The wooden corridor, as people walk by, emits a crisp and pleasant "thud" sound, mixed with the flowing water, like music.

  Zhang Qi stopped in her tracks.

  Slowly, the person behind her walked to her side, it was Xiao Mo.

  Xiao Mo stared at her fixedly.

  His gaze was sharp, as if he wanted to see her clearly and thoroughly.

  Zhang Qi lowered her head and accompanied a smile. She asked in a low voice, "Xiao Lang, did the Prince of Guangling say anything?"

  Xiao Mo smiled and said, "What do you think he meant?"

  The words were unkind, and Zhang Guis head hung even lower, and she fell silent.

  The sound of wooden clogs faded away. Zhang Qi raised her head and watched as Xiao Mo gradually walked further and further away, then paused for a moment before following after him.

  Before long, the two of them arrived at the riverbank. At this time, there were still five or six young men sitting on the grassy riverbank covered with white silk, drinking and discussing poetry.

  They saw Xiao Mo arrive and laughed as they pulled him over.

  Until no one noticed, Zhang Gui quietly walked out. She didnt go to crowded places, but came to where the carriages were parked, climbed onto the vehicle she had ridden in, and lay down on it with her eyes closed.

  She should open her eyes and look around.

  She is different from other girls, she rarely goes out, this beautiful spring scenery is so beautiful to her.

  Propping her head up with one hand, she gazed out at the outside through the car curtains, and Zhang Qi seemed a bit distracted.

  If those memories were real, why would she reincarnate? Wouldnt it be better to just die like that? Clean and simple, no more struggling, no more nightmares, no more exhausting calculations...

  She lowered her eyelids.

  Just then, footsteps were heard approaching.

  Zhang Gui turned his head to look, and saw two men in black clothes supporting a young man wearing the same black uniform. The young man was tall, handsome, and wore a thick veil on his hat. Who else could it be but the Prince of Guangling?

  Thats it, that is his carriage.

  At this moment, the powerful Prince Guangling felt a gaze, he turned his head and saw a pair of shining eyes. The owner of those eyes was frightened when he looked over and quickly pulled down the carriage curtain.

  Did he really get scared?

  The King of Guangling smiled and took a step back, slowly walking towards Zhang Qi.

  Zhang Qi pulled the curtain tightly, shrinking into the corner and blinking her eyes. Just as she didnt dare to breathe a word, "ding ding" two sounds, the carriage door was knocked, a clear and pleasant voice with a few playful tones came, "Open the curtain!"

  Zhang Qi bit her lip, and her eyes rolled around. Just as she was thinking about how to respond, a cold light flashed in front of her, and the car curtain split into two!

  The Prince of Guangling slowly sheathed his long sword and raised his eyes to meet Zhang Qis, who was staring at him in a daze.

  It wasnt until a while later that Zhang Qi let out a low cry, and in an instant, she covered her mouth with her hand and bent down to peek under the carriage.

  She ignored him, and King of Guangling asked: "What are you looking for?"

  Zhang Qi hastily and flusteredly searched for the carriage step, and after jumping down in a flurry, she finally looked up at Prince Guangling.

  The King of Guangling was still staring at her.

  Zhang Qi sighed and said with a bitter face: "This carriage belongs to my sister. Later when she comes back and sees the broken curtain, she will definitely not let me off. Id better leave early before she finds out."

  She asked in a soft and gentle tone: "Your Highness, arent you leaving?"

  This was urged! Behind the curtain, King Guangling smiled slightly.

  "He slowly said: This place is quite good."

  Whats good about this place? Whats so great about this dump?

  Jian Zhangs eyes were wide open, staring at herself with rolling eyeballs. At this moment, where was her previous composure?

  The King of Guangling smiled again.

  "Zhang Shi A Qi."

  Zhang Qi nodded and looked up at him.

  The Prince of Guangling smoothed out her disheveled hair on her forehead, and when Zhang Gui was stiffened with fear, he spoke up, "That person named Xiao Mo said you are his now. Your eyebrows are tight and your waist is straight, clearly still a virgin." Zhang Guis face flushed bright red, while the Prince of Guangling continued to say: "This person deceived me before, and now wants to intimidate me again. Zhang Shi Ah Gui, what do you think I should do?"

  Zhang Qis eyes widened.

  She looked foolishly at Prince Guangling. What could he do? Hadnt she made it clear enough? She wanted a life of mutual affection, and was unwilling to choose either of the two. Why did neither Xiao Mo nor he pay any attention to her?

  At this time, she had completely forgotten that, no, these two people were both proud, but what was her status? Just a private-born daughter who was used to being raised as a "concubine" by various families, what qualifications did she have to have any wishes? The same words, if they were said by a princess or the eldest daughter of the Zhang family, might still make men think twice.

  She stared blankly at the King of Guangling, and under the canopy above, his blurry yet stunningly handsome face made people look up to him in admiration. Zhang Xi stuttered: "I... Im not that beautiful."

  Even if she is a stunning beauty, it seems that she is not beautiful enough for King Guangling to fight over her!

  Really no!

  Having understood her meaning, the two men in black clothes standing not far away simultaneously curled their lips into a smile, and if they hadnt been holding back, they would have burst out laughing.

  The King of Guangling also smiled.

  He leaned in slightly, his face close to Zhang Qis, and the soft breath on her face made her stiffen like iron for a moment. His low, husky voice came next, "Not bad, youre not beautiful enough to make me fight over you... but I like your eyes, theyre very clean." Looking at him was very refreshing, this was unique among young girls.

  As he grew older, the voices urging him to take a wife and concubines grew louder. It seemed that anyone wanted to stuff his courtyard with women, and he was truly fed up with pushing them away. The most hateful thing was that as soon as he lost his temper with those flower-crazed people, rumors about his fondness for men would spread all over the streets.

  He also needs a woman by his side now.

  Besides, he didnt like Xiao Mos attitude, teasing him and deceiving him, did he really think he was easy to bully?

  Zhang Qi now fully understood his meaning.

  She turned pale and wanted to say something, but her tongue was tied.

  The Prince of Guangling stood upright, his eyes cast down, his slender fingers stroking the cold sword blade as he said nonchalantly, "For these two years, you dont need to be so afraid."

  It wasnt until a while later that Zhang Qi understood what he meant.

  He said hes still young and wont move her now, will he?

  It turned out that what he said to her was not a joke at all!

  Zhang Qis face turned white as paper in an instant!

  She glared at him, wanting to say something, her lips moved, but she couldnt get any words out. After who knows how long, Zhang Qi, who was getting anxious and had sweat seeping from the back of his heart, suddenly opened his mouth and let out a loud wail.

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  I saw someone in the book review section say that this book has no breakthrough at present.

  Well, in terms of framework, there is no breakthrough at present. I already understood this when I chose rebirth as the theme. Hehe.

  I think that as long as its a rebirth story, there will inevitably be similarities in the framework. For example, if its not because of a trashy husband, then its because of a trashy family member that youre reborn (the people who have the most impact on you, and can even decide your fate, are either your spouse or relatives). After being reborn, you must live better than before (but whats the point of living better if youre just going to be reborn?). After being reborn, you need to take things one step at a time, carefully changing your life (even though you already know some things will happen, its still careless, and readers might not even want to keep reading).

  Looking at the many reborn works now, the similarity of this framework has reached the point of repetition. To give everyone a completely different taste, it is necessary not to write rebirth articles.

  Everyones unforgettable, gave you a different feeling of Mei Gongqing, its because before that, I wrote all the traversal texts, and Mei is the first rebirth text. The subject matter is different, the framework is different, and the taste is naturally different.

  Now, the website is filled with reborn articles everywhere, why do I need to stand out? By the way, I am the most obedient and follow the trend. Haha.

  As for the male lead and second male lead being handsome, theres nothing I can do about it, its just my hobby. If the male lead and second male lead arent handsome or have ordinary looks, I wouldnt want to write anymore, or even if I did struggle on, a handsome guy would still end up replacing them. Like Ya in "Jade Dynasty" and Zeng Xiu in "The Wind Blows Through Changan", originally, they were written as the second male lead, but as I wrote, they became extras.

  As for the heroines appearance, objectively speaking, this is the most beautiful heroine after Yuè Jī, Yù Shì, Mèi and Fēng Liús three ordinary heroines. Ive always liked writing about beauties, everyone knows that. This time, I want to put a beauty in a real historical framework and see what kind of trouble she can stir up (when I write, its like reading someone elses story, Im always a bit excited to see what will happen next).

  Ive always found it quite strange, did everyone really expect me to write something with a completely different flavor?

  Sometimes I myself have some expectations, thinking that if one day the internet is no longer popular with housewives and farming games, Ill abandon historical novels to write fantasy. Ah, I yearn for that kind of "treading on green mountains without aging" carefree feeling. I think I can definitely write a kind of ethereal and empty fantasy thats completely different from historical novels. Historical novels are too heavy, writing them makes even me less lively than before.