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“What do these white banners all over the street do? Hey, all the officials wear white belts?”
“How many days have you not been out, you don’t even know this? The princess protects the country! The whole country is funeral!”
“Princess Protector? You mean Princess Danyang? Isn’t it a good thing that she died? It’s time to beat the gongs and drums to celebrate.”
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this was heard by the officer, but you shall be arrested and put in jail.
The people in the tea shop were at a table in twos and threes, looking at the paper money outside, and talking.
Speaking of the Danyang princess, it was a twelve-year-old borer of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and a terrifying disaster for all the people. He was clearly a daughter’s family, but despite his shame, he raised dozens of face leaders in the mansion, hooked up courtiers, molested the powerful, played with power, and framed Zhongliang!
Wherever he went, the corpses were everywhere, and the people didn’t live up to it. His evil deeds are so numerous that he has countless counts of crimes!
If you want to write a biography for Princess Danyang, there will surely be many officials in the court to jump out and add pens, and use the most harsh words to pin the princess on the pillar of shame forever and let her Never live beyond birth!
However, good and evil are rewarded. The arrogant princess finally spent eight years in Daxing. She was imprisoned in Feiyun Palace for “murdering the important minister”. It was on the day when the new emperor was in charge that she died of “illness”. His mansion was bleeding from Qiqiao, and his death was extremely miserable.
The government mourned in a decent manner, but the people secretly felt happy.
Evil is rewarded! Good death!
Amid the joyous applause, the snow-white paper money fell to the ground one after another, some of them were rolled by the wind, whirled in the air, and flew to the door of an official residence next to the official road. Drifting over the vermilion lacquer plaque.
White House.
In the wing room of the west courtyard of the mansion, someone turned over and inadvertently swept the medicine bowl by the bed.
“Pop!”
With a crisp sound, Li Huaiyu woke up suddenly, his heart beating like a drum, and a cold sweat broke out when he opened his eyes. He sat up on his back, breathing uncontrollably in his throat, and his eyelashes trembled severely. It took a long while for Liushen to return to his position.
Where is this?
The shabby wing room is old and cheap everywhere, and the light comes in from the mottled carved window, illuminating the dust in the air, hazy like fog.
Frowning and staring at the dust for a while, Huaiyu was a little dazed.
The door was pushed open with a “creak”, and a maid with a basin stepped in. When she saw her, she said with joy: “Miss, you finally woke up!”
Miss? Li Huaiyu frowned and looked at her, wondering where did she come from? He was called “His Royal Highness” when he was born. When was he called “Miss”?
“You scared the servant girl this time, the servant girl almost thought you died!” The servant girl muttered to herself, sighing.
Stop breath? Is it possible that she hasn’t died now? Huaiyu was stunned, and took a deep breath–
It’s really not dead!
She…didn’t die?
A tremor spread from the tip of the heart to the limbs. Li Huaiyu got up with excitement, jumped out of bed and rushed to the window sill, pushing the wooden window open.
The sun was shining brightly, shining from between her fingers, falling on her face, warm. The first few bushes of wild flowers bloom just right, and the breeze shook the jade color.
Looking at it for a while, she took a few deep breaths of fresh air and gave a weird smile.
God has eyes, she is still alive.
She, Li Huaiyu, the princess of Danyang, is still alive!
The head of the little girl behind her was frightened by her actions, her eyes widened, and she stammered and shouted: “Little…Miss?”
With a smile, Huaiyu looked around, turned her head inexplicably, pointed to the tip of her nose and asked her: “Are you calling me?”
Lingxiu nodded and looked at her puzzledly: “Of course the servant girl is calling you, miss, you don’t recognize the servant girl?”
Huaiyu thought about it for a while, shook his head and said: “No impression.”
The day when her last memory stayed in Feiyun Palace, on March 27th, she drank the red crane top gift bestowed by her, spit out blood, and lay down on the soft couch embarrassedly.
There was a group of people kneeling in front of her, red eyes choked and kowtow to her, shouting in unison: “Your Highness——”
These two words resounded like the whimper of a flute, faintly echoing in the lobby a few times, mixed with forbearance of crying, which made people feel sour.
After that, she closed her eyes and plunged into the darkness.
It is reasonable to say that she should be dead. Even if she is not dead, she should still be in Feiyun Palace. Why is she in this strange place?
Swiping around suspiciously, Huaiyu saw a dressing table and hurriedly leaned over to take a look.
The person in the mirror is very strange, with thin eyebrows and soft eyes, and his skin is white as if he has never seen the sun before, and his head is covered with black hair like a cloud. He has a big palm face, small earlobes, a slender neck, and a half-old dark cloth. There is no flesh on the whole body, and it feels like it can be blown away by any gust of wind.
This is not her.
Everyone knows that Princess Danyang is domineering, half relied on her royal identity, and half because of her unparalleled martial arts. She has been practicing martial arts for many years. How can the steel and iron bones of her body look like this bamboo pole?
But she moved, and the person in the mirror also moved, she made a face, and the delicate face in the mirror wrinkled.
My heart sank, Li Huaiyu turned his head and asked: “What year and month is today?”
Lingxiu stared at her blankly, and said blankly: “This is the eighth year of Daxing, the fourth day of April…”
The fourth day of April? Huaiyu’s lips whispered white: “Princess Danyang is already arrogant?”
Lingxiu nodded: “Fuck, today is just the first seven, and the government is going for a funeral.”
Li Huaiyu: “…”
Princess Danyang has gone to funeral.
Who is she then? !
She shook her head subconsciously. She thought it was so bizarre that her lips trembled. After turning around twice, she said: “I’m hungry.”
“Ah.” Lingxiu nodded in a daze, “The slave servant will get you food now!”
Huaiyu nodded, and calmly watched the little girl ran out. When the figure disappeared, she took a deep breath, lifted her skirt, and rushed out!
Her body is in a funeral, but she can still say that she can jump into another person, this kind of thing…If you don’t see it with your own eyes, she won’t believe it!
I rushed out of the room, and it looked like a big house outside. Li Huaiyu didn’t bother to look at anything, and ran across the Moon Gate Corridor all the way, avoiding people, and found the outermost courtyard wall. Look around at no one, step on the debris piled on the wall and climb up.
She doesn’t know how to embroider with needlework, but she is more familiar with things like climbing walls and beating birds than anyone else. Even though the courtyard wall is higher, Huaiyu climbed up the tile eaves and jumped–
Then it fell to the ground with a bang!
“Ah!” With a painful cry, Li Huaiyu couldn’t get up for a long time.
I miscalculated. If she used to overturn the wall, this kind of trivial matter would definitely be a big deal, but now she seems to be very weak and not very obedient, so she fell straight down, which is really embarrassing.
Fortunately, the place where she fell was pretty good. It was softer than the bluestone brick floor. It didn’t hurt. It was just that her lips were torn apart by her teeth, and the tip of her tongue was pricked. It smelled like rust.
“His–“It hurts!
Not waiting for her to get up, there was a cold light next to her, and a murderous intent came: “Who!”
Li Huaiyu was taken aback, and when he looked sideways, he turned out to be a guard in a mysterious suit, looking at her with a dreadful blade.
As for? She’s just over the wall, and she’s not assassinating anyone. Why is she so excited?
The soft ground underneath moved.
Detecting something wrong, Li Huaiyu blinked and slowly looked down.
A person wearing a green amber brocade and soft cloud suit was pressed under her body. The jade crown was still upright and his expression was calm. A pair of ink-stained eyes stared at her, like a black dragon breaking through the waves. Some of the pale lips were stained with brilliant red, like flowers blooming on snow.
At first glance, Huaiyu was a little surprised. This person is really a rare good color in the world, with good looks and good looks.
At the second glance, however, Huaiyu recognized who this face was.
This…this person…
“Can’t get up yet?” he said coldly.
Hearing this familiar voice, Huaiyu’s face went from shocked to ashen, straddling him, not only did he not get up, but instead he wanted to force him to death.
It’s really narrow, Jiang Xuanjin!
The sky full of paper money fell down, Li Huaiyu squeezed a piece of paper and looked down at the person under him, with hatred in his heart.
People all say that Princess Danyang was blamed by the new emperor for “murdering a heavy minister” and then died. However, Li Huaiyu knew how she died.
She was killed by this Ziyang Jun Jiang Xuanjin!
On March 27, the eighth year of Daxing, a good day for funerals, Jiang Xuanjin calmly offered a red crane crest in his eyes, and Buddha’s incense lingered in his voice.
“Send your majesty.” he said.
Wearing her favorite Yaochi Peony Palace costume, Huaiyu sat on the Ruyi Acacia couch, generously accepted the poison and drank it in one fell swoop.
“Your Majesty must live a long life.” She laughed.
This was the last word she said to him, not tender, but unwilling to turn into a ghost to get revenge, and squeezed it out from the gap between the teeth. While speaking, she swears in her heart, as long as there is a chance, she must let Jiang Xuanjin survive and die!
Now, I really met again.