After Escaping to Death, the Powerful Minister Went Crazy

Copywriting: The gentle black lotus heroine x the emotionally stable and gentle hero Li Yingtang has become a vicious female supporting character in Machiavellian novels, doomed to end miserably. She didn't panic, she just closed the script of fate gently, with a gentle smile in her eyes. Since God wanted her to be a stepping stone, she would personally choose someone to rewrite this ending. On the night of the first snow, she walked through the long street wearing a white fox fur. Her steps were gentle, but she stopped in front of a young man. His clothes were shabby, and when he looked up at her, there was no begging in his eyes, only a clean blackness, like unsmeared white paper. "Is it cold?" She took off her fur coat and gently put it on his shoulders. Her voice was as gentle as the spring water blowing through the willows. "Come back with me." The young man was stunned, looked at her warm eyebrows, and replied in a low voice: "... My name is Xie Qingyue." A name that has never appeared in the thousands of words in the original book. Her smile deepened, it was him. The first lesson she taught him was to make choices. "If you want to protect something, you must first learn to let it go." She made tea smoothly and pushed the tea cup in front of him. "But some things, once you put them down, you can never pick them up again." Xie Qingyue looked at the tea leaves floating in the cup, then raised his eyes to look at her gentle profile. The first account she taught him was about the warmth and warmth of people's hearts. "If King Ye has the same name, we will give him a clear name; if he is greedy for profit, we will make it easier for him." She pointed her fingertips at a certain place in the account book, her eyebrows curved, "When someone stands on a high place, it hurts the most if you pull out the ladder." She taught her to be patient, and he learned quickly. In just one year, he was able to play half a chess game for her. But the young man looked at her with mixed emotions. "Miss." One rainy evening, he stood on the porch and watched her pruning the flower branches, "If I am more useful than King Ye, will you always need me?" The scissors closed lightly, and a broken plum blossom fell to the ground. She raised her eyes, with the warm smile still in her eyes: "Qingyue, you are the person I chose to break the situation, and you are the life I planted in this dead situation." She paused and her voice became softer, "But I prefer that you live your life as your own chess player, not anyone else's pawn." He was silent for a long time, and then slowly opened a very faint smile: "I understand." She had calculated everything. , Counting Ye Wang's counterattack, counting the time to escape, and counting how big the fire must be, the name "Li Yingtang" can be completely disappeared. She even calculated that he would be hurt, angry, and seek justice for her. But she didn't expect how terrifying the young man she had trained would grow into in ten years. Unexpectedly, the reunion would come so unexpectedly. In March in the south of the Yangtze River, it is misty and rainy. At the silk tasting banquet hosted by Chu Tang, who became the daughter of a merchant, she was chatting warmly with several shopkeepers when a clear voice suddenly came from behind her: "The dyeing method of this Tianshuibi uses the cold spring of Xishan Mountain?" She paused slightly with her fingertips and turned around slowly. Outside the bead curtain stands a green bamboo figure, tall and straight. Ten years of time have washed away the youthful youth, adding a chilling and bookish air. But when those eyes looked over, they contained tenderness, grievance and joy. The moment their eyes met, the sounds around them were all inaudible. She planned everything and was thorough, thinking that she was safely hidden in the market. But at this moment, fate gave him a slight push and crashed into his eyes again. Xie Qingyue walked through the crowd and stopped three steps away from her. This distance was neither far nor close. "I'm sorry." He said, his voice was low and gentle, with barely noticeable excitement, "It's just that Madam's demeanor just now looked very much like an old friend of mine." She nodded slightly and smiled gently and appropriately: "There are many similar people in the world. You may miss me too much." "Maybe." He smiled softly and tentatively said, "But my old friend once told me..." He took a step forward and spoke softly so that only two people could hear: "She said that the best disguise is not to put on a mask, but to make yourself believe in the illusion." The drizzle outside the window penetrated obliquely, making the carved window lattice wet. She was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said: "Qingyue, you're fine." Purpose: Love your own heroine