Wenwen looked down at the seasonal fruits sent by the prince during the day, and she understood very well what Zhou Hui's actions meant. The hand unconsciously stroked the red hair on the top of his head: Mother Yi Tianxia...... Lives...... His father was the great Situ of the dynasty, and the power of the Wen family was as deep as a towering tree, and the saint had long said that the royal family would definitely marry the Wen family. The queen's throne has long been vacant for the Wen family. Of course, she is not the only candidate, she is called Lord Wenjun, and there are three of them counting her. However, compared to the eldest sister who pulled out the mountains and the second sister who was habitually hysterical, Wenwen found out after a long time that she was actually the most normal person in the family and the most suitable person to sit in this seat.

Normal stature, normal personality (relative), normal appearance, not rough, not neurotic, at birth, brought a sharp red hair from the womb. It is said that when she was six years old, her father once took her out to tell her fortune, and the fortune teller knelt down and kowtowed at the first sight of her, confessing her sins. All of them, in unison, said that red hair was a sign that God had chosen her. When Wenye was twelve years old, she used scissors to cut off this handful of hair behind her parents' back, but after one night, the hair next to her automatically turned red, and she was so angry that she smashed the mirror - everyone looked at her as a future queen, and their eyes full of awe made Wenye feel like she had eight ears. Even the current queen specially let her enter the palace for an audience, gave her countless gifts, and jokingly pointed to her sons and said to let her choose.

Which do you prefer? Let him be the emperor. Wenwen looked at a few princes who had not dried up but had a stiff face, and almost hit his head to death in frustration. What do I have to do with them? It is you who decide who I marry, not who I decide who will be emperor! The eldest son of the emperor is the tallest one, with two scars left by the fight on his face, he is the first son of the queen, and he is also the eldest one. Before Wenye entered the palace, her father had already instructed her not to let her go out of Louzi. But just as she was about to point her finger at the most promising heir in disgust, she found a child secretly smiling at her after the emperor's eldest son.

Laughing extremely shamelessly, and frankly. He grimaced and winked, as if to make her laugh. Wenwen ruthlessly crushed his attempt: in front of the queen, she was absolutely sure to control her expression. The child was disappointed, he stopped grimacing, and looked at Wenye angrily with a dejected face, like a deflated ball, and his complaining eyes were like a deceived puppy. Wenwen couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

The moment she laughed, all the boys, including the grimacing child, froze. The queen was so shocked that she took her in her arms and said to Mrs. Wen next to her, "Why didn't you see it just now, Wenwen is so beautiful?" Mrs. Wen smiled and didn't answer, but thanked her again and again.

All those who have seen Wenwen will say: This is just an ordinary county lord, nothing special. However, people who have seen Wenye laugh will say: This is His Royal Highness the most beautiful county lord in the world. With a straight face, it is no different from ordinary people; Yan Ran smiled and swept the world - Wenye only realized this from that day. This person who used his grievances to make Wenwen laugh is Zhou Hui. Since then, Wenye has habitually built his own pleasure on his depression.

He must like me. Wenwen is not wood, she has known this for a long time. But they all like me. For I am a lottery, a prize that hangs in the sky and is ethereal. They longed for me, even more for my father, and especially for the entire Wen family. It's best to pack me and my father and family together, bundle and sell, a big dream with a wife who never talks nonsense, this kind of business is worth it.

Since that time in the palace, the princes began to give her all kinds of gifts, and since two years ago, only the eldest son of the emperor and the second prince Jin, who is very smart, have been left as gifts. There are all kinds of gifts, from flowers and fruits to daily use, from cheap market toys to expensive palace rewards, from jewelry to birds and animals, Wenwen does not need to tell people to buy anything, just look for the gifts accumulated over the years. As for Zhou Hui, he almost never sent it. Because people are stationed in Wenfu all the year round, and Wenye is familiar with the air, in case he encounters Wenye's birthday, most of him also comes to eat for nothing, and often makes irresponsible remarks about the newly received gifts of Wenye, especially calligraphy, painting and food, good ones must be hung up for Wenye, and bad ones must be thrown away immediately. Of course, the end of what he did was usually to cause a big explosion of the bad nature of the literary industry, and he was beaten by partnering with Shen Luo, so everyone was happy in Zhou Hui's puffed up expression.

How long will this happy life last? Wenye has never been anxious about the future, anyway, the future is destined to be boring, so she should take advantage of the present to enjoy herself, drink the happy wine in one gulp, and wait until the long and boring court life begins, she will still rely on these memories to survive, and only sip a moment of the moment every day. Just as Wenwen closed her eyes, imagining with malice how boring she must have been at the age of thirty, she suddenly heard someone gently knock on her window. The sound is very familiar, three urgent, three slow.

She Huo Ran got up and pulled the window open with force, and it was Shen Luo who was squatting on the windowsill outside. Wenwen held his forehead and sighed: "It's so late, you are still here......" Shenluo jumped in from the window lightly, jumped over the table: "Kill to pay for your life, repay debts, admit gambling and admit defeat, go, obediently bring the book." Listening to Shen Luo's heroic actions in the afternoon, Wen Wen admitted with a sad face that he really lost the bet. She pulled out a blue thick-threaded book from the shelf, pressed it on the table reluctantly, gritted her teeth and pulled it out of the pen holder. See that it is clearly written on the cover of this book, the three big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance: "Gambling Chronicle".

Shen Luo smiled and watched Wenye move the inkstone slowly, so he snatched it himself, found the ink cake familiarly, mixed it with water, and sharpened the ink with a quick movement. Wenwen saw that he was so active, and muttered and asked, "It can be regarded as a planting, look at your beauty." Well, I lost, you say, what do you want me to do? Shen Luo was beaming with joy: "I have already thought about it." You can do a little thing for me. "I don't steal the Queen's things." "It's not that hard. Tomorrow your sixteenth birthday feast, I hope it will be held all night. ”

"What?" Wenwen was a little surprised, "It's that simple? "Yes." Shen Luo polished the ink, took a pen, and wiped it on the inkstone, "Special additional request: Be kind to His Royal Highness King Wu and play with him until morning." "Nothing else?"

"It's gone. Say it in advance," Shen Luo turned over and out of the window, "If you can't hold Zhou Hui back, the gambling money will be doubled." What's so hard about that? Wenwen thought in his heart. She picked up the pen, brushed a little bit in a chic manner, and neatly added a stroke on the "Gambling Chronicle": a certain year, month and day, with Wu Wang can decide whether to set up a bet, whether the text is gambling, whether the future bet is, and the gambling money: the loser is the winner. Wen was defeated, and Xu Ye feasted Wu Wang Dadan. The next day, as soon as the sun was setting in the west, Li Zesi was ready to hit the road. King Wu and Shen Luo should both be riding horses, but he can only walk. Although he had only heard the location of the spring once, this terrifying legend had already spread among the suburbs, and it was not too troublesome to inquire all the way to the past. Li Zesi spent a whole day in and out of the city to hearsay, and he was surprised to learn that this spring water turned out to be a fountain—a man-hewn, carefully built courtyard landscape.

Isn't it naturally occurring? Li Zesi was a little confused by this fact: this shows that there should have been a house around the spring. Passers-by's answer to this is very succinct: in the early years, it was originally a villa mansion with a large surname of nobles, but later it declined due to political changes, and it has been abandoned for a long time, and the house has long collapsed, leaving only a spring water. The Array of Secret Rituals? The charm of the condensed soul? Many thoughts flashed through Li Zesi's mind. But no matter how much he asked, everyone shook their heads, no one remembered the family, they had disappeared as if they had disappeared in one night, leaving only an old janitor, who, according to the people who lived near the spring, had also died more than a month earlier, and had nothing left at the time of his death.

Also a month? Li Zesi guessed, could it be that this old man has a deep blood feud and wants to avenge his master's family? But the facts made him very depressed, in the small village where the janitor man lived, people were very kind to the old man, and the old man even had two adopted sons, who were filial to each other, and he had never heard of any revenge at all. According to their recollections, the old man was mute, illiterate, never spoke, and tried to say something before he died, but could not make a sound. Do you want to hide it from outsiders? Li Zesi looked at the sunset that was gradually sinking behind the mountain, and his heart became heavy. It's going to be night.

After the incident, the people who had settled around the spring had already fled, and it had become a no-man's land within a radius of twenty or thirty miles, and the reason why the bizarre incident continued was entirely because the spring was on a hidden shortcut - if you wanted to take a shortcut to the west gate of Tianyuan City, it was easiest to pass through here. The deceased were all solo travelers, and they could have been spared the disaster by traveling together. Li Zesi silently recited this sentence, he stopped at the last turn when he heard the sound of water, if Zhou Hui and Shen Luo could come as scheduled, the three of them would be much safer. He looked expectantly in the direction of the Apocalypse, clutching in his hands two temporarily borrowed daggers, and the talisman bequeathing bequeathed to him by his master—a small phalanx amulet, which he had avoided by the government by gritting his teeth—and hiding behind the bushes with bated breath, staring at the spring that was faintly visible in his vision: it was at the edge of Li Zesi's vision, shining with a white shimmer and gurgling sound.

There were no timekeeping items in the wild, and when the moon rose over the eastern sky, Zhou Hui and Shenluo still did not appear. As time passed, the ominous shadow in Li Zesi's heart became bigger and bigger, and when he was anxious, he suddenly heard someone sneering very close to his ear. A bone-chilling chill rushed to Li Zesi's back, and he slowly turned his head back, his eyes suddenly widened. At the same time, the Chinese Mansion in Tianyuan City was brightly lit, a large banquet was held, and all the powerful young people gathered together. Zhou Hui was among them, drinking happily. Around him, Shenluo is on the left, Wenwen is on the right, and the front and back are surrounded by friends who smell like him.

Trained girls dancing right in front of them, surrounded by top-notch musicians, and filled with the smell of food and incense, this is a haven of all flashy beauty – and Zhou Hui, the king of Wu, felt that he should waste his life here, rather than wait until dawn and return to the dull reality. Wenwen and Shen Luo smiled heartily, and then she knelt down to Zhou Hui's ear, pointed to the music and dance crowd below, and said at an ambiguous distance: "Specially invited, Your Highness is welcome." ”

Zhou Hui tilted his head slightly, letting his gaze stay on Wenye's long hair hanging down presumptuously: "With you?" I'm not going to be polite. Wenwen beckoned, and sixteen young girls came out of the group of dancers in the hall, all of them with impeccable figures, and danced lightly up to the hall together, just in the banquet of Zhou Hui and his friends, they all danced their sleeves and swayed to their heart's content. The leading girl looks younger than Wenye, has an excellent temperament, and is well developed, and wears quite economical fabrics, and the men present are cheering together. After the song ended, the literati present asked her name and asked her to give her the title. The girls were also well-behaved, and they came up to pour wine one by one, and when they turned to Zhou Hui, King Wu waved his hand and said straight to the ground: "You are standing first because you are beautiful." ”

The girl was suddenly embarrassed and didn't know how to deal with it. "If you forget about the action and want to fool around, let's stand in the back row next time and do it." After speaking, Zhou Hui pointed to a girl with a slightly mediocre appearance at the back and said, "Let her come to the front." Everyone was still inexplicable, and the teacher had already come up and kowtowed, admitting that this dance was made up by the girl behind him, and everyone was impressed. Zhou Hui pointed to Wenye's wine glass: "I said it all, I'm never polite in this regard." ”

Wenwen poured wine a little unconvinced: "What is this, you can still pick and choose if you have the ability!" King Wu smiled at her: "Forget about anything else, these things have made mistakes, I want to kill people." Shen Luo took the flask and filled it for him, giving Wen Ye a look: "Then let's make tonight perfect." ”

Wenwen turned his face in the direction of Zhou Hui and smiled slightly, the latter's mind immediately went blank, he just tilted his head mechanically and poured the wine into his throat, and suddenly, the cheers of his friends drowned him out. On the western outskirts of Tianyuan City, next to the spring. Li Zesi slowly turned his head.