There is a beautiful woman in the north, whose point cinnabar is in the center of the eyebrows, a smile and a smile, messing up the poplar flowers of the four seasons.

The person was dressed in a light purple robe, with pale pink tulle draped over his shoulders and lined with purple thin clothes. The person sitting on the dragon chair put down the paperwork in his hand and looked at it, wearing a golden branch on his head, and dozens of golden filaments hung down. There is a jade bracelet on the hand. Slightly powdered, cinnabar in the center of the eyebrows, looks very solemn.

But when he entered the temple, he knelt down on his knees and bowed down to the king.

"Aiqing, don't catch a cold when you get up quickly, I haven't seen you for so long. I have called you today, do you know why? ”

"The minister knows, the minister misjudged and beheaded, almost killed the talented son of Jincheng by mistake, and should not be suspected of believing the words of Gonggong Li." Chen Wensheng looked at the person in a bright yellow dragon robe and sitting on the dragon chair without humility or arrogance.

Those brown eyes looked at her for a long time, they should have looked at the world, and the eyes that looked down on Wansheng fell on her and became indecisive, as if there was something unspeakable, and he couldn't see through, he didn't say who knew everything in his heart, it was really cold from a high place.

"Yes, since you know your mistakes, then I am willing to send you to a remote place to be a big official to hone your temperament?"

"I don't want to!" She has a person who admires in this golden city, far away at the end of the world, and it is close in front of her, leaving here, which means that there is no chance to meet you again in this life, and why don't you know that I have a long love for your children overnight, what you see, hear, taste, think, and feel its source is Jun.

Seeing that his thin lips were pursed, the originally stretched brows were slowly wrinkled, which made people feel awe from the bottom of their hearts, but Chen Wensheng was not afraid and continued to speak.

"The minister has to obey where the king wants the minister to go, but the minister is no longer able to guide the king and accompany the king to dominate the world, he has no distractions, and he just wants to live in seclusion."

I don't want to see you again, why should I have the shackles of official position on my body, I blame it on the first sight, I fell in love with it, I was obsessed, and I accompanied the king for several years, and I had no regrets or regrets, even if it was fruitless.

"You are now the head of the ministers, the head of a country, how can you easily resign!"

He clenched the dragon head on the dragon chair with both hands, and his deep eyes looked at this person again, and his indifferent eyes were like a sharp knife, gently scraping the hearts of the people below.

Seeing that the purple clothes below did not speak directly, he acquiesced that the other party had compromised, and his tone eased slightly.

"Aiqing, let's pack up my clothes tomorrow and go to the territory over there, my identity remains the same, but I have changed places."

Chen Wensheng's pupils constricted violently, why did he have to go to such a far place, he was so disgusted with the ministers... Don't you want to see the minister so much?

"Your Majesty!" She knelt down suddenly, and her mournful voice called her beloved with the most respectful salutation, but the other party didn't know, how to respond, it was she who hurt and she was the one who hurt.

"The little girl is incompetent and talentless, and she is no longer worthy of being a big official in this court, and I hope to give a notice in March."

The kneeling man did not look up, and the petite purple figure knelt there, waiting for the king's approval.

Qian Yuchen slowly stood up from the dragon chair, stepped on the ground paved with fine white jade, shining with a warm light, and his gray-black boots stopped in front of Chen Wensheng.

"Wen Sheng, look at me."

Slowly raising her head, a magnified handsome face without a trace of tenderness, only an inch away from her, feeling the sound of the other party's warm breathing, the frightened person, stepped back, and his red and swollen eyes did not dare to look directly at the king. It's a weak heart, it's not dare, Qianyu Chen is the name of her heart and mind day and night, and the weakness of the heart is to respect him as her sweetheart, and she doesn't dare to respect him as the king of this country.

"Why are you always so stubborn, and you always refuse to listen to me." Qian Yuchen stretched out her slender hand to pick up her jaw, and wiped her delicate lips with her thumb, the prodigal and frivolous appearance of a generation of kings at this time was just like the son of the Qinglou outside.

There was fog in his eyes, and he couldn't really see it enough to look through the person in front of him and look at the place behind him, there seemed to be a curling mist shrouding the unreal palace, Chen Wensheng's eyes were empty, he didn't pay attention to Qian Yuchen, and felt the sharp pain in his jaw, so he came to his senses.

Putting aside her face and no longer looking directly at his countenance, "The little girl wants the king's approval." He moved back a little further, keeping their normal distance.

Seeing that the man stubbornly kept repeating that sentence, Qian Yuchen flicked his sleeves, and Fang Cai's tenderness was fleeting in an instant, and he stood up and looked down at her, "Since you have made up your mind, I will crown you Princess Xuanyuan before you leave." Choose a husband for you, marry Xia Guo, and choose an auspicious day to get married. ”

"It's not too early, Aiqing will go back to rest early." With a dull ache in his head, he slowed down his steps and slowed down.

"Your Majesty! The minister said that he served the king alone, and he didn't need this kind of childlike affection. ”

I don't know if the latter was forced to be anxious or something, he propped himself up and pounced on the person who was standing, and opened his arms to hug him fiercely, wanting to crush this person and become a part of her. First felt the other party's back stiffen, and then felt that his hand bones seemed to be broken, and he had to let go of his hand, Qian Yuchen turned around and slapped her unceremoniously.

This slap knocked the person directly to the ground, the hosta on his head fell to the ground and shattered in half, scratching himself, and his face was in hot pain, Qian Yuchen didn't even look at her and turned around and left the hall, and the figure disappeared into that darkness.

Tears flowed down again. "Feather Dust..."The empty hall sat on the ground alone, confused, messed up with makeup, surrounded by broken slag, embarrassed.

The cornices carved from sandalwood, the phoenix spreading its wings, and the wall panels made of floating windows and jade piled up with green tiles, this is the palace, and she is the courtier here only gets the favor, and is destined not to get the king's heart.

Late that night, the person who forced her to marry was the emperor, and he woke up the infatuated lover with a slap, and he was the one who made her die, the cold wind blew through the sideburns, and by the way, the bangs in front of her forehead were blown up, and a pair of godless eyes were under the messy broken hair, and the pupils were drowsy.

I forgot how I returned to the Zen Xiang Pavilion that day, and when I went back, the little maid was startled when she saw that she was about to lose her breath, so she made hot water to clean the wound, and served hot food and hot food.

"Miss, forget it." The maid's name is Xiaoling, and Chen Wensheng likes to call her Ah Ling, and this call has been called for several years, and the relationship between the two is like sisters.

Entering the inner room, Chen Wensheng smelled a familiar and faint fragrance, raised his eyes and smiled lightly and pushed open the bead curtain, which was emitted because of the sandalwood bathtub. The heat steames in the tub, emitting a mist that looks like a light veil...... Rendering a misty mood...

The body was immersed in the warm water sprinkled with rose petals, the inky green silk floated on the water, closed his eyes, raised his right hand to pick up the jade-white wine glass, raised his head and drank it all, but he didn't know that a person drank alone to drink lonely and sorrowful, and drunk was the heart, not a person.

"Why forget it, you persuaded me like this back then." What's it, why it's it, and what's it, I'm afraid even she doesn't know, she finally got drunk after a thousand cups that night, said a lot of foolish things, smiled and laughed, and left bitter tears in the corners of her crooked eyes.

Chen Wensheng wondered why he came to this country in a daze, the faint fragment was the blood all over the ground, staining the whole earth red, it was the shouts of killing, the sound of horns, echoing in the valley, the dead warriors were unwilling to give in, and the bloodshot eyes on the stubborn face were wide and big, and every time because of these, he was awakened countless times in the middle of the night.

When I first came here, many people thought she was a beggar, dirty, and everyone avoided her, but they didn't know that she was once a princess of a country, and now she is wearing clothes worn by others, eating meals thrown away by others, walking around the crowd barefoot, and was bumped into by Xiaoling, who went to the street to help her mother buy ingredients, and saw that she had no father or mother, and took her home out of benevolence.

Xiaoling's family is not wealthy, there will always be three meals a day, there is an elderly mother at home, she has never chatted often on weekdays, lifeless, since Chen Wensheng came, it has become lively, Xiaoling always bends the corner of her mouth and pulls her Miss left and right and shouts, although they are all girls who are twenty-eight years old, but Chen Wensheng's personality is obviously more calm, always smiling shallowly, talking a few words, mostly listening to Xiaoling's words.

Day after day, year after year, in these spring and autumn seasons, Xiaoling's mother had a serious illness, looking at her relatives who were bedridden all day long, emaciated day and night, and were about to die by the disease.

Xiaoling washes her face with tears all day long, and is busy at home with worry, because she is poor, she can only buy medicine in batches, and the money behind her is dragged first, and the money she just earned from selling her art is hurriedly paid. Chen Wensheng took care of her mother at home, and when she came back every day, her tired face, a few green hairs fell next to her godless eyes, and sometimes she could see a few bruises on her arms.

Chen Wensheng asked her reproachfully how she got an injury, Xiaoling always avoided her with various excuses, one day Chen Wensheng accompanied Xiaoling to perform together, but he didn't expect her to be the top brand of romance and rap in the Qinglou.

Rouge gouache everywhere, before you get close to take a look, the melodious piano sound inside will come out, the appearance is brightly lit, the singing and dancing in the building is leveled, the cigarette smoke is swirling, giving people a feeling of being real and illusory, the dancers on the stage are dancing movingly, fluttering in red clothes and light yarn, blinking the eyes of the autumn water, the corners of the cinnabar-like lips are slightly raised, and they look like they want to capture and indulge.

The woman in white who was stroking the piano on the side did not look up, only focused on her instrument and indulged in it.

"Sister Ling? Since you're here, don't lose your elegance, come up and dance for a while before leaving. The woman in red dancing on it inadvertently gasped, and the woman in black next to Xiao Ling looked handsome and refined, her waist-length green silk was tied up high, and there was only a cyan jade pendant hanging on her waist, and a few green hair hung down on her forehead, her indifferent eyes did not carry the slightest emotion, an illusion that she could distinguish between male and female. Probably that's how handsome a woman looks.

The gorgeous stage sings love songs and talks about love, but in this kind of fireworks place, how can you find a trace of true love? The drama is ruthless and laughs, but the world doesn't say anything, why bother talking about love between truth and falsehood.

"Sister Su." Xiao Ling smiled reluctantly and looked at the smiling face of the red woman above, and it seemed that no matter how much rouge she pounced, she couldn't cover her haggard face, she came out today to dress up a special time, probably for the current Qinglou stage.

The eyes of the people in the audience looked here, and when they saw Xiao Ling coming, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they saw that Chen Wensheng beside her had some rich sons who planned to spend a thousand dollars to buy her for a night, and the vulgar scene fell in her eyes, and her eyes still did not have a trace of waves.

Chen Wensheng saw that the people around him wanted to go on stage, so he originally took her hand and added some strength, and his eyes widened slightly, "You can't be in good shape these days, don't be tired, I'll go up for you." The two pushed and shouted for a while, and the woman in red saw that it was not Xiao Ling who came up last, so she sneered softly.

Although Xiao Ling is the top woman here, she only sells her art and does not sell herself, not to mention that she does not officially want to come to this fireworks and wine place, but she is in a cooperative relationship with Li's mother here, and when she is short of money, she dances and sings songs here.

The little sisters here saw that Xiaoling was not a person here and had this kind of treatment, so she was naturally jealous, she was harmless on the surface on weekdays, but there were more things to do behind her back, and the authorities were fascinated by bystanders, how could she not find out if she had more times, and if she didn't say it, it didn't mean that she didn't understand it in her heart, if she really made it clear, then she didn't have to come here again.

Chen Wensheng jumped onto the stage in a black robe and his boots stomped on the ground without much effort. The stairs next to her were also two or three meters high, and the people at the bottom of this jump looked at her with an impenetrable look.

"Yuchen, you see that girl is dressed a bit like a royal brocade guard." The boy opened the good ink-colored folding fan and shook it lightly, and drank a glass of wine.

"No, not at all." Qian Yuchen looked at the person on the stage wielding a silver-white sword, and in a blink of an eye, the sword in his hand was gone, replaced by a silver-white folding fan, could it be that the sword had become a fan? Interesting, he looked playfully at the people on the stage to see what other tricks she could play.

The original vigorous and powerful dance posture has become lingering at this time, and the emotions that want to talk and can't stop are vividly expressed. Her dancing is out of place with the people playing on the side, but it's also a different scenery.

At the end of the song, the audience applauded, Chen Wensheng jumped down from the stage, took Xiaoling's hand and walked out, was stopped by a son who claimed to be the king, and saw that the black woman looked unwilling, so he only asked the other party's Fang name and noble surname, and the other party only said that his surname Chen Ming did not tell him, dodging and letting people run away.

Hou Ye, who was sprayed with ash, walked back and looked at the person who was sitting: "You are not tempted by such a beauty?" ”

"What is the heart, I have three thousand beauties, and there is always one more beautiful than her." Thousand Feathers shook the wine in the glass.

"Tyrannical things, then don't rob this marquis, I like her."

How can a beautiful woman not like it on the side.