Song Xixi thought for a moment and deleted the word "like", then typed a sentence and sent it to him - [Why do you want to give me this gift?]

Shen Qingci quickly replied to the message - [I think it suits you very well, so I gave it to you. I hope you like it.]

Song Xixi: [Where did you buy this magnolia hairpin?]

Shen Qingci: [Three months ago, at a charity auction dinner. It was said to be the favorite magnolia hairpin of Empress Xiaoxian of the Dashun Dynasty. I thought it looked good, so I took a photo of it.]

Three months ago, Shen Qingci was invited to attend a certain charity dinner. He received a call midway and was about to leave when the third auction item - a magnolia hairpin - was displayed on the stage.

Shen Qingci inadvertently raised his eyes and glanced at the magnolia hairpin. His heart was shocked and he could no longer move. Even when Lu Yifeng next to him called him, he didn't notice at all.

The white jade hairpin under the light is bright and clear, with a few hints of milky white in the jade color, and is uniquely made to look like a magnolia flower.

Under the bright light, it lay there quietly, not overbearingly gorgeous, simple yet elegant and elegant.

It looks so familiar.

It's a familiarity engraved in his bones.

Shen Qingci quickly remembered that this magnolia hairpin had appeared in his dreams several times.

In a trance, he returned to that absurd yet real dream. "Shen Qingci" inserted the magnolia hairpin into Xi'er's cloud-like temples, and said softly with tenderness in his eyes: "Xi'er, from now on, three thousand

Can you hold the black hair for me alone?"

"The years are bright with peaches and plums, and hairpins are worn to match a gentleman. This magnolia hairpin was the favorite of Empress Xiaoxian of the Dashun Dynasty during her lifetime..." The host explained the origin of this magnolia hairpin to everyone in a eloquent manner.

Finally, with others looking "crazy" in their eyes, Shen Qingci paid a sky-high price of seven figures to take a photo of the magnolia hairpin.

Shen Qingci: [By the way, I heard that the maiden name of Queen Xiaoxian of the Dashun Dynasty is the same as yours, and she is also called Song Xixi. I was thinking at the time, could this be fate that has been predestined for a long time?

, so I give you the magnolia hairpin today, which can be regarded as returning the jade to Zhao.]

Song Xixi repeatedly looked at the message sent by Shen Qingci, especially the words "Return to Zhao", which made her heart beat like thunder, and there was a possibility that it would be broken out at any time and at any time.

Shen Qingci's voice came from a distant place, empty and ethereal... "Xi'er, from now on, can you hold three thousand black hairs for me alone?"

No matter how much time passes, what Shen Qingci said that day and the look on his face when he spoke that day are as if they are engraved in Song Xixi's bone marrow, and they will never be forgotten no matter what.

Is it him, is it really him?

It's him, it should be him... There is a loud voice in Song Xixi's heart.

She clutched the magnolia hairpin in her hand and turned around to run out.

There are some things that she must ask clearly tonight.

"Xixi, Xixi, where are you going in the middle of the night?" Zhou Yurou was startled by Song Xixi's sudden move, and regardless of her, she shouted at her back at the top of her voice.

Song Xixi knocked on the door opposite with an earth-shattering sound.

Zhou Yurou and Tongxin didn't know what was going on. Neither of them were worried. Song Xixi ran out alone in the middle of the night and hurriedly followed her.

Seeing Song Xixi banging on Shen Qingci's door like crazy.

Zhou Yurou grabbed her and said, "Xixi, what are you doing? You came knocking on his door in the middle of the night. Do you want to kill all the entertainment front pages tomorrow?"

At this time, the door was opened.

Shen Qingci was wearing a white robe, his face was calm, and his clear and beautiful eyes showed no trace of surprise.

It seemed that he had already expected that Song Xixi would come to him.

Song Xixi opened her palms, with the magnolia hairpin lying in her palms. She looked at Shen Qingci intently, trying hard to suppress her emotions, and said in a rigid reading tone: "Shen Qingci, Zi Yuanxi, a native of Yong'an, Dashun Dynasty. The eldest son of Prime Minister Shen Yong was born in the eleventh year of Yuan Shun. He entered Imperial College at the age of seventeen and passed the imperial examination at the age of eighteen..."

Zhou Yurou was confused when she heard this, "Xixi, what are you talking about? What is the character Yuan Xi, what is the Yong'an native of Dashun Dynasty... No, are you correcting the lines?"

After listening for a long time, I didn't understand a word.

Song Xixi didn't answer, as if she hadn't heard Zhou Yurou's words, and still looked at Shen Qingci intently, as if she wanted to see through his flesh and soul.

Shen Qingci's face seemed calm, but in fact, there was a huge wave in his heart.

After waking up from a dream, Shen Qingci went to the library to check ancient books.

In the history of the Dashun Dynasty, there was indeed a man named "Shen Qingci". He was born into a family of officials, and his father was the prime minister who was more powerful than anyone else.

History has only written a few words about "Shen Qingci", briefly mentioning his short life like a flash in the pan, praising him for being more beautiful than Pan An and having extraordinary talent, but he was jealous of his talents and died at a young age.

What Song Xixi said just now is completely consistent with the information he checked.

There is no record of the cause of death of "Shen Qingci" in history. Finally, he found the answer by searching unofficial history.

In the unofficial history, this young man who was more peaceful than Pan and had extraordinary talents that made God jealous became the scandal of Song Xixi, the filial empress of Dashun Dynasty.

It is said that he was the childhood sweetheart of Song Xixi, the Xiaoxian Queen of the Dashun Dynasty. The two were married at the fingertips and later died trying to save her.

It is said that unofficial history has a lot of water content and its credibility is very low, but Shen Qingci believed it.

Because in the dream, "Shen Qingci" did die to save his childhood sweetheart.

Based on Liao Liao's information, Shen Qingci traced the information about Song Xixi, the Queen of Dashun Dynasty.

He found out that Queen Xiaoxian, who was the mother of a country, was favored by thousands of people, which made the three thousand beauties in the harem lose their luster. He found out that Queen Xiaoxian was saving palace expenses and proposed to "decorate with velvet flowers instead of pearls and emeralds." I love wearing the magnolia hairpin most of all my life. And that magnolia hairpin is also mentioned in unofficial records as a gift from Empress Xiaoxian’s childhood sweetheart...

The story recorded in the unofficial history coincided with the appearance in his dream.

What shocked him the most was that he saw a portrait of Empress Xiaoxian of the Dashun Dynasty in ancient books.

He actually looked very similar to the Song Xixi he knew.

Shen Qingci was so frightened that he almost jumped out of his chest. In the days after returning from the library, he was confused and had many dreams intermittently.

To be precise, those were not dreams, but more like the short life of the prime minister's son hundreds of years ago. He was extremely affectionate, and all his love, hate, and anger were tied to a woman, and he even gave up his life for her in the end. …

He didn't know what his relationship was with "Shen Qingci", the prime minister's son from hundreds of years ago, and he didn't know why he always had these strange but real dreams that seemed to have happened to him before.

Shen Qingci was frightened and confused.

Until that day in the hospital, Song Xixi called him "Brother Qingci".

He began to wonder, is there such a ridiculous statement as past and present lives?

Could it be that he didn't drink Meng Po Soup at all when he was crossing Naihe Bridge, so he still has those unforgettable memories?

If he forgot to drink Meng Po soup after crossing Naihe Bridge, what about Song Xixi?

Is she like him?

If you didn’t drink Meng Po Soup, would you be reincarnated with the memories of your previous life?

Shen Qingci's eyes slowly moved down from Song Xixi's face, landed on the magnolia hairpin in her palm, and said slowly: "Xi'er, from now on, can you hold three thousand black hairs for me alone?"

Song Xixi's pupils suddenly dilated, and her brain suddenly felt as if it had been exploded.

"Xi'er, from now on, can you hold three thousand black hairs for me alone?"

"Xi'er, from now on, can you hold three thousand black hairs for me alone?"

…

For a while, this sentence was repeated in her ears.

"Brother Qingci, is it really you?" Song Xixi's eyes were filled with mist, and she said tremblingly: "Is it really you?"
Chapter completed!