Zhao Huangge was woken up by the heat.

She felt in a trance that her whole body was floating in the sea of fire, and her whole body was torn, broken, and reorganized.

In his ears was the man's cold voice: "The princess's high fever is a sign of the evil wind entering the body, if you survive the afternoon, it will be fine, if you can't survive ......"

The sound was like a pearl of jade, but she only felt the itching of the roots of her teeth in her ears, and she struggled to open her eyes, but only to see the smoky blue tent above her head, and before she could see the face of the person in front of her, she sank into the nightmare again.

In the dream, the fire in Qiwu Palace burned for three days and three nights, and her body became ashes, but her soul wandered in the Imperial Palace.

Ironically, the Imperial Palace enshrines the tablets of the loyal souls of the Beiyue dynasties, and she is a person who can't even enter the imperial tomb in the flesh, but she can wander here freely after death.

But she never thought that the irony was behind.

In just a few years, the tablets of the military generals of Wenchen have almost filled the huge imperial palace.

And each of them was a Zhongzheng minister of North Vietnam.

Her soul can't get out of the Emperor's Palace, but she can see the situation in North Vietnam.

Nearly half of the capital fell, and everywhere it passed, there were starving prisoners of war, like hell on earth.

Zhao Huangge was both shocked and angry, and even more suspicious.

Even if North Vietnam is a mess, it is also a mess supported by loyal ministers and good generals, not to mention-

and Xiao Jingchen.

Although he is a national teacher, he is also an imperial teacher, even though Zhao Qinian is a brainless bastard, but with Xiao Jingchen, how can Beiyue be like this?

She wanted to escape and see the truth of the world, but her soul was imprisoned here and could not be freed.

Until—

The sound of the Buddha's horn in his ears seems to be chanting a long-ago ciphertext.

Her soul, which had been trapped for several years, finally left the Imperial Palace, but entered the Eastern Imperial Palace again.

I haven't seen him for a few years, the back of the national teacher is thin, and when her consciousness is dying, she sees him writing letters at the desk.

And that payment was the one who killed dozens of soldiers in North Vietnam, the commander of the Western Chu border pass.

Zhao Huangge's eyes suddenly turned red, and he almost killed with hatred.

is a national teacher who has the world in his heart, but it turns out that he is pregnant with the world of the enemy country!

Xiao Jingchen......

She didn't see the true face of the person in front of her clearly for ten years, mistook the jackal for a loyal dog, and connived at such a traitor!

……

"Princess, you're awake!"

Zhao Huangge suddenly opened his eyes, the red in his eyes had not faded, like a ghost possessed, so frightened that Jinxiu took a step back, and asked with concern: "Princess, are you a nightmare?" ”

Cold sweat soaked the bedclothes, and when the wind blew, the cool Zhao Huangge shrank back.

The girl in front of her has green eyebrows and eyes, combs her double buns, and she is both playful and cute with the coral ruyi knotted hairpin.

The strange and familiar eyebrows, the startled Zhao Huangge broke out in a cold sweat again: "Jin ...... Embroider? ”

Because of the fever, her voice was hoarse, but she could still hear that it was a sweet and soft voice.

But later, she was bloody for ten years, and she was a ghost for many years, and her voice was no longer as soft as it was at this time.

Zhao Huangge pinched her palms, cold sweat stained her clothes, but she didn't care about putting her clothes away, and looked around almost in horror.

It was a strange room, simple but neat, with a Buddha lotus blooming in the corner of the wall, trembling slightly in the wind.

With the sound of twilight drums in his ears, Zhao Huangge's heart moved, and he subconsciously looked back at the window.

The ginkgo biloba leaves are golden and the pine is still green.

But when she died, it was the depths of winter.

Her soul died in the world, and when she stood in the courtyard of the Eastern Palace, the ground was covered with frost and snow.

But at this time, the twilight remnant sun was like blood, and the room seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blood.

And the girl in front of you.

Her eyes were clear, and she could see what she was thinking with just one look.

Such a simple splendor......

She hadn't seen her in more than a decade.

The breeze was blowing, and it was clearly warm and warm, but she felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her throat, and a ridiculous idea suddenly appeared in her heart.

A story like resurrection from the dead, which only exists in the book, should come to her?

Jinxiu didn't know what she was thinking, and when she heard her call herself, she hurriedly responded: "The slave is here, do you feel better?" ”

The expression of the person in front of her was uncertain, and she blamed herself more and more in her voice: "It's all slaves and maids who are not good, I went to the Buddha Hall for too long yesterday and didn't guard you well, causing you to have a fever and not go away, please punish you." ”

Zhao Huangge took a deep breath and raised his head, and asked instead of answering: "What time is it now?" ”

The woman's voice was hoarse, Jinxiu's heart was beating wildly, and she replied more and more cautiously: "Princess Hui, it's the end of the unitary time." ”

"This palace is asking you - what year, what month, when and where!"

The anger in her words made Jinxiu more and more suspicious, restrained her fear, and hurriedly replied: "Princess Hui, it is the third day of the seventh month of the eighth year of Yuanxing, and here is ......."

"Yanhua Temple, right?"

Zhao Huangge lifted the quilt and went to the ground, pushed away Jinxiu's support, and walked to the window with his soft body.

On an early autumn day, the wind carried the smell of pine trees in the air, and the Buddha incense curled in the air, making her head almost burst.

July 20 of the eighth year of Yuanxing was her fifteenth birthday.

According to the rules of North Vietnam, a woman can have a coming-of-age ceremony at the age of fifteen.

As a princess, she needs to fast for 21 days at Yanhua Temple on the eve of her birthday, and on the day of her birthday, the princess crown will be blessed by the national teacher of Beiyue, announcing that she has grown up since then.

And that year's coming-of-age ceremony......

In front of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, she was detected by the national teacher Xiao Jingchen as the fate of the greedy wolf star, the main disaster, and predicted that she would "come to the world and destroy the sycamore"!

Outside the window, the twilight drum was heavy and long, mixed with the remaining scriptures and Buddha numbers in her consciousness, and Zhao Huangge gradually sketched a smile.

was clearly laughing, but it seemed to be bloody and bloody, which made her expression weird.

The sky has eyes, and it makes her go back to eleven years ago!

This year, she is not a scourge in the world, she did not support Zhao Qinian's white-eyed wolf to ascend the throne, let alone ten years of painstaking efforts to raise a fool who almost overthrew North Vietnam, and a jackal who collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country!

The woman's laughter was extremely low, like the chant of the undead, which made the splendid embroidery behind her shiver.

In my impression, the princess has always had a soft temper, how could she ever have such an appearance, not like a human, but more like the reincarnation of a powerful ghost!

"Splendid."

Zhao Huangge looked back, and the remnant sun shone on her back, making her eyebrows and eyes unreal, only the coldness was clear: "When the palace had a high fever, the national teacher came, right?" ”

In a daze, she heard a voice speak in her ear.

She remembered that voice vividly, even if it turned to ashes.

It's Xiao Jingchen.

Jinxiu was shocked by her appearance, hurriedly lowered her head, and said respectfully: "Yes, the imperial doctor is helpless, and the national teacher came to see you, saying that you are an evil wind entering the body." ”

He also said that if the princess did not wake up after noon, she would do something to exorcise evil spirits.

It can be seen that the princess's expression is cold now, and Jinxiu didn't dare to say the words later.

Zhao Huangge nodded, and asked again: "He is now, but he is still in Yanhua Temple?" ”

Jinxiu hurriedly responded: "The national teacher is in the small Buddha hall, do you want the slave to invite now?" ”

Hearing this, Zhao Huangge lowered her eyes, and the blood color of the twilight stretched her figure, as if there was a ghost attached to it.

After a long time, she raised her eyes to look outside, and her eyebrows were full of bloodlust: "No need, this palace wants you to do something." ”