The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Chapter 166. 166. In the cage, the old clothes turn to ashes in three days
Zuo Qingci didn't show any faux pas.

Even if she was pampered since she was a child.

But now sitting in this rather simple residence for her, she didn't show any contempt when she picked up the tea that Pei Xihe poured.

She took a sip of her tea, and then spoke softly.

"I want to apologize to you first."

"It was also when Chang Feng went back to Lu's house to ask the ancestor for the Snow Owl Heavenly Soul, that I realized that there is a woman he likes, and that is you."

"I'm his mother. After learning about this, I know his temperament. It's okay if I don't pay attention to it. Once I pay attention to it, it really enters my heart."

"I still can't hold back. I know it's rude to come to you at this time, but I'm still here."

"I must apologize to you for that."

Pei Xihe didn't expect her to say that in the first sentence.

There was a slight sparkle in her eyes.

She kept a decent smile.

"Ma'am, you've hurt me too much, and Xihe has absolutely no intention of blaming you."

There was a slight smile on the corner of Zuo Qingci's lips.

She has the decency and bearing cultivated by the aristocratic family.

"I'm really curious about what kind of woman Chang Feng will fall in love with."

Because of her, he will ask the ancestor for the Snowy Owl Sky Soul, and he will be considerate for her.

Pei Xihe said she was not surprised, who would believe it?

It was only here that Lu Changfeng showed his heart, and when he walked forward, the mistress of the Lu family had already arrived here.

How could one not doubt Zuo Qingci's motives.

But Zuo Qingci was not as picky and malicious as most imagined.

She was sitting on the wooden chair, and the maid behind her bowed her head respectfully.

Zuo Qingci picked up a cup of thick tea that was completely unpalatable to her, and she was still able to sip it lightly.

Pei Xihe had never seen such a woman before.

There is a kind of aura born from her background, which makes her superior to everyone around her.

There is a sense of perfection.

She was looking at Pei Xihe.

He was generous, and didn't mind Pei Xihe's slight embarrassment at the moment.

Looking at her flawless face, Zuo Qingci secretly sighed in his heart.

In fact, she knew that her father, Feng, was not a person who valued appearance at all.

But this face is really perfect and beautiful.

Even though she has seen countless people and met many aristocratic daughters, none of them can surpass her.

She is only 16 years old. If she is allowed to grow up for a few more years, she will remain youthful forever when she breaks through the golden pill or takes the Zhuyan pill.

I don't know what kind of peerless style it is.

She sighed inwardly.

Seeing that although Pei Xihe was covering up well at the moment, she inevitably felt a little uneasy in her heart.

Zuo Qingci smiled lightly and said.

"You don't need to be nervous. I came here this time because I didn't suppress the curiosity in my heart, and there is no other meaning."

"Don't worry that I will make things difficult for you, but whatever Chang Feng's choice, whether it is me or the Lu family, respect him."

This is also the attitude of the ancestors.

Since Lu Changfeng has the aptitude of a fairy embryo and is likely to embark on an invincible path, then he cannot be swayed by them.

They all respect his choice.

Pei Xihe's eyes were drooping, with a bit of dim light flickering, not very clear.

she opened her mouth.

"The Lu family really doesn't care about my background and talent?"

She raised her head and looked at Zuo Qingci, both of them could clearly see the emotional fluctuations in each other's eyes.

Zuo Qingci was watched by her, but she didn't feel alarmed at all.

She is the perfect mistress of the aristocratic family, the patriarch of the Lu clan is awe-inspiring to the whole clan, and she is in charge of the affairs of the clan, big and small.

Although Zuo Qingci is a golden core, her vision and demeanor are by no means inferior to those real big monks.

She nodded slightly.

"I can see you're a very bright boy, so I'll tell you the truth."

"The Lu family and the Jiang family are the ones with the deepest heritage among the four great families in Kunlun."

"The Chen family is pedantic, and the Li family is arrogant and superficial. We don't think much of them."

She has confidence and poise in her eyes.

"The Lu family doesn't need to use Chang Feng's marriage as any bargaining chip."

"He is the once-in-a-thousand-year fairy embryo of our Lu family. He resonates with the god Gushe Tianci sword in the family. He is expected to achieve immortality. We will not interfere with him at all. His life path must be chosen by himself. walk on my own."

Pei Xihe's heart was full of turmoil.

She only knew that Lu Changfeng was extremely talented, but what was condensed was the eight-colored jade steps, which might be different from Jiang Mingzhu and Ming Linlang's nine-colored jade steps.

But now I realize that he has a way to be invincible by resonating with fetishes.

Her eyes seemed dim.

Zuo Qingci didn't mean to say these things to suppress Pei Xihe, it was just because she had seen that Pei Xihe was no ordinary woman.

Then she might as well explain everything clearly, so as to save more guesswork.

Zuo Qingci already knew that Pei Xihe was a top-notch talent, but the root of the three spirits.

She said softly.

"Actually, I didn't have any feelings for you at the beginning. Please forgive me for my one-sided understanding of you because of your origin."

"But now I feel that if you sit in my current position, in time, as the mistress of the Lu family, you will not be worse than me."

Zuo Qingci's eyes flickered softly, she always had such a decent and perfect appearance.

Pei Xihe also clearly felt that Zuo Qingci was similar to herself.

It is this exquisite feeling.

This is not a derogatory term.

Zuo Qingci is even better than her, and the word Linglong is no longer limited by the word Linglong.

The prominent family background did not bring arrogance, but turned into a deep-rooted bearing and foundation.

She is the perfect mistress of the family, even in the face of such a small person as her, she does not have her own identity.

Atmospheric, own mind.

Pei Xihe raised her lips reluctantly.

"Thank you madam for your compliment."

………………

After Zuo Qingci left, Pei Xihe suddenly felt that her heart became clearer.

She waved her hand to restart the formation, closed the doors and windows, and opened the closet.

Under several pieces of pure white student clothes, there was an old patched piece of clothing that was out of place.

It was small and made of sackcloth, and it was torn in a few places, and it seemed to be old.

She took it out and took hold of it.

Rough texture floods the senses.

Her thoughts froze for a moment.

Back then, Pei Xihe was lonely and only wanted to get rid of the fate of being sold as a child bride-in-law, and entered this road of cultivating immortality.

She came innocently, without bringing anything except this old four-year-old's clothes.

For so many years, she has never given up.

I don't even know why.

The Lu family is an extremely aristocratic family, and Lu Changfeng is also a rare good marriage.

But after Zuo Qingci left, she finally understood what the Lu family meant to her.

It's a cage.

If she really became a Taoist couple with Lu Changfeng and married into the Lu family, in time, she would become the mistress of the Lu family.

Status, nobility, wealth and power seemed to be in her hands, and she didn't need to risk her life for chance and future.

With her mind, she may not be worse than Zuo Qingci.

With the precipitation of time, she can become the second Zuo Qingci, even surpassing her.

But is this what Pei Xihe wants?

She hugged the old clothes and sat on the chair, just sluggishly.

Sitting here.

Time passed by little by little, and the change of light and darkness outside the window due to the rising and setting of the sun did not cause her any disturbance.

One day.

two days.

Three days.

Pei Xihe's eyelashes, which hadn't moved for three days, trembled.

She moved slightly.

There will be no problem even if the foundation building method sits for more than ten days.

She tilted her head.

There was finally a wave on his face.

She exhaled lightly, curling the corner of her lower lip.

A cluster of clear soul flames emerged from the fingertips and spread over the old clothes.

Its scorching temperature is far beyond what this mortal sackcloth can resist.

In just a short breath, it turned into black ash.

Pei Xihe stood up, still spilling the handful of ashes on her body.

She finally made her choice.

She doesn't want to.

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　　— For details on old clothes, see Chapter [-]
　　
　
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