Today, in Kyoto, Lingguo, the sound of gongs and drums in the early morning woke up the residents of the streets and alleys.

But today is not a day worthy of being recorded in history. The things that shocked the people early in the morning were neither the victory of the great war that solved the national crisis, nor the emperor's enthronement or canonization of the queen, but the marriage of Zhou Qingmo, the third prince of the Ling Kingdom, to Zhong Yueyun, the daughter of the mighty general, or the side concubine.

Actually, it's not surprising. The mighty general who terrified the enemy army had only two daughters, one was the queen and the other was today's protagonist. There is no one to inherit the general, and the emperor is naturally very gracious. What's more, I heard that the eldest queen loves her only sister very much, and it is not an exaggeration to ask the emperor to canonize the queen for the younger sister.

Even if the gorgeous curtains at the entrance of the palace were all soaked by a sudden downpour, it did not reduce the liveliness of this happy event in the slightest.

There was a festive atmosphere everywhere, but the new house was quiet.

The courtyard is cold and desolate after the rain. The curtain is slightly soaring. The bird song evokes the remnant dream, and the spring cold stangles the flowers. The breeze and clouds tossed, and the moonlight shone in a pale glow, illuminating the small area. After that sudden rain, the air was particularly cold, and at night, in the courtyard where no one was around, only the wind blew softly, like a whisper, like a whimper......

In the new house, the big red couplet is hung next to the door of the new house, and the red quilt embroidered with Fengluan is piled up in front of the bed. The big red wedding tent is hung with a dragon and phoenix auspicious tent. The whole house is pasted with Daxi paper-cuts, and under the beaded foil silver screen, the red candlelight sways slightly, illuminating the new house as beautiful as a dream.

Zhong Yueyun dismissed all the subordinates and sat alone in a red and festive new room, her heart was not excited, shy, or nervous, because she knew that Zhou Qingmo didn't like her, and even said that he Zhou Qingmo would never marry her in his life. But it doesn't matter, she already has a sweetheart anyway. But her heart is still in severe pain, the emperor's holy decree has wiped out all her hopes, the destiny is unbearable, and now that she has married a woman, what can that affection be?

Zhong Yueyun laughed self-deprecatingly, got up and walked out the door. I'm afraid that the future will not be easy, and then look at this bright moonlight, which is his favorite moon.

Zhong Yueyun just walked to the door and was about to open the door, when suddenly a squeak and a force hit outside the door, caught off guard, Zhong Yueyun was pushed by an external force, and his embroidered shoes slipped, and suddenly the world was turned upside down, the center of gravity was unstable, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

The little maid Zhu'er who pushed the door in was stunned, and only after a second or two did she panic to check Zhong Yueyun's situation: "Princess! Princess! Are you alright, Princess! ”

The person lying on the ground did not react at all, and Zhu'er suddenly turned pale. She trembled and raised a finger to reach Zhong Yueyun's nose, and the warm breath suddenly wrapped around her fingers: "No... Not dead... Didn't die......"

Zhu'er trembled and looked left and right, there was no one around, fortunately, the princess lost her temper today and drove away the people around the new house, and everyone knew that the prince didn't like this princess and didn't plan to please, so there was no one around. A drop of sweat dripped down and smashed on the back of Zhu'er's hand, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva, trying to force herself to calm down, she struggled to carry the unconscious Zhong Yueyun and walked to the bed step by step; "It's okay, it's okay, put the princess on the bed and pretend that she hasn't been here, no one will know about all this... No one will know all this.

"No, no, no... The princess has a wound on her head, what should she do? Zhu'er stopped, beads of sweat slid down her cheeks, her body tilted, and the body on her back rolled to the ground with a thud. Zhu'er was startled, tears suddenly rolled out, she panicked to pull Zhong Yueyun, and suddenly, a bleeding wound came into her eyes. Yes, everyone knows that the prince doesn't like the princess, and even says things like that to humiliate the princess. Then, it makes sense that the princess was humiliated and committed suicide because of this! Zhu'er was overjoyed, hurriedly disguised the scene, and escaped from here with a roll.

Zhong Yueyun looked at all this with horror in his eyes. When she watched her body fall to the ground, she didn't even have time to feel the pain, and she was stunned with Zhu'er. When Pearl's body pushed and shoved the body that belonged to hers who was lying down, she shouted urgently: "Pearl...... Pearl...... I'm here...... Pearl... I'm here......" But apart from the sounds she could hear, the only thing in the room was Pearl's panicked voice. Zhong Yueyun was so frightened by the bizarre situation that her soul was not possessed, no, isn't she just not possessed by her soul at the moment! She hovered around Pearl, but Pearl's didn't notice her at all, and she even passed through Pearl's body easily.

The bleak moonlight flooded Zhong Yueyun's soul. As the door closed, the moonlight was cut out, and the room fell completely silent, and she could almost hear the shallow breathing coming from her body. She was at a loss, her heart seemed to be pressed by an invisible boulder, her mouth kept trembling, her mind was blank, her heart was frightened and frightened, and she could only watch the little maid's actions with dementia. She looked at her body and rushed towards her body like crazy, trying to re-enter it, but she still flew through her body lightly! She... Can't go back! Zhong Yueyun felt that the world around her froze, she bit her lip, but she still made a whining sound in her throat, like a madman pulling the erhu indiscriminately, playing a tune as ugly as pulling cotton wool......

"Hmm... It hurts......" A murmur sounded in this silent and unmanned room, Zhong Yueyun looked at her body as if she had been struck by thunder, and slowly opened her eyes, and for a while her scalp was numb and trembling.