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Palace.

In the elegantly decorated room, the beauty kneels in front of the bronze mirror and combs her long hair like ink.

The snow-white long skirt dragged the ground, and the wide skirt spread out on the ground, as beautiful as the white and flawless peacock tail feathers.

The beauty took a box of rouge on the table, and when she looked up and saw herself in plain clothes in the mirror, her hand suddenly froze, looking at the red rouge, and silently put the lid of the box back in place.

"How did I forget."

The beauty talks to herself.

Looking at the mirror again, the cold and elegant eyebrows and eyes, without powder, can not hide a graceful body, white as snow clothes without a little complicated decoration, even the black hair, but only with a white hosta grass bunch, the whole person is beautiful and natural, if she is compared to a flower, it must be the snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountain, beautiful and noble, not stained with a little dust in this world.

Outside the room, there was the footsteps of the palace maids from far and near, and finally stopped outside the hall; "Miss Si."

The beauty in white smiled, yes...... She is now Si Jichen, not the dancer who likes red clothes and has always had a bewitching and charming makeup.

It's her in the mirror, but it's not.

Since the third prince boarded the plane, she was dressed up as Si Jichen by Lord Sun Qi and sent to Jun Mowen. Unsurprisingly, she was arranged into the palace and became the only female protagonist in the palace today.

But she knew in her heart that it was no longer her demeanor that was sent to the palace, but the shadow of Si Jichen, the figure in white clothes like snow.

A trace of complicated hatred flashed in her eyes, and even she didn't know what she hated anymore.

In the hall, Yifeng's thoughts had drifted away, and the palace maid waiting outside did not respond for a long time, and screamed in melancholy; "Miss Si?"

Coming back to his senses, Yifeng asked calmly; "What?"

"Your Majesty has a call, he said he was waiting for you in the imperial study."

Hearing that it was Jun Mo who called her, Yifeng's face suddenly opened up with a happy smile, and Fang Cai's emotions seemed to have been swept away; "Okay, I'll let you go."

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There's been so much going on lately. The eldest prince forced the palace, the emperor died, and the three princes ascended the throne as the emperor, at this time it was the most turbulent and fragile time for the Southern Dynasties, not only the Northern Desert, but even the Western Qi and Southern Zhao countries also made a lot of small moves behind their backs.

For many days and nights, the lights in the imperial study were always bright all night, and the military generals were constantly coming in and out.

Even if it is Yifeng, he can only occasionally come to deliver food, and he can rarely be summoned by Jun Mowen.

Soon I arrived at the door of the imperial study.

Yifeng suddenly stopped, she looked at the handsome and upright figure in the room stupidly, and she began to feel apprehensive before she went in.

After she was settled, she straightened her skirt and gently pushed open the door to the study.

"Your Majesty." Try to keep your voice cold.

After a night of hard work, when he saw the person in white Shengxue walking in, Jun Mo's eyes lit up, and he wanted to step forward. But when he heard the voice of His Majesty, he frowned and stopped.

Yifeng slowly approached Jun Mowen, and saw that he was no longer as tired as he had been a few days ago, and his heart was happy.

But when her gaze turned to the bookcase, her body stiffened slightly, and a gloom flashed in her eyes.

At this time, the bookcase was neatly placed aside, and in the middle of the bookcase, there was a portrait of a beauty.