The seventeenth year of the beginning of the Jing Dynasty.

In the solemn and gorgeous main hall of Qiwu Palace, the bronze artificial crane is leisurely spitting out clouds of white mist, rising curly and then being scattered by the maid gently shaking the feather fan again and again.

It was quiet, as if a pin could be heard clearly.

Du Yunjin buried his head very low, and his whole body curled up on the carpet with peony patterns, not daring to speak or move for half a minute. She hadn't been kneeling here for an unknown amount of time, all she knew was that the gaze that had been on her had made her palms sweat thicken.

She is not a famous lady raised in the deep boudoir in the imperial capital, she grew up with her father in the frontier military camp, and she has been free and casual since she was a child. But at this moment, she didn't dare to move, because she knew who the owner of that gaze was!

The person sitting on the high seat at the end of the peony carpet can only look up, can only be afraid, and cannot approach at will.

Such awkwardness is indeed not as good as the crescent moon city on the frontier, where everyone knows that she is the daughter of Zhenwei general Du Bocheng, and she is a brave female general who went out with her father to personally take the head of the leader of the dog Rong, and she has inherited the Du family's marksmanship all the way to make people fearful. In other words, she is a female overlord in Crescent City, only others dare not mess with her, where is it like the depression of the Imperial Capital City!

Crescent City has a bright blue sky, while the imperial capital only has dark clouds, which gloomily make people's hearts unable to live.

She has only been back in Beijing for a few days, but she has already planted several big heels. The intrigue in the imperial capital city is always unguardable. Those people were smiling on their faces, but when they turned around, they were disdainful and disdainful, and they were dirty.

If it weren't for him......

Thinking of the dazzling boy in her memory, she grinned quietly. There is no delicate and amazing beauty, but there is a sincere beauty.

The scene of her acquaintance with him appeared repeatedly in her nine-year memory, and she thought about every scene and every detail repeatedly, remembering it clearly, so as not to let herself miss the slightest. That year's imperial capital seemed to be less gloomy than this year's, although it was not as thorough as Crescent City, it was also pale blue. The young man on the white horse was shrouded in the backlight, looked down arrogantly at the girl who fell on the grass, and said provocatively: "I heard that you are the daughter of General Du, and martial arts are nothing more than that!" ”

That year, he was fourteen years of youth and frivolity, although he was not doted on by his father, but he was a child who grew up in the admiration of thousands of people. And she, with the identity of the tiger girl of the gate, is like a green peach in front of him who is too gorgeous.

Hearing his provocation, she pursed her lips and replied: "It's just that I'm a few years younger than you, and my strength is not as good as yours, and when I grow up like you, I won't just pick you off the horse!" ”

Her reply was flamboyant and rude, and the chamberlain who followed behind him preemptively reprimanded: "You are just a little general's daughter, how can you talk to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince like this!" ”

"What are you, a rootless mud worthy of reprimanding this girl!" She has always been an unforgiving master, and she is used to relying on the love of her father and elders, and she doesn't put the servant in front of her into her eyes at all.

"You!" The waiter was scolded by her in front of everyone to the sore spot, and she was worried that she couldn't step forward and slap a few palms in front of her master to vent her hatred, so she had to blush and look at the master, expecting the master to help him vent his anger.

He is a person who has face in front of his master, even the ordinary officials in Beijing have to give him some face, but she didn't see the crisis in front of her eyes, pointed to the nose of the chamberlain and scolded: "What are you, can't the people in the imperial capital even speak clearly?" ”