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On both sides of the Tongtian Avenue in the imperial capital city, the peach blossoms are blooming just right.

The noisy sound of gongs, accompanied by a vast and long procession, like a long line, leads to the majestic vermilion lacquer gate, behind which is the palace of the Son of Heaven.

It has been five years since the new emperor ascended the throne, but the harem has been empty, so since the beginning of spring, he summoned the world to officially draft into the palace.

All unmarried women from thirteen to eighteen must stop intermarrying and be called to the palace.

The sedan chairs walked one after another, and after being checked one by one, they were all transported to the inner courtyard of the deep palace like goods, waiting to be selected.

Wuyou gently lifted the corner of the sedan curtain, watched the vermilion gate pass over his head, and stroked the soft sword wrapped around his waist.

The hilt of her sword was wrapped with unproportionate silk. Pure white, a dream plant embroidered vividly, seems to have gone through a long time, and there are some worn.

As the sedan chair approached the imperial city unhurriedly, the corners of her mouth gently pulled up a smile, like cold, like cold.

Two days later, through layers of screening, Wuyou and a number of show girls stood in the main hall of Fengyi Pavilion, waiting for the personal selection of the Son of Heaven.

When the eunuch at the door announced the arrival of the Son of Heaven, all the show girls began to sigh, and everyone's eyes flashed with joy and joy, and they were all anxious about how they would behave in order to get the favor of the Son of Heaven.

Prompted by those eunuchs, all the show girls knelt down in unison, carrying out the strict etiquette, and the vast formation just reflected the majesty of the Son of Heaven.

"Ladies and gentlemen, excuse me." The tall man glanced at the show girls kneeling in a piece, and finally spoke, and the rich and handsome voice echoed in the sky above the entire Fengyi Pavilion.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The show girls got up in unison, and their every move was extremely standardized, which was the result of practicing etiquette in the past few days.

Wu Yu secretly watched everything, secretly thinking to himself, none of these show girls standing in the main hall did not spend a lot of money to enter here, including her.

Those women who are beautiful but have no financial resources can't even enter the palace gate.

She secretly glanced at the women, those who were named and selected, they were so excited and happy today, but they couldn't get out of this deep palace for the rest of their lives, until they fought to death, and their souls fell darkly.

A trace of sadness rose in her heart, today's ignorance is exchanged for the ruthlessness of the future, why bother.

While she was thinking, a touch of bright yellow had already stopped in front of her, and she glanced at it lightly, as if she felt that something was wrong, so she lowered her eyes again, waiting for the other party's action.

"What's your name?" The man dressed in bright yellow asked her suddenly.

"Back to the emperor, the people's daughter is called Wuyou!" She replied calmly, her tone still light.

"No ...... Hassle-free ...... Interesting name. He said, his eyes wandering back and forth over her, thoughtful.

"The emperor praised ...... falsely" She owes a debt, which is considered a gift of thanks, but she vaguely keeps a distance.

On the second day, several show girls received the good news of canonization. She undoubtedly received it, but she was quite surprised that other women had been crowned concubines, or talents, or Zhaoyi......

But she was directly named the county lord by the emperor and given the name Ruyue.

Wuyou was summoned by the emperor into the south study with her full of questions, only to see him retreat from the attendants and palace maids on the left and right, and only two guards were left outside the door.

"The people's daughter greets the emperor!" As usual, she knelt down and bowed like other show girls.

"Do you still want to call yourself a people's daughter now?" Gong Yihan got up and walked to Wuyou's side and helped her up.

She looked up at him, but saw that he was no longer in a yellow robe in the morning, but a white robe inlaid with gold, and the palace bell was swaying.

The long hair had also fallen loosely on the shoulders. It's a little more beautiful than a woman, and it's very handsome.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Gong Yihan continued: "Are you puzzled by the appointment of you as the county lord?" ”

She nodded slightly, and her eyes were full of confusion when she looked at him.

"Because, you're like a man." He said.

"Who is it?" She asked.

"Someone who has the same sad look as you." Gong Yihan replied, his eyes wandering out of the hall, as if he remembered a long memory.

"That person, is the emperor like?" The question sounded innocent, but it was somewhat mixed with other meanings.

Gong Yihan smiled helplessly, "Maybe, but it's not." ”

"That man, he's dead, right?" Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at Gong Yihan indifferently, not feeling that there was anything wrong with her words.

Gong Yihan paused slightly, and his eyes became colder, "You really dare to say anything." ”

"Often, one person is obsessed with another person because that person is important to him and has to be lost. Or maybe it was destroyed by his own hands...... I don't know what kind of emperor it belongs to? She continued to say things that could make Gong Yi shudder without fear of death, and the cold feeling seemed to come from the ground, with a piercing cold.

Gong Yihan didn't answer anymore, but his originally calm face, stiff and pale, seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and it was extremely cold.

The conversation between the two men ended abruptly, and became quiet, with not even the sound of a needle.

She thought that he would be angry, but a moment later, Gong Yihan's voice of laughter was heard, enveloping the entire south study.

"I'm really right, you are very different from other show girls." He said.

"The emperor has won the award, and the people's daughter is just telling the truth." She looked down and said, but there was no smile in her eyes.

"From now on, you are not allowed to call yourself a people's daughter, since you are the county lord, you are my imperial sister, understand?"

She bowed slightly, "The folk girl is just a little unaccustomed to ......"

"I give you enough time to get used to it." Gong Yi said with a cold face, and her decisive tone did not allow her a chance to refute.

"Yes! Ruyue...... Got it. Wuyou hesitated for a moment, and could only respond obediently.

From that day on, she was sent to live in the Invitation Yue Palace. Although the Invite Yue Palace is not big, it is very empty, so empty that it makes people feel cold, this is the only feeling she felt after she walked into the Invite Yue Palace.

She glanced at the layout of the palace slightly, and closed her eyes as if she was distraught, those familiar furnishings and layouts made the sadness in her heart even better, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

Gong Yihan gave her dozens of maidservants and many gold and silver utensils, everything she needed, and her life was comfortable.

In addition to going to the south study every day to accompany Gong Yihan to read books and play chess, she is the only one who has nothing to do in the palace, so she is not idle.

Unconsciously, time has quietly passed for more than half a month, but there is still no movement from her.