Under the crabapple tree, I fell in love at first sight.
A 13-year-old smart girl and a 16-year-old down-and-out prince. Under a tree full of flowers, fates overlap.
She stiffened nervously, but she saw a man in black clothes slowly emerging from the shadows under a crabapple tree not far ahead. His long hair reached to his waist and was not tied up. It was only tied loosely with a red hairband, and a few strands of black hair were still hanging in front of his forehead.
"Me? I'm just an invisible person in this palace that no one pays attention to or cares about." A slight smile appeared on the corner of his lips. Although it was only for a moment, Qi Ran still noticed it. She had never seen a man with such a beautiful smile, even if he just slightly raised the corners of his mouth like that.
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He didn't answer, but looked a little depressed. She shut up and followed him with her head down. It wasn't until he sent her outside the palace, and she was about to go in, that he said lightly behind his back, "He Lianchi."
"Huh?" "Huh!" She turned around and smiled, turned around and ran into the hall lightly.
If one day she is in trouble and her family is destroyed, there is nothing he can do.
"The sycophant Qi Peiyan formed a clique for personal gain and communicated with foreign countries. His crime is unpardonable! His property will be confiscated and his whole family will be imprisoned. He will be executed in three days!"
The family of Prime Minister Qi, who was originally the most prominent family in the entire Western Han Dynasty, no longer existed, leaving only these 114 death row prisoners on the execution ground.
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"You can't save it, right? Haha, then get out! Get away! I want to watch them being executed. Sooner or later I will pay for the blood they shed with the blood of these people. I must avenge this."
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She remembered, remembered everything today, the expressionless face of the executioner, the ruthless instructions of the executioner, and the blood on the ground, she would never forget it. …
Destiny ebbs and flows, and under the crabapple tree, the story will always come to an end.