blood feud!"
In an instant, Yunxia Mountain, which was originally sunny and sunny, became violently windy and covered with dark clouds.
A mutilated soul that had been floating in the Chinese mainland for hundreds of years came to this world through Zhang Qingjiu's suicide sacrifice.
"A woman should be born free and completely independent, instead of living as a vassal of men. Do you really want to give up your soul for this?"
This voice was natural and wanton, as if it had the power to step through the sky fearlessly.
Zhang Qingjiu closed his eyes and nodded heavily.
"Then what do you want me to do for you?"
"Let me live with dignity and help me avenge my hatred. I want them to be despised by the world and die in pain in despair." Zhang Qingjiu stared at the soul summoned by him, feeling unwilling and happy.
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"I promise you that from now on, my sake will be your Zhang Qingjiu. I will avenge you and live with dignity on your behalf."
With the end of these words, the desperate soul completely disappeared between heaven and earth.
At the same time, another soul entered Zhang Qingjiu's body.
"If you don't want to die, get out!" As the closed eyes opened again, a cold voice sounded in the room, as if from another world, cold to the bone.