In April of the 14th year of the Wei Kingdom, Emperor Yongque died, Yuxue, and King Huai of Liang succeeded to the throne. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The world is in ruins.

The sunlight gradually stopped in a very elaborate and intricately built house, and the fog filled the deep gate compound. The bluestone paved road stretched outward, and the pavilions and houses along the way gradually emerged in the sunlight.

The towering ancient locust in this courtyard, the stone crevices are covered with thick moss, and the mist hides the green tiles of the houses whose outlines are not clear, and all the embellishments are just sunlight that disappears into the mist.

A small guy in ancient costume fought a cold war.

He subconsciously paused and looked back at the woman behind him. The woman bowed her head deeply and stopped.

"You're tired" took out a thick stack of silver tickets: "You can send it here." ”

I couldn't see her expression.

Wei Guoshi's Mansion, I can't figure out whether it is immortal or yin, and ordinary people on this street are all detours. There are thousands of women who love them, but there are very few who can be brave and brave enough to enter the Shao Wei National Teacher's Mansion.

The little girl sighed in his heart, put the silver ticket in his arms, looked at the shadows of the trees around him, and squeezed out a smile: "Take care, girl!" ”

Immediately turn around and quicken your pace and run away.

The woman walked forward alone, and suddenly the air froze. An old voice has not arrived, and the voice comes first, "The girl is in a good life, why should she be so persistent." The old slave persuaded the girl to leave. ”

The woman said, "The concubine is like a waste person without legs and feet at this time, how can the uncle let me leave." ”

The women in the capital love the outstanding demeanor, but they don't dare to get close. The women who used to be close to him were crazy one by one, and in the past, corpses were transported out of the back door of the National Teacher's Mansion every month, and they were buried in a beautiful manner, and they were buried in the same figures.

In the next three years, the national teacher was no longer close to women.

Junlang is a corner of Zhuo Xi's bones, but he himself is like the winding path of the deep gate compound of the National Teacher's Mansion, and he is not known to outsiders. Ordinary people have a yearning for power and money in their arms and daydreams that are not only their own, and Zhuo Xi is already standing at the top of that dream, and is one of the powerful people in Wei who has both power and prestige.

The handsome lines of his body outlined by the sun, the cold but palpitating face endowed by nature, and the ability to perform spells beyond others, make him a mysterious, distant, but like the monsoon that prevails on the coast after the rain, bringing indescribable expectations to the good women of the capital.

But expectation is expectation after all, and no woman has survived around Zhuo Xi.

"Girl, ordinary men can be loved and attached, but a woman's obsession with the lord is fatal." The old man's words have a deep meaning.

The woman had a smile in her eyes, her head bowed slightly, and the mist caressed the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, and she had a white hibiscus face.

"The concubine has long since lost her life. He returned my man, but he took my heart. ”

There was a long sigh in the air: "It's too difficult to be a woman who washes Zhuoxi." This netherworld is your choice, and I hope you will not regret it in the future. ”

The heavy door opened heavily, and the woman swayed inside, disappearing into the thick fog.

The sun has risen completely.