In the twenty-third year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, the young four princesses, Zhu Xuanyan, were in love.

The eunuch saw that the little princess was wrapped in a picture scroll, and the figure on it was probably a child, looking at the little princess who was fascinated, her eyes had forgotten her mind, so she went into the painting, so she shouted: "Four princesses, four princesses, you will have to transcribe the three-character scripture in a while, three times!" Be careful of delaying the hour. ”

"Okay, I'll go in a moment." Ye Feng stopped and replied, "I'll go right away!" ”

She was so excited that she put away the scroll and began to sharpen the inkstone, her eyes were shining vividly, and she could look at the painting for a while after copying it.

"Hey......" The eunuch sighed, the fourth princess was so uncompetitive, and the emperor did not want to see Concubine Wang Gong's mother and son, in the future, she could only see her creation.

"What are you sighing about?" Ye Feng stopped asking.

"It's okay, it's okay, the princess is so clever and cute, and she is very smart, she must impress the emperor in the future." The eunuch said.

Ye Fengzhu knew that the people in this palace did not tell the truth, what he said must be false, he was neither likable nor clever, and sometimes his temper was stubborn and willful.

She paused silently, then put pen to paper again, and her heart was clung to a stone that weighed her breathlessly.

Since she was four years old, she was moved from the cold palace to Concubine Liu Zhao, where the Cining Palace is located, because she was weak and sick since she was a child, and the emperor died two princesses in a row.

Although Concubine Liu Zhao treated her like a concubine, Zhu Xuanyan did not have too deep feelings for Concubine Liu Zhao, she would rather return to the cold palace where she was cold and hungry than stay with someone who had no blood relationship with her, but when she was four years old, she almost died in Huangquan, so she couldn't be willful and stubbornly insist that she was right.

When she was a little older, she understood the right and wrong, and her hatred for the emperor and the people in the palace gradually sprouted and took root at that time, but she simply hated him, and she didn't think about the truth clearly.

Every late at night, she would cry for some reason, afraid of being heard, and choked in the silence, but no one stretched out their hands to give her a warm hug.

The next day, she cried and swollen her eyes, and quietly covered her face with a wet handkerchief, the slightest frustration and even a touch of gloom caused by loneliness, even in the back, she didn't want people to see it.

"She is obedient and perverse, conformist and rebellious and willful, quiet and lively, like a gust of wind, and like a mirror that is not alarmed." The teachers at Hallym Academy often "praised" her like this, and she didn't know whether to be relieved by this pertinent understanding or to feel sad because of the facts.

From where did it start, the only thing that pleased her was the childe character on this picture scroll, only he would not judge her and correct her.

And voila! He was born with a handsome face, and his eyes were deep and charming, and when he glanced at him carelessly or unintentionally, she smiled happily, and stopped in place, staring intently, and forgetting her mind, so that she could not help but be noticed, so she secretly hid the painting, and only before she went to bed at night, and bare it in the bed, and looked at it alone.

He always looked at her gently, maybe she looked at her gently! She smiled, the corners of her mouth curling.

Since then, she has seen it as a unique sustenance, and she will never cry again because she feels lonely.

When she fell asleep, she held him in her arms, gently and carefully in her arms, and she would dream of his face from time to time.

He will protect her and not let her be harmed in any way.

"Hahahaha, do you see this young lady laughing?" The palace maid whispered, covering her mouth and chuckling.

"I guess it's a spring dream!" Another slightly older palace maid said.

She was awakened by the sound, but she also closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, listening curiously, thinking, Spring Dream, what is it? There was a rippling thing in her heart, which made her a little excited and nervous, and when she listened again, the palace maids did not move.

"Fourth princess Yunmeng, how are you doing recently?" The Emperor asked in his study.

"It is often a minor illness, a chronic disease with cough, a change in the weather, and often relapsed, Princess Yunmeng has a quiet temperament and is not easy to move, so the body is very easy to accumulate cold, and it is weak and weak, and it is easy to catch a cold in the wind, cold, wind and heat." The personal eunuch replied, thinking, what are you referring to recently in the past few years?

"Have you had a recent relapse?" The emperor asked, taking a sip of black tea, the tea color was moist and transparent, the aroma was rich and pure, long-lasting, refreshing, and he seemed to see everything clearly from the inside.

"Just a small cough."

"You've got a pretty thorough understanding." The Emperor said.

"The minions are just watching." The eunuch said, "Recently, I heard that Your Majesty has always mentioned the matter of Princess Yunmeng. ”

"Yes! I always felt indebted to this child. The Emperor said, "And most of my princesses have died young." ”

"I seem to have heard that this child is very thoughtful, and he is not interested in learning etiquette, so in the past, he must be depressed for a long time, and next year, I will find his master to teach her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, this year...... Then refine her muscles and bones, and pass through her spleen, otherwise when will she be cured of this disease?" The emperor said heartily.

"Then I'll ask someone to do it." The eunuch said.

He put down the teacup and held it gently, but it was like putting down a boulder, and he suddenly felt cheerful.

For the first time, I became attached to the sword.

That was the first time Zhu Xuanyan had touched such a thing as a "sword", the sword, so cold, sharp and cold, and the arc of its straight insertion seemed to fit perfectly with her stubborn character.

Every day a practice, ups and downs, in the beautiful and dazzling glow, shuttle her unique figure, willful pampering, swaying between a wave and a dance, hands up and down, sweating, trance, there is the face of "white feather official", she has a move, he blocks and cooperates, a smile and a cheek, that is the most fascinating scene of Princess Yunmeng.

She seemed to be smart at that time.

As long as she practiced the sword, she would imagine the appearance of the "White Feather Official" in the picture scroll, and she practiced step by step, as if she had experienced his process, and imagination was an inexhaustible source of power to support her goal.

Even the people in the palace were amazed by her sword skills, but only she knew what she was working for.

"If only she could apply that to something else." The sword master said, "This is the potential of a person!" It's a pity that she was born in the royal family. ”

"I heard that Princess Yunmeng's sword practice has reached the point of going crazy, and now in half a year, the sword has been used to the point of being superb." The eunuch beside the emperor said, "I can't guess that Princess Yunmeng originally came here to exercise. ”

"Take her sword, it's not like other princes and princesses study ancient books and classics, work hard to be popular, play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and abide by the duty of a princess, but they are so thorough in playing with knives and guns, it is not a rule." The emperor was displeased.

The eunuch sighed slowly in his heart, and thought, Princess Yunmeng, you can ask for more blessings for yourself! As long as the rules are in order, it is the best reward for Concubine Wang Gong's childbirth.

Ye Feng stopped detaching from the past, and didn't feel a drop of clear tears flowing down his cheeks.

She tugged at the sword tightly, as if she had held the scroll tightly in her arms in the past, but the thing in her hand was no longer it, and for a moment, the slightest loneliness that had been left made her so moved.

She misses her mother Concubine Wang Gong and her brother Zhu Changluo, she once had a dream, that is, one day her brother becomes the emperor, at that time, their family is reunited, and she no longer has to endure the cold faces and ridicule of everyone in the palace.

Pouring water and walking in front, Ye Feng hesitated, she really wanted to vent happily.

Tears swirled in her eyes, and Wu Wuqing's gaze fell on her in an instant, but she didn't realize it.

She wiped away her tears and ran to the side, her pouring water away in a trance.

Douda's tears were like bubbling springs, like the lines of a broken chain, like a butterfly that lost its wings and couldn't fly, she kept sobbing, and at this time, someone suddenly came to her side. After noticing it, Ye Feng stopped twitching, she was most afraid that others would see her embarrassed appearance.

"Girl, give it." Wu Wuqing handed her a handkerchief from behind.

Ye Feng stopped and turned around, lowered his eyebrows and said, "No need, thank you, childe."

When she raised her eyes to see Wu Wuqing, the tears in her eyes swirled back and forth, and even Wu Wuqing, who was a cold son, felt pitiful.

After a pause, the wind was as quiet as the wind, and suddenly poured water and punched over, knocking Wu Wuqing to the ground.

"What did you do?" Pouring water asked, viciously picking up the hem of his robe.

"What do you want me to do?" Wu Wuqing said lightly, a grim smile disappeared in a flash, and his eyes glanced to the side.

"......" Ye Feng stopped speechless, stunned.

"I'm sorry, it's me who is not good, crying, nothing to do ...... Someone else's business. ”

Pouring water and letting go, without answering a word, he walked away without even looking at her.

Ye Feng paused for a chill, surprise, horror, worry, fear, embarrassment, and complex feelings poured into his heart.

She wiped away the tears that poured out of the corners of her eyes at some point, choked up several times, and left as if she was worried.

How could he think so much of himself?

Think you're such a flirtatious and pretentious woman?

Did he think that the last time he cried was in front of other men, so he used a trick?

"......" Wu Wuqing looked at it, at a loss, he has always been cold and arrogant, how could he be moved by a woman he met for the first time?

But at this moment, he inexplicably cared about her opinion, and as soon as he left, what would she think of this Wu Wuqing son......

But in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he still pretended to be the same, but his eyebrows were furrowed slightly, and he passed by him with a steady step.

"Si Fan......" Ye Feng stopped reading his words, he didn't pause, and continued to walk.

Her heart jumped, but she still couldn't help screaming, as if she had fulfilled a long-cherished wish for many years.

At this time, even she herself doubted whether she was the woman who was called the water-based poplar in the eyes of people.

She looked at him, and also imagined whether she could have him, Ye Fengzhu shook her head in confusion, she must explain to him in person, she watched him cry, not what he imagined in his eyes, how could she use Chu Chu's pitiful appearance to seduce him when she met a man, she just couldn't help but see him crying.

But after much thought, she still suppressed this naïve and stupid idea.

She was restless, but she still couldn't help but be tired, and fell asleep in chaos, in a guest room in the side room.

His head was groggy, as if he had been embedded in a piece of iron, Ye Fengzhu woke up from his dream, his face was dazed, and he was stunned.