The cliff was filled with snow and fog, and her broken heart was hit by the strong wind and she was unconscious. The scenes of her past and present lives were played in her mind like a tidal wave. In her coma, she seemed to feel someone holding her arms and falling against the wind to a cliff in the middle of the cliff.

On the bed, a cold fragrance of Konoha emanated from the man's body and poured into her nasal cavity. Her eyebrows trembled and she tried to open a slit in her eyes. She could only vaguely see a hazy purple mass, and there was spiritual power in her heart.

The fluctuations were very comfortable, like hot springs flowing smoothly, and the pain all over her body was relieved a lot. The broken spiritual core was turning and heating up. She tried her best to see the man's face clearly, but the fragrance of Konoha was wafted from his body, which made her curiously want to

She fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Changrong gasped for breath and touched his wrist. There was a hint of familiarity in the warmth, which was far away but also very close. This was the instinctive perception in her subconscious mind. She tried her best to speak: "Who are you." The voice was as thin as a gossamer.

It's as if you don't smell it.

She thought the man didn't hear her, so he gently wiped the blood on her hand with his sleeve and said calmly: "Axi, we will meet soon."

She spat out a mouthful of blood and frowned. This man knew the name of her previous life, and a large amount of spiritual power surged in her heart. Just when she was about to open her eyes and saw his face, her vision suddenly went dark, and then her body felt like it was being beaten into infinity.

bottom abyss.

When she woke up again, the world was spinning. A memory that did not belong to her forcibly occupied her mind. It felt like a big explosion in her mind.

"Princess, you're awake." A girl in yellow broke into her sight.

Everything in front of her became clear in an instant. She touched the position of her heart cavity and felt that her complete spiritual core was running and the sea of ​​​​qi was swelling with heat.

It was very calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Jiu'er, you scared your mother to death." The beautiful woman in white cried so hard that she hugged her into her arms. The fragrance of orchid penetrated her heart and spleen. She finally understood that this was another rebirth. The original owner Jiulifeng Emperor

The fourth princess, Feng Jiuxi, was fourteen years old. Unfortunately, she was born stupid and was often bullied in the palace. Her last memory stayed in the imperial garden when she was pushed into the palace by Yanfei Lu Yanshun. The surnamed Lu was really an enemy of her.

"Mom, Jiu'er is fine. I want to see how she looks." She was almost suffocated by Ruan Yimei.

Ruan Shuyi stopped sobbing, her beautiful eyes rested wetly on Feng Jiuxi's face, and she said softly: "Jiu'er, you're not stupid anymore."

This beautiful mother's pitiful look was very pitiful. She smiled and shook her head: "Mother, Jiu'er is no longer stupid."

Ruan Shuyi's soft eyes were gleaming, and she told Yu Nie: "Quickly, bring the mirror."

The little girl is like a sparrow, coming and going as she goes.

In the bronze mirror, the original owner has hair like flowing satin, a fair and delicate face, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes with clear waves, long and beautiful eyebrows, a straight nose, pink and soft lips, and enchanting eyes.

Her beauty was definitely at the level of disaster, and Feng Changrong was very satisfied.

She got up and looked around the surroundings. The room was simple and shabby, with a shabby smell everywhere. There was a guqin beside the window sill and a purple-blue crystal lotus stove on the stage, which attracted her attention. It was so different from this small room.

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Ruan Shuyi was a happy girl in the palace. Her status was low, and the original owner was stupid. There was no shortage of beauties in the palace, so she was naturally not taken seriously.

After a few days, she quickly adapted to her current identity.

Asking the maid Yu Nie about King Mu, she laughed at herself in her heart. Her father and brother were so loyal but they ended up being rebellious officials and traitors. She, the great uncle of the emperor, was really cruel.

A trace of anger slowly rose in her eyes. She looked at the charming face in the mirror and raised her beautiful eyebrows. She must live up to her troubled beauty in this life.

"Yu Nie, the sky is fine today. Please accompany me for a walk in the Imperial Garden."

The two came to the Imperial Garden. It was late winter and the flowers were withered. There was only a piece of cinnabar red plum blossom in the snow. It was in full bloom. Under the clear blue sky, it reflected the snow. It was so beautiful that it looked pure and dreamy.

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The breeze was blowing on her temples, and the fragrance of snow plums was cool and refreshing. She smiled and narrowed her eyes slightly. They were even more beautiful than the bloody plums in the garden. Yu Nie took a breath and was a little frightened.

Not far away, flower branches were swaying, snow was falling, and a corner of a light green robe was exposed in the forest. She and Yu Nie stepped on the thin snow and strolled past. The sparse forest was blooming, and a young man in green robe was folding plum blossoms in his hair.

A few snowdrops fell, and the side was steep. He glanced at Feng Jiuxi from the corner of his eye, and was a little surprised, "Jiuxi."

Feng Jiuxi, a young man in green robe, recognized him from his previous life.

Yu Nie Fu saluted: "Fourth Prince."

The fourth prince, Feng Mujing, is the eldest son of Concubine Jing, who is seventeen years old.

Feng Jiuxi came to know him well, and went up to say hello: "Brother Four Emperors, what a coincidence, you are also here to enjoy the red plums."

Feng Mujing's eyes changed, staring at her shrewd eyes, she was slightly stunned and said: "I heard that Jiuxi accidentally fell into the ice lake and regained consciousness. She did not go to visit with Qinglan earlier. I met Jiuxi today by chance.

His eyes are clear and his aura is elegant, making him look completely different from the past."

Feng Jiuxi complained in her heart that she was not the same person in the first place. On the surface, the fourth prince looked weak, but he had never looked at him with such sharp eyes during the few times they met in his previous life.

She glanced at the red plum in his arms and said casually: "Brother Four Emperors, these flowers are picked for Sister Qinglan."

Qinglan...sister??? Feng Mujing lost her mind for a moment. Could it be that when a person's mind recovers, his personality will also change?

He raised the corners of his lips slightly and said in a clear voice: "Qinglan likes these red plums very much."

Speaking of this, an arrogant male voice came closer and closer: "Feng Mujing, you are a coward. You have been following Feng Qinglan's skirt all day long. You have no business. No wonder your mother and concubine are favored, but your father doesn't take it seriously."

Look at you, you loser."

Feng Jiuxi saw that although his face was expressionless, his left hand was clenched and turned blue.

The person who came had his hands crossed, was wearing a bright brocade robe, and had a fleshy face with an expression that he wanted to be beaten. He was Concubine Yan's son.

He hummed and glanced at Feng Jiuxi, "The little fool is here too."

Feng Mujing had a sullen face, buried her head and left.

Feng Jue's figure was extremely fast, and he blocked Feng Mujing's way.

Feng Jiuxi's eyes flashed. To her, a fellow practitioner of Xuan Ling, she could tell that Feng Jue's step just now used Xuanji Xiaocheng Xuanli.

"Talking about you." He pushed Feng Mujing's shoulder vigorously, and said sarcastically: "How can someone like you exist in Jiuli? You can't even practice basic profound energy in seventeen years, and you still have the nerve to do it.

If you were wandering around in front of others, I would have found a place where no one was around and died."

Feng Mujing kept her eyes lowered and held the flower tighter.

Feng Jiuxi went over, pulled him and left.

"You little fool, you have nothing to do here, so get out of here."

Feng Jiuxi's expression was calm, and she could not bear to look at his face that wanted to be beaten, but said politely: "Brother Sixth Emperor, please get out of the way."

"I'm tired of living." Feng Jue stared at Xiao Cheng and punched him seven times.

The next second, Feng Jiuxi's petite palm actually wrapped around his fist and twisted him to the ground.

The air suddenly became very quiet. Feng Jue got up from the ground. Where did she get her strength? It seemed that she was no longer stupid.

She had always been the one to bully Feng Jiuxi, but he couldn't bear this tone. He stretched his muscles and threatened, "You little silly girl, I think you deserve a beating."

Feng Jiuxi's expression was cold: "Then give it a try."
Chapter completed!