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It is rumored that the former emperor Zhenhui Princess has both ability and political integrity, and Lan Xinhui is of good quality. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info has the posture of sinking fish, and the color of the country. It's a pity that he died of a chronic illness after only a year.

There is a song in the streets and alleys, and the song says: Nanshang has a beautiful woman, peerless and independent, looking at the city, and then looking at the country. Rather than know the city and the country, it is difficult to get a beautiful woman.

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In the Southern Shang Dynasty, in the eighty-first year of the era, in the second year of the ancestor, the middle palace Chengfeng Hall was noisy.

Outside the hall, the thunder roared, and the mountain rain was about to come, and the wind was full of buildings. Bursts of thunder were mixed with all kinds of anxious human voices, and the chaos was chaotic.

"Go get some hot water, quick!" the voice of the mother, who knelt beside the bed, was hoarse and hissed, and the hair hanging down her forehead was sticking to the sides of her face with sweat.

Several maidservants wore light pink slit shirts, small silk shoes, and carried copper basins filled with hot soup to pour oil on the fire.

Two large locust trees were planted outside the Chengfeng Palace, which were swaying wildly in the hurricane at this time. It was as if the coming heavy rain would uproot it.

In the hall, Zhao Jingshu was lying on the phoenix couch of pear blossom wood, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyelashes trembled with the thunder outside the house. It has only been a year since he arrived, and he is as dying as an old man, and his slightly dark lips are still stained with blood that he has just coughed up.

Zhao Jingshu stared at the phoenix embroidered on the top of the brocade tent from the gap in her eyes, and her mind was far away. His trembling hands were hidden in the quilt, and his fingertips rubbed against the gold silk peony texture on the satin sheets.

They all thought that she was dying, and she didn't hear the sound in her ears and didn't know what happened before her death.

But at this time, her mind was still clearly echoing the conversation between the imperial doctor and the queen mother at the bedside a few days ago.

"Mother, the princess is afraid that she has been poisoned. ”

"Poison?!"

"Well, Wechen suspects it's from the tea. Weichen checked the princess's tableware, only the teacup was different, if Weichen didn't guess wrong, the princess drank tea made from Huaxi grass. ”

"Tea ...... of Flower Creek Grass"

"Yes, the world loves the scent of flowers and grasses to decorate the house or to make tea. But I don't know that this Huaxi grass is also known as blood grass, if it is not close to the body, or when there is no trauma in the body, this herb is harmless. And often drink this tea, both physical and mental damage, long this bone and blood phase change, if you encounter a wound, self-poisoning and death. This grass is more toxic than arsenic. ”

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Zhao Jingshu quietly looked at Yu Fei's phoenix on the brocade tent. These words had been lingering in her mind for days. How could she have thought that her so-called chronic illness was the tea he made.

He was betrothed to her, and promised to marry her at the door. He waited for a year, but Shi Shen Hai still wanted him to be busy with affairs and not get out.

It turned out that he and her were in love, and he allowed her to get along with her, and she thought that she was raising her eyebrows...... It's all nonsense, it's all a conspiracy.

Zhao Jingshu's eyes closed, and purple and black tears soaked out.

Zhao Jingshu felt that her body was getting heavier and heavier, and she suddenly thought of her father. My father, who died a year ago, moved his dark lips.

"Emperor E, do you want to drink water?" Seeing the girl's lips move, Queen Tong, who was sitting next to her, moved towards the side of the bed, her voice trembling a little.

Queen Tong wore a satin embroidered silk skirt with a hundred birds and a phoenix, and wore a golden step swayed with pearls on her head, and a wisp of green silk hung down on her beautiful face, and she looked tired.

Seeing this, the imperial doctor on the side stepped forward and opened the girl's eyes to take a look, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

The girl on the bed moved, her eyes were still squinting, as if she had used all her strength, and whispered: "Father~Emperor~"

The beautiful woman sitting on the edge of the bed leaned over and listened, her body pausing slightly. "I've already sent someone to call your father, you wait, your father will be there soon. ”

"Niangniang, are you going to call the emperor?" The grandmother standing on the side frowned and bent down slightly to ask.

Empress Tong shook her head, the father called by Emperor E's mouth was her biological father. Not the emperor of Nanshang today.

Yes, her biological father has been gone for a year, but her mother is still the queen of the Middle Palace.

Looking at the girl on the bed distressedly, the woman straightened the bedding, stretched out her fingers like peeling onion roots, and stroked the girl's face, "Emperor E, my son, raise your body, the queen mother will promise you everything." Queen Tong's voice was a little choked, and tears wet her eyes as she spoke.

Suddenly, Zhao Jingshu's body spasmed again, and her face, which was still pale, began to turn purple.

"Emperor, Emperor!" the woman took the girl's hand, flustered.

Zhao Jingshu felt that her body was getting heavier and heavier, as if she was about to sink into the bed, and her body was as heavy as a daughter. Thoughts are getting farther and farther away, shallower and shallower...

Seeing this, the imperial doctor on the side stepped forward and took out the needle and applied the needle, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

Slowly, the hand that was held slowly fell from Queen Tong's arms, and her body calmed down.

The Imperial Physician rolled the girl's eyes again, stiffened, and turned to probe the girl's snort. The doctor's hand stopped for a moment,

The hall was silent, and Khotan was silent.

Suddenly, the imperial doctor took two steps back, fell to his knees with weak legs, and said sadly: "Queen Mother, Princess Zhenhui is dead!"

Hearing this, the woman sitting on the edge of the bed looked at the girl on the bed blankly, but there was no sound. After a long time, suddenly there was a chuckle, and the laughter like silver bells came one after another, and the laughter became louder and louder, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

One cry after another followed

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"Queen Mother, Queen Mother!" Zhao Jingshu sat up from the bed in panic. Layers of sweat stretched out of his body, his heart beat as if he would jump out of his throat, and he sat on the bed and breathed rapidly.

Zhao Jingshu sat still for a while, as if she had just reacted to a dream, and raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead. After getting out of bed and putting on her shoes, Zhao Jingshu walked to the window and opened it.

He moved his stool, straightened his clothes, and sat down. Looking out the window, the bright moonlight sprinkled on the locust tree outside the window, and there was not even a trace of wind in the quiet night. It seems that everything is silent.

When she closed her eyes, the Chengfeng Hall was still noisy, and the remaining consciousness only heard the sentence "The princess is dead......"

The next moment I opened my eyes, I was lying on the bed in this courtyard.

It's been half a year since she woke up.

The moment she woke up, she thought it was just a thought, but later she realized that when she woke up again, she had been dead for four years in her previous life as Princess Zhenhui.

In the past six months, she has forgotten how many times she has had this dream, which seems to remind her to remember it from time to time, and never forget the slightest thing.

Looking at the locust tree outside the window, this locust tree seems to be similar to the one in the palace that I used to climb when I was a child. It's still the same branches, the same leaves. It's just that the leaves on the tree blown by the cool autumn breeze have fallen off a lot.

How could she forget? How could she forget that in her previous life, she drank the tea made to her by her sweetheart every day, and it was a cup of venom!

How can you forget your father who died in ten thousand arrows!

How could she forget her mother, who was tortured in order to avenge herself after her death......

Finally, his breathing became rapid again. The tearing pain in her heart made Zhao Jingshu have to bow her body. Tears leached out of the corners of the eyes.

It's been half a year, and she hasn't forgotten her hatred at all.

The night was not over, and the breeze was gusting. The leaves of the locust tree blew off and just fell on Zhao Jingshu's head.

Zhao Jingshu took a deep breath and sat up straight. Raised his hand and took down the leaf hanging on his head, and looked at it quietly in the moonlight.

A gust of wind poured into the window, blowing the paper on the table.

The sound of the inner room woke up the green bell outside, got up and lit the lamp, and walked to the inner room.

"Miss, are you having nightmares again? Qingling placed the lamp on the table and crouched down to pick up the paper on the floor.

"Hmm. Zhao Jingshu sorted out her mentality and turned her head to look at Qingling, who was picking up paper.

Qingling folded the paper and put it back on the table, looked at Zhao Jingshu, and frowned, "It's autumn, and it's cold." Late at night, the young lady was careful that she caught a cold. ”

"Hmm. Hearing this, Zhao Jingshu got up and closed the window. "What time is it? ”

"It's time. Qingling replied.

Zhao Jingshu nodded, "Today's grandmother's birthday, is the embroidered birthday screen ready?" ”

Today is the 60th birthday of the owner of this body, Zhuo Yijia's grandmother, according to the filial piety of the Southern Shang Dynasty, the 60th birthday of the children and grandchildren is to be a big event. She has been in Zhuo's house for more than half a year, but she has not yet stepped out of this small remote garden.

When she first came, her body was very weak, but now that she has practiced for half a year, her body and bones have improved a lot, and she has also learned some foundations.

Then she should also go out, fight for what should be fought for, grab what should be robbed, and no longer be a woman who does not fight or rob like in the previous life.

The big tree of the Zhuo family wants to see if it can be climbed.

Well, now, her name is Zhuo Yijia.

Zhuo Yijia looked at the flowerless locust tree outside the window, and her eyes were deep.

Huaiqiu said

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Because many book friends who have read it told me that they don't know the name...... So I'll talk about it in the first chapter, the main character: Zhuo Yi (yi) 葭 (jia)

葭葭 is taken from the ancient name of 蒹葭, 蒹葭, reed.