Is the Scum Worthy of Whitewashing?

Wei Xuan was suffering from a strange disease, and the imperial doctor was helpless. By accident, the witch doctor who did not know where she came from blamed the disaster on her head, claiming that she had to use her pair of heterochromatic eyes as medicine to cure Wei Xuan's disease.

So Zhao Rui didn't hesitate, and came to her bedroom. In order to be safe, he held a knife and cut out her eyes.

However, Wei Xuan did not take this medicine in the end. She was disgusted and refused to take it after death. Later, another opportunity fell on her, she was cured, and everything finally returned to calm.

It's just her eyes, but they don't know where they were discarded, and they can't come back again.

After being plucked out of her eyes, she had a high fever for several days and nights, and she survived abruptly, but she never saw the slightest light again.

She suddenly remembered that when Zhao Rui first saw her, she praised her for having beautiful eyes, but now in retrospect, only cold irony remained.

Xu Jiang could clearly feel that in his body, a kind of sorrow to the extreme darkness was spreading, almost engulfing her.

In this desperate quagmire, cold and hard thorns gradually emerged, and sharp thorns were erected, and the desire for hatred and blood was constantly exuding.

She wants revenge.

This body started her plan like this. She secretly collected Zhao Rui's hobbies, figured out his tone, and made up his clothes for him like his biological mother, and won his favor and pity in the most quiet and compliant posture.

It took her ten years to get his favor. At a large dinner party, she took out the dagger hidden in her sleeve and stabbed him in the chest.

It is not that there is no other time to assassinate, but only in full view of her, her revenge is more meaningful.

She couldn't see his expression, but could hear his gasping, panic and disbelief, she felt that she had finally achieved her goal.

After stabbing him, he was complete without regrets.

Xu Jiang saw the dagger pierce her chest fiercely with a backhand. She had already kept the final book, denounced the injustice of the heavens, the emperor was faint, and the only long-cherished wish was revenge and hatred.

The light in front of her eyes flickered, Xu Jiang felt the breath of life, bit by bit lost in her body, and she seemed to slowly drift into the void.

Then, he returned to the initial darkness.

Is it a dream? Is it magic? But when the eyes were gouged out, there was an unforgettable pain. Even though the scene before him had long since disappeared, the resentment in his heart still could not be dissipated.

Xu Jiang felt that there was some confusion in her mind, and now she was in darkness again, she could only choose the place where the light was shining.

Outside the dream, it was dawn, and the person on the bed trembled and opened his eyes suddenly.

Xu Jiang woke up.

She rubbed her eyebrows, sat up slowly, and lifted the pillow. The napkin that had been on her was long gone.

"My lord, my lord is awake."

The palace man quickly reported to Xu Du.

"Widow knows, go down." Xu Du nodded lightly.

He could still speak, indicating that Xu Jiang's dream last night began at a certain time in the future, and there is still a period of time before now.

He got up and went to Muyue Palace, and saw Xu Jiangzheng sitting by the window in a daze, uncharacteristically.

Xu Du coughed softly.

Xu Jiang turned his head and said, "Father--?"

She quickly got up, but Xu Du motioned to her not to move, and sat down on the other side of the small couch by the window.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Xu Jiang was startled slightly, and shook his head slightly: "Last night...I had a dream, which was quite strange. It must be the effect of the treasure bestowed by the father."

After that, it seemed that I suddenly remembered something, a little uneasy, and then said: "It's just that the child minister woke up this morning, but Fang Baopa disappeared. After looking for it for a long time, I haven't seen it. I hope my father will forgive me."

"It's okay." Xu Du didn't care, as if he expected it.

When is the function given by the K system not one-off? He had expected it.

"What dream did Ajaan have? You have always been calm and safe, and you rarely have such a moment of trance." Xu Du asked.

Although he had read the contents of the world blueprint for a long time, for some unknown reason, the contents of the blueprint were scribbled and concise. Perhaps Xu Jiang could provide more information. Furthermore, she also needs to master the time when her dream starts.

Xu Jiang bowed his head and pondered for a moment before he said: "Erchen dreamed of the day that Jihuan..."

She is fifteen this year, that is to say, half a year is left before this time.

Xu Jiang talked for a long time. She was slow in speaking, and she explained everything in detail. Even though she tried her best to calm down the plot of the eye stabbing, her fingers still trembled uncontrollably, and her fists were clenched vigorously.

Xu Du listened to her quietly, without saying a word.

"Father, is the person in the dream really me?" Xu Jiang asked softly.

There was a slight panic in her tone. After all, with such a tragic ending, no one would hope that it would be their own future.

"Do you think so?" Xu Du did not directly answer her question.

Xu Jiang did not speak.

Xu Du sighed: "If you have to ask me, then I don't think it is. Now that you have seen the life of'her' and compare it, you will know that you have already embarked on a completely different path. No matter how your only light, you will no longer sink into his trap... If your future changes step by step, do you think you are still the same person? Or, are you "she" or not? Is there anything worth paying attention to?"

It doesn’t really matter who you are born for. What people sigh is usually just the ending.

Xu Jiang was lost in thought.

"You will have a different starting point." The warm sunlight slanted into the window lattice, and Xu Du smiled slightly, "Ajaan, in half a year you will be sixteen. At that time, the widow will give you a grand ceremony. ."

Xu Jiang was born in the middle of summer, the ninth day of June.

The ninth day of June this year is different from the past. It is Xu Jiang’s sixteenth birthday. According to Liang Guo's practice, it is necessary to give a gift.

Liang Guo's clothing is still black, and Xu Jiang today wears a dark black dress with a phoenix pattern woven on it, and a silk-red drape. The hair was combed according to the requirements of the crown ceremony, but no hair ornaments were added, because there is a hairpin grant link in the ceremony.

Xu Du sat on the throne and saw Xu Jiang approaching gracefully.

Since the last time she had a dream, she has matured a lot. If she was only a little girl who was rational and calm, now she exudes a tough and calm temperament from the inside out.

In the past six months, he also began to give some things to her, not only to hint to the courtiers, but also deliberately to hone her abilities.

She did a very good job. A while ago, there was a spring drought in the southern region. Xu Jiang was ordered to go to the disaster relief. The magistrate himself was greedy for food. Seeing that Xu Jiang was young, he wanted to buckle and fool, but Xu Jiang pinched it out. Seven inches, no mercy, hesitate to force each other with severe punishment. In the end, the case was tried, the homes of corrupt officials were copied, and all the food and money were distributed to the people.

This gained a certain amount of popular support, and also shocked the officials-all courtiers. This princess was resolute and resolute. It was exactly the same as the style of the king of Liang today. It is no wonder that he was so respected by the king.

After the inner supervisor read a long series of prayers, he arrived at the stage of giving hairpins.

Xu Du took the hairpin from the tray on the side and came to Xu Jiang.

"A few days ago, the widow dreamed that the mysterious bird descended from the sky, born with different-colored eyes, came with auspiciousness, and was born with auspiciousness. It can bless my great fortune and prosperity, and soar up. Therefore, this'black bird hairpin' was specially created by Yu Jiyan. The gift, granted to my son, hopes to live up to Liang Guohe, not to fall into the ambition of Qingyun——"

His voice was calm and powerful, without losing the majesty of the prince of a country, and the ministers who were invited to observe the ceremony stood on both sides, with an upright expression, not daring to disrespect.

Xu Jiang listened to his congratulations and his eyes fell on the hairpin in Xu Du's hand.

Headed by Xuanniao, one on the left and one on the right, the eyes are carved with corundum, which is exactly the same color as his own eyes. There was also a string of golden beads hanging from Xuanniao's mouth, no more than just twelve, corresponding to the twelve diadem of the crown.

Xu Jiang couldn't help warming his eyes with these high hopes and these expectations.

"Erchen will obey the father's order." She bent down slightly, lowered her head, and let Xu Du wear this hairpin to her.

Xu Jiang knelt down to give thanks, while Xu Du returned to the throne and issued the king's order.

"There are two things to tell the world."

"First, the queen Xu Jiang, who is sixteenth year old, and the 笄, according to Daliang's practice, should be given the title-"Xingping", which means "Xingguo", and pacifying the world."

The officials murmured and stared at each other in amazement.

A princess carried the title of home and country on her shoulders. What this means is self-evident.

The previous rebellious party in the clan who intended to assassinate Xu Jiang was almost wiped out, but the male ministers were still unavoidable in the face of such a young princess.

Xu Jiang's expression was calm, he ignored the expressions of his surrounding officials, and bowed deeply.

Xu Du smiled happily, and suddenly felt his throat tighten.

"Secondly, Xu Jiang, Princess Li Xingping, is the emperor and maiden, assisting the prison country..."

He wanted to say a few more words, but his voice gradually lowered uncontrollably until it was inaudible, and then he didn't continue.

Xu Jiang’s dream began with her gift of giving a gift, and now it’s finally time to pay the price.

The author has something to say: sorry, something went wrong with the network today, it was a little late...,