In the autumn of the third year of the Western Era, the king of the west announced to the world that Xiling and the neighboring country Weiguo became allies, and in the early spring of the following year, he would marry the three princesses of Weiguo and establish him as the queen of Xiling.

Although it is late autumn, the leaves on the branches have long since decayed.

It was supposed to become a little sluggish with the arrival of this season, and there was a lot of excitement in Jingyi City, for no other reason, it was rumored that the three princesses of Weiguo were beautiful and beautiful, and they were the best, and it was such a princess who would bring long-term peace to the country.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of winter, and the lord of Dongyang Kingdom died of illness, and the throne of Dongyang was succeeded by Lan Lingxuan, the eleventh prince who was expected to return.

No one thought that it was the succession of the new king that would bring about a battle for the world, but in the end, it was the beauty who was fighting for the country, and the smile of the world.

It's the depths of winter.

After a heavy snowfall, the dead branches and the ground were full of white.

In the depths of winter, the entire Jingyi City was also plunged into that snow-capped field.

Wrapped in silver, everything sleeps in the meantime, but only the cold plum is blooming.

Hearing that there was a plum forest in the palace to appreciate the plum, Nangong Luojing got up early, put on a snow-white and blue jacket, and came to this plum garden.

Walking through the Merlin, the eyes were full of red, and the slender hand in the sleeve could not resist the temptation of pink, and despite the frost, he stretched out his hand to caress the small red flowers on the branch.

In the silver world, the eyes are full of red spots, on the snow, on the branches, a little plum blossom, the branches often accumulate a little snow, against the plum blossoms, it is really white and red, indescribably good-looking, and the heaven and earth are also because of the poetry and painting of this red and white.

Bursts of fragrance linger on the tip of the nose, with the temptation of **, come close and smell it, and it will sink into your heart.

A cold wind blew through the forest, and the snow on the branches slowly fell to the ground due to the wind, and occasionally, a few pink petals were sandwiched between them, rustling down.

Proud Snow Hanmei, that's what I said.

"Princess, princess" The voice came from far and near, and a messy footsteps came from behind him, Nangong Luojing paused to stroll through the footsteps of the plum forest, turned his head to look at the place where the voice came from, and saw several palace maids in pale pink palace clothes hurriedly walking towards him.

"Yan'er, what's the matter, why are you in such a hurry" Nangong Luojing's good-looking brows furrowed slightly, but there was a shallow smile left between her eyebrows, looking at Yan'er, whose cheeks were red from the cold due to the hurry of leaving.

Approaching, Yan'er and the palace maids behind her bent down to bless, and when she raised her head, she looked up and saw the woman who was standing among the cold plums at this moment, she stood alone in this forest, like the elf that fell in the world, picking the most blooming and most loving cold plum in winter.

Dressed in a blue jacket, silver hair like this pure white snow swayed gently with the gust of cold wind, and the woman's delicate face was like a little red in the pure white world, which attracted their eyes from afar:

The eyebrows are like distant daisies, the eyes are like stars, the skin is whiter than the snow, the appearance is better than the cold plum, the smile is bright, and the style is varied.

"Princess, someone from the Wind Leaf Clan has just come to inform you that the Wind Guardian has woken up this morning" Yan'er couldn't wait to open her mouth before she could breathe, her expression was full of joy, and her words were filled with unobstructed breath and gasping.

Hearing this, Nangong Luo Jing was slightly stunned at first, and the next moment, the indifferent smile gradually subsided, replaced by a look of overjoy.

Put down the flower branch in his hand, and left in a hurry with Yan'er, and walked towards the palace gate, fortunately, the north gate next to the merlin is the closest door to the palace gate, and after a short walk, he saw the north gate, and from a distance, he saw a carriage parked outside the north gate, which was not noble and beautiful, but was exquisite.

In front of the car, the coachman and the guards hurriedly knelt on the ground, not even daring to raise their heads, Nangong Luojing hurriedly walked past the coachman who was crawling on the ground, without saying a word, because for Nangong Luojing, this has long been a habitual thing, since the king of self-defense announced that she would marry the king of Xiling, she was treated above one person and under ten thousand people.

She is Nangong Luojing, the third princess of Weiguo who is loved by King Wei, and she is also the future queen of the powerful Xiling Kingdom, can they disrespect her for three points.

Since the edict was issued, she has lived in Jingyang Palace as a noble person, which is not much larger than Luoyuan, and there are many maids and waiters in Jingyang Palace, and the only one who can control them is her.

After getting into the carriage, Nangong Luojing leaned against the wall of the carriage, the urgency in his eyes subsided a little, and he gathered the hair that was messed up by the wind when he walked quickly, leaning on the soft cushion, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, he sat quietly and pondered, his eyes looked at the curtain of the car that was lifted by Yan'er in a daze, and he looked at the monotonous palace wall that passed by rapidly outside the window in a daze, and his heart became more and more blurred with his eyes.

Memories pull away everything from a few months ago.

It's the depths of winter in the blink of an eye, and I can't remember how long it's been

Suddenly, it was much farther away from that autumn morning, and even the memory was a little blurry, the only thing that was not blurred was the seriously injured person who was found in front of the door the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

There were bruises all over his body, and he couldn't distinguish between flesh and blood.

She was really frightened that day, who would have thought that when she opened her eyes in the morning, she would see a person who had already fallen unconscious due to excessive blood loss, lying on the bluestone slab as if she was dead.

She still remembered that moment, her heart seemed to be being tugged at, and it hurt so badly that Yan'er pulled her and stopped her body, not letting her see his appearance, for fear that it would scare her.

She used her strength to break free of Yan'er's hand, looked at the person lying on the ground, her face was pale, and slowly walked to the side of the person who fell to the ground, squatted down, and wanted to help Feng Yin, who fell unconscious, to the ground, but she didn't know which part of his body was not a wound, not a wound that let her touch it, and he groaned.

With nothing to do, she could only stretch out her hand in a daze, the helplessness of not knowing where to start made her sad, her white fingers gently brushed the bloody wounds on Feng Yin's body, and when she reached his bloodless face, a tear fell, burning her hand on her knee, and the pain spread to her whole body.

"Don't look, princess, don't look at princess, Yan'er begs you, okay, don't look" Yan'er's cry lingered in her ears, but she became unable to hear anything

That day was the day when King Wei announced her marriage to the world, but she didn't feel happy at all.

Finally moved him away, she sat quietly not far from the bed, quietly watching Yan'er wipe the blood from his body for him, watching him frown at the touch of the wound, and watching the blood spread in the golden basin, blooming into scarlet red lotuses in that basin.

The pity spread to the bottom of her heart, with a feeling of suffocation, invading every one of her senses.