In the second year of Chengwu, the new emperor ascended the throne for the second year.

The night of the Emperor is unbright, and the people of the imperial city are hungry and cold, which is not at all like what the new emperor should look like when he takes office.

As twilight approached, a wisp of wandering spirits floated over the capital. This wandering soul is surnamed Jiang and has a single name, and he is the former crown princess.

Jiang Ling looked at the scene of the people living in poverty, and sighed faintly, she had traveled to the four continents for more than a year, and they were all like this, she thought that the capital would be better, but she didn't expect it to be even more miserable.

The noble status of the crown princess was of no use when Jiang Ling was reincarnated. From the day of the rebellion of the emperor on the dragon chair today, the entire Zhou family has been in dire straits, with rivers of blood flowing and corpses floating everywhere.

There were many people who died, and the road to reincarnation in the underworld was crowded.

The underground is different from the aboveground, and there is no distinction between three, six, nine and so on. Whoever can quickly throw a good child depends on the accumulation of yin virtue, such as a sergeant who died in the battle to defend his family and country, or a good person who is willing to give when he is alive. Others, whether you are a prince or nobleman, or a person from the lower riba, have to wait in line according to their duty.

Jiang Ling has lived for 19 years, although he has never done evil, but because he was raised in the deep boudoir, he does not understand the world, and the good deeds he has done are nothing more than when he followed his brothers to hunt, he released an injured deer, and during the New Year's holidays, he gave two bowls of porridge to the poor people with his mother, and so on.

So she only had a few notes in the book of yin virtue. In this troubled world, the road of reincarnation is too crowded, so it will not be her turn for a while.

There are no beloved relatives, and there are no maids. The lonely former crown princess, now a wisp of wandering soul Jiang Ling, drifting aimlessly over China, more than a load, has traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, seen all kinds of life, but also understood many truths, more than the previous nineteen years combined.

She saw the people struggling in the troubled times □□ famine and plague. Although as a lonely soul, she no longer needs to eat fireworks in the world, but it is the first time that she understands what real fireworks in the world are.

She also witnessed several thrilling love stories in this troubled world, and she knew that the love between men and women turned out to be like this, it was to give and possess, to gain and lose, to never forget, and to love each other. And she didn't realize any of this.

Her crown prince and husband, before she ascended the throne as the emperor, she had more than one finger of side concubines, and if she became an emperor in the future, the three palaces and six courts would be no problem. But Jiang Ling had never been jealous of those concubines before his death. grew up in a high gate and was in the deep palace, and the teachings and truths she received were nothing more than to let her understand that whether it was the crown princess or the future lord of the harem, for her, it was more like a noble identity than a man's wife.

Now that she has walked among the people, she only feels embarrassed and ridiculous when she thinks back to her three-year marriage.

Jiang Ling floated to the sky above the palace in a vain, and the people below couldn't see her wisp of wandering soul, but she could see everything in the palace, including every move in the palace. With dim sum, you can hear what the palace people say.

Now that the people outside the palace are not living, it seems that inside this deep palace, it doesn't seem to be much better. The palace maids and eunuchs were all in a panic, and Jiang Ling could not float more than one or two pillars of incense on his head, and then two palace maids and three eunuchs were beaten to the plate and were beaten to a bloody blur.

And the tyrant who made the people complain, the former third prince, and now the son of heaven Zhou Chengzhi, was sitting in the imperial garden drinking and having fun at the moment, and the two palace concubines played the piano and chanted music for him. Among them, the concubine holding the pipa, Jiang Ling coincidentally recognized it, it was Cao Youer, the daughter of the university scholar Cao Xianren, this Miss Cao, not only proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also had the reputation of the first beauty in the capital.

Although Jiang Ling lives in the deep palace, she has also heard some things about her and the third prince Zhou Chengzhi, and she is always a talented woman and a good couple. It's just that before Jiang Ling's death, the third prince had been stationed on the frontier and had not married Cao You'er. Now that the third prince has been on the throne for more than half a year, this Cao Youer has obviously been crowned a concubine.

It's just that the new emperor also seems to be in the three palaces and six courts, and I don't know if Cao Youer is also a little uneasy.

Jiang Ling looked at the Son of Heaven who was leaning crookedly on the couch, and had to say that he didn't think about the things he had done that had lost his conscience, this man was really Lang Yan and unique, and there was no other in the world. Look at his appearance, his face is like a crown of jade, his eyes are like cold stars, and a pair of slanted eyebrows fly into his temples, handsome but with a little evil spirit.

Jiang Ling didn't see much of this little uncle before his death. The third prince died early and was not favored by the emperor, but because his mother was the niece of the old queen mother, he was raised by the old ancestor in the palace when he urinated, which was more expensive than anything else, and his uncle was a general of the imperial court and held a heavy army. Zhou Chengzhi is arrogant and domineering, and he is also the master who walks sideways in the palace.

Jiang Ling didn't know when he first entered the capital, he only heard the prince talk about one or two, and he didn't have the opportunity to take a photo alone, so he didn't pay attention to it. Later, when she was studying medicine with her master Ruoshui Dao in Qingyun Guan, she happened to bump into Zhou Chengzhi in Guanli to heal her injuries, she was young and didn't know the depths, and she was going to come forward to ask and talk, but he smashed it with a tea cup, which scared her so much that she almost rolled out directly. Later, when he entered the palace, he heard a lot of rumors about the temper and violentness of the third prince, and he would avoid it when he saw him again.

She was looking down, and the lazy, lazy, drunken and hazy new emperor suddenly slammed the moonlight cup in his hand on the ground and made a crisp sound: "Stop!" ”

The two concubines stopped the sound of the piano, Cao You'er put down the pipa in her hand, stepped forward, and half-knelt in front of Zhou Chengzhi: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" Is there something uncomfortable? ”

Zhou Chengzhi had a pair of drunken and hazy eyes, flushed red, and on his handsome face, his expression was indescribably strange, as if he was a little crazy.

I saw him tilt his head and look at Cao You'er stupidly, but he didn't wait for Cao You'er to smile and speak again, and kicked her two meters away. Zhou Chengzhi inherited the hussar general Zuo You, and had been in the army for many years, and Cao Qianjin, who was delicate and expensive, immediately spit out a mouthful of blood and cried.

Zhou Chengzhi didn't even glance at the beautiful woman who saw you in the sky on the earth, staggered to his feet, and ordered with a hideous face: "Drive these women out of the palace, I don't want to see them again." ”

The eunuchs and guards complied.

Cao You'er spat blood from her mouth, and another concubine, immediately climbed forward and grabbed the hem of Zhou Chengzhi's clothes: "Your Majesty, what did the concubine do wrong?" ”

Zhou Chengzhi tilted his head, the corners of his mouth hooked a strange and terrifying sneer, suddenly pulled out the long sword from the guard beside him, waved his hand, blood splashed in an instant, stained his hem of clothes, the two concubines whimpered, and fell to the ground without a sound.

The people around him were so frightened that they all trembled and knelt down.

Zhou Chengzhi threw the sword on the ground with a clatter, ate and laughed, as if nothing had happened, crookedly sang an out-of-tune tune, and walked towards the outside of the imperial garden.

The old eunuchs and palace maids who stayed in place knelt on the ground, looked at the dead concubines, shook their heads and wiped their tears.

Jiang Ling looked at the qiē that happened in this short half-ring, completely incredulous. This new emperor is just a tyrant, a demon who cares about human life and has no humanity. Even if Cao Youer is not his pillow person, she is also the daughter of a university scholar, and she will kill if she says kill.

Recovering from the shock, Jiang Ling looked at the red-stained garden, sighed silently, and slowly drifted in the other direction.

Coincidentally, Zhou Chengzhi, who was staggering below, went in the same direction as her, Jingci Palace, which was also the palace where she and the prince lived before.

Jiang Ling still remembers very well that more than a year ago, Zhou Chengzhi rebelled and led a large army to suppress the border, surrounding the entire imperial city, and she, the crown prince and a group of female eunuchs were trapped in this palace.

After being trapped for two days and two nights, the prince knew that the general situation was gone. The rebels outside sent a message to ask the prince to choose between the crown princess Jiang Ling and the side concubine Changle County Lord, and go to the city gate to hand over the surrender letter, so that the lives of the family could be saved.

Jiang Ling has lived for nineteen years without understanding the world, but he has also been educated in loyalty and courage, and although he is a daughter, he also knows the truth that he would rather die than surrender. How do you know that the prince not only wrote the surrender letter, but also gave up her as a concubine between her and the lord of Changle County, and asked her to go to the city gate to read the surrender letter.

There is no other reason, but the county lord of Changle is pregnant for three months, and he has Zhou Chengwen's flesh and blood in his belly. Compared to her own bloodline, she is nothing as a concubine. Presumably, the noble and arrogant prince chose to live because he would be a father.

Jiang Ling didn't have any complaints about Zhou Chengwen's choice, but she suddenly realized that she had lived for nineteen years, and it turned out to be just a joke, and from now on, it will be an even bigger joke.

Jiang Ling took the prince's handwritten letter and went up to the city tower to read it out in front of the soldiers of the rebel army outside the city gate.

It was a rainy day, drizzling and foggy. She was wearing a white floor-length dress, picked off the phoenix hairpin, and did not apply powder, and when she read out the book, Zhou Chengzhi was under the city tower. He was dressed in silver armor and rode on a bloody horse, standing at the forefront of the officers and men of the three armies. Looking up at the appearance of the city tower, it was full of ridicule.

Jiang Ling knew that he was laughing at the prince who was alive, and even more so at her, the princess who was abandoned by the prince.

But what is there to laugh at? Jiang Ling thought while reading out the surrender letter, so that she would not let this rebellious minister and thief laugh at her for the rest of her life.

When she had finished reading the book, she stood at the top of the wall, smiled the same sarcastically at the people below, and then leaped and fell from the top of the wall, which was several feet high.

The prince descended, she read the book to protect the lives of those who were willing to live, and did her best to give the last trace of husband and wife affection. She didn't want to descend, so she jumped down to save her last solar energy.

In the haze of smoke and rain, Jiang Ling's white body bloomed like a flower under the wall. The soul drifted away, and she saw herself lying on the ground, her white clothes stained red with blood.

She also seemed to see Zhou Chengzhi fall from his horse.

Then, she didn't know anything, because she had to rush to the underworld to prepare for reincarnation. It wasn't until she failed to reincarnate and floated back to the world that she knew that Zhou Chengzhi still killed the prince, and no one in Jingci Palace was alive, naturally including the unformed fetus in the womb of the lord of Changle County.

Zhou Chengzhi's rebellion was extremely complete, and at the same time, the critically ill emperor and royal children were killed, none of whom were spared, either beheaded or exiled.

Jiang Ling couldn't help but sigh when he thought back to the past. This Jingci Palace is said to have been deserted for more than a year, but when she looked down from the roof, she saw that the palace was no different from before, still golden and spotless. Except for the extra ice coffin in the dormitory, there are two long candles on the side of the coffin.

Jiang Ling was curious, and when he looked at it, his wandering soul was almost frightened. I saw a beautiful woman lying in the transparent coffin, and that beauty was none other than herself.

Jiang Ling in the coffin was wearing his favorite water-green lotus leaf gold silk trimmed skirt, his cheeks were still painted with pink rouge, his lips were slightly open, his eyes were closed, and he looked a little asleep, not like a person who had been dead for more than a year.

Jiang Lingzheng was puzzled, but saw Zhou Chengzhi walk in crookedly, pounced on the ice coffin, muttered something in his mouth, and then a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping peacefully.

Jiang Ling floated above the palace for four or five days, and was about to leave to ask the iron-faced and selfless Yin Cha when it would be her turn to reincarnate. But suddenly witnessed the rebellion of the Chinese Dynasty ministers, and in the night, the commander of the Praetorian Guard led his troops to surround the palace.

Zhou Chengzhi, the drunken Emperor of Chengwu who died in a dream, betrayed his relatives and left, and even the old eunuch beside him trembled and defected to the rebels. Zhou Chengzhi has been honed in the army for many years, and his martial arts are strong, but his hands are difficult to defeat four punches, not to mention how many punches.

Jiang Ling saw him in the moonlight, surrounded in the middle of the palace courtyard, covered in blood, surrounded by forbidden soldiers and archers holding torches, every cold bow and arrow was ready to attack him.

Zhou Chengzhi was wearing a dragon robe, and the golden python robe was covered in blood, but it did not damage his arrogance in the wind. At this time, he couldn't see the faint monarch who was drunk and dreamed of death, and the evil aura between his eyebrows added a little arrogance.

He picked it up and pointed around: "You ignorant little pawns, do you think you can really overthrow me?" I tell you that it is I who know that I don't want to live longer. I don't want to die, none of you can kill me, I don't want to live, none of you can stop me. ”

When he finished speaking, he burst out laughing. The laughter echoed in the night, ghostly and terrifying.

Jiang Ling saw that the hands of the archers were trembling slightly.

The commander of the Praetorian Guard gave an order: "Release the arrows!" ”

The arrows rained down, and the person in the middle was insinuated. Then sparks flew, and Zhou Chengzhi's figure, like a whirlwind, couldn't see clearly, only the crackling sound could be heard, and soon it was calm again.

I saw that at the feet of the man in the middle were all broken arrows. Zhou Chengzhi smiled and pulled out the only arrow and threw it on the ground. Then he raised the sword in his hand and walked to the left step by step.

The soldiers who were in a circle unexpectedly made way for him in unison. Every step he took, he left a blood mark under his feet, which seemed to be staggering, but it seemed to be as steady as Mount Tai.

The Praetorian Guards didn't stop him, they only followed cautiously, and Jiang Ling also floated down curiously.

Zhou Chengzhi's direction was Jingci Palace, and he walked into the dormitory that did not belong to him step by step, and walked to the ice coffin that had been placed for a long time.

He dropped the bloodstained sword in his hand and looked at the person in the coffin, a smile on his lips.

The Praetorian Guard commander at the door snatched the bows and arrows of his men and aimed them at his back. When the arrow was fired, Jiang Ling, who was floating above the house, suddenly shouted, "Be careful! ”

When Zhou Chengzhi held the arrow with his backhand, his face suddenly changed, he raised his eyes and muttered, "Jiang Ling......"

"Shoot the arrows!" The Commander gave the order again.

Between the lightning and flint, Zhou Chengzhi took a little foot under his feet, and the sword that was originally lying on the ground returned to his hand. Ignoring the arrows that came his way, he rushed forward and slashed like a frenzy, and the crowd was quickly forced to retreat outside the door.

He bolted the door and retreated to the ice coffin with several arrows stuck in his body and blood under his feet. He turned his head and looked deeply at the person in the coffin, reached out and took the candle, staggered to light the room, and broke two more cans of wine on the flames.

A fire soon broke out in the house. Zhou Chengzhifu returned to the ice coffin, opened the lid of the coffin, took the person inside, and let her lie in his arms.

The fire quickly spread to the hem of his trousers and quickly to the hem of his shirt. But he suddenly didn't feel it, as if he couldn't feel the burning pain.

He looked at the person in his arms, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and hummed a little song softly. That little tune Jiang Ling is most familiar with, it is the Yangzhou minor tune she learned when she lived in Yangzhou when she was a child.

Jiang Ling stood in the sea of fire and watched the bizarre scene in front of him, but he still couldn't understand why. A wave of dizziness struck, and she seemed to feel the burning of the fire suddenly, and she didn't know anything in the pain.