Yu Yan was agitated, sat up suddenly, and looked at the curtain embroidered with green lotus beads in front of her and was a little confused, where is this? wiped the cold sweat on his face, uncovered the brocade quilt, and when he saw it, he couldn't help but tremble!

The kiss marks were pinched, there was a dull pain in the slender waist that was almost about to break, and a small piece of silk silk rested on the pillow, with dried blood stains and turbidity on itThe liquid condensed into a dark peony flower, and there was a brocade handkerchief tied to the ankle of the right foot, which was unfolded, but it was a picture, and the woman's clothes were half ||Hide, look at these eyebrows, who is she if it's not her?

The strong fragrance is fragrant, and when I look at the screen embroidered with the spring palace in front of me, I react, this must be a hookFence Courtyard!

She hurriedly dressed and went downstairs, but fortunately no one met her, and early in the morning, it was a good time for the girls to rest after a tiring night's work.

Nian'en was anxiously waiting for her at the back door, and when she saw her return, she hurried to meet her.

"Why didn't the princess return? The slave is dying, what's wrong with your neck? She said as she lifted her head to touch the bruises on her neck.

"Don't touch me." Yu Yan scolded lightly.

Nian En rarely saw her angry, and quickly retracted her hand.

When I arrived in the courtyard, I saw Nian An running from the front door and pounced in front of her like a little magpie.

"Princess, great news, General Yun is back! Everyone is waiting at the gate to see the general's heroic appearance! ”

Yu Yan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she suddenly turned her head to look in the direction of the palace gate.

After she married into the palace, Yun Qin traveled for seven days and seven nights and rushed back to see her. It was also raining heavily that night, and she sat in the room, Minghuang Shengzhi pinched in her hand, and the ink was blurred by tears. Yun Qin roared outside, was restrained by the guards, and went out of the city. She can't go out to see Yun Qin, her father is guilty of bullying the king, she is lucky to be alive, how dare she involve Yun Qin again?

I couldn't see him at the beginning, how dare I see him now?

She slowly turned around and entered the room, heading straight to the bronze mirror.

The white and jade skin, the long eyebrows are slightly bent, the apricot eyes are tearful, and the lips are gently pursed like the petals of a peony, trembling slightly. This is obviously as delicate as **, but unfortunately there is a dark butterfly birthmark the size of a fingernail on her right forehead, which makes her regarded as an ugly woman. Only Yun Qin once held her face and said: Little Qingyu, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!

Small herring ...... Would anyone else call her that?

"Mother, let's change into bright clothes." Nian An obviously didn't see her emotion, and happily went to open the closet. wore a goose-yellow dress to Yu Yan.

"General Yun hasn't been back for three years, maybe he still thinks about the princess."

Yu Yan frowned, pushed her long skirt away, and whispered: "Nian'en, put away my pen and inkstone and paper, let's go out and hide." Tell me to go down, and if anyone asks, just say that we will go to the temple yesterday to practice, and I will go to the temple tomorrow anyway. ”

She has long passed the age of sentimentality, she has not achieved great things, and she must persevere. took off his skirt, changed into a men's shirt, and slipped out of the back door directly with Nian Nian Nian'an.

If she stays at home, the palace will definitely send a decree to let her enter the palace to participate in the banquet, and this kind of thing is the queen mother's dislike, so it is better to hide far away, and if she can't come back, those people will be helpless.

The street was crowded, and the three of them arrived at the side of the road, and they saw Yun Qin's tall head and horse in the distance, full of heroism. She couldn't help but stop and stared blankly at the familiar and unfamiliar face.