The early morning sunlight shone in through the window lattice, illuminating the beautiful picture on the wall.

In the beauty picture, the red wall is white and snowy, a red plum tree is proudly blooming, and under the red plum is a sleeping beauty, with an elegant posture and no vulgarity.

"There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent;

One look at the city, and then look at the country. ”

King Yan looked at the picture of the beauty and slowly read out the inscription on it.

He wrote it by himself ten years ago.

Gonggong Du respectfully followed behind him, and King Yan summoned him in, presumably something.

King Yan rolled up the picture of that beauty and handed it to Duke Du.

"Send it to Xinyuan and hang it in the little princess's bedroom."

This.......

Du's father-in-law was really a little surprised, in fact, wouldn't it be good for the king to keep himself day and night to see it?

But when he saw that King Yan had no intention of repenting, he had to take it respectfully.

"Whoa."

King Yan signaled, and the two palace maids immediately came forward to put on his robes, and in today's court, he will officially announce the name of the little princess and the funeral of Mrs. Jiang.

As he walked through the long road of the pavilion, he glanced in the direction of Xinyuan, from here, he could see the small courtyard of Xinyuan.

A small lump in the cradle was his noble little princess.

The nurse was playing with the little princess in the cradle.

King Yan smiled warmly, but he was pitiful for the nurse's little son, who was absent from his mother for a long time as soon as he was born.

Although Lilac always said that it didn't matter, it was her honor to be able to feed the little princess, but King Yan still felt sorry for her.

All he could do was to promise her little son a bright future, glory and wealth.

After a pause, King Yan put away his smile and walked towards the court, and a solemn feeling arose.

The court was already full of civil and military officials, all of whom bowed their heads slightly, standing upright, and knelt down in unison when they saw King Yan walking up.

"Zhong Aiqing is flat."

King Yan sat down and began to listen to the ministers talk about today's important recitals, and only after all the daily affairs of governing the country were dealt with did he begin to announce the affairs of the harem.

"Mrs. Jiang had a difficult birth, October 13, and was buried by the queen of the country."

"The little princess is named Suoluo."

When some ministers heard this, they began to discuss with each other.

"Mrs. Jiang actually had a difficult birth?"

"A generation of beauties died like this."

"October 13, isn't it the day after tomorrow?"

"It's an auspicious day."

"The gift of the queen of the country, the king does not have a queen, but it is reasonable."

......

Some people who have been fortunate enough to see Mrs. Jiang are sighing that Mrs. Jiang, who was so beautiful in the world at the beginning, was just a handful of loess in the end.

When King Yan saw them chattering, his whole person began to be a little impatient.

He slammed the startling wood on the table.

"Zhong Aiqing has nothing else to say, so let's retreat."

After saying that, he left first.

Those who were chattering with each other also walked out one after another, and from time to time some people shook their heads and sighed with emotion.

Soon, the news of the death of Mrs. Jiang Yingying, the northern beauty who was the best in the world ten years ago, spread all over the Kyushu continent.

Countless men who once admired Mrs. Jiang rushed to Yan Kingdom from all directions one after another, including some royal children, all just to send Mrs. Jiang away.

In contrast, the birth of the little princess did not cause much repercussions.

Xin Yuan.

Lilac, as a nurse, is taking care of the little princess in the dormitory.

In fact, this little princess is more obedient than she imagined, she usually doesn't cry or make trouble, whether she is taking a bath, changing clothes and sleeping, she cooperates quietly.

Whatever she said to the little princess, the little princess could immediately understand what she meant and cooperate with her, but she was much more sensible than the babies she had brought with her as a nurse before.

Lilac thought that it might be the reason why she lost her mother at birth.

She was singing some children's songs to the little princess and coaxing the little princess to sleep, but the little princess didn't seem to be sleepy, and listened to the song seriously.

At this time, a person walked in outside the door, it was Du's father-in-law.

Since the birth of the little princess, Du's father-in-law has been appointed to take over the task of the chief eunuch of Xinyuan.

Lilac stopped singing and looked at him, and Li Suluo also squinted at him.

Du Gonggong held a scroll of paintings in his hand, and he didn't know what to do.

Under the gaze of a nurse and a baby, Du Gonggong chose a more suitable position, hung the scroll on the wall with difficulty, and spread it out, it was a picture of a red plum and white snow beauty.

"This is the portrait of Madame Jiang, and the king ordered our family to hang it in the little princess's bedroom."

Du's father-in-law lowered his head and explained with a smile.

After saying that, he retreated again.

Li Suo Luo looked carefully at the picture of the beauty hanging on the wall, and it turned out that his mother was such a beautiful person.

In her long memory, it seems that someone told her that she looks very much like the gorgeous northern beauty in the world.

But I didn't have the slightest impression of my mother.

In the memory of her previous life, although her father was not afraid to talk about her mother when she was a child, every time she asked by chance, her father would mention something.

Every time there is a topic about the mother's parents, the father stops talking about it.

It seems that her father never takes the initiative to talk to her about her mother.

At that time, she was still too young, and then slowly, the memory of that young age was no longer clear.

So much so that now, she still only has a vague impression of her mother's existence, until she saw this beautiful picture.

The beauty in the painting is sleeping shallowly, wearing a white elegant gauze skirt as pure as snow, and the red plum and white snow, red walls and black tiles set off each other, it is really like a fairy in the sky.

For the first time, Li Suluo developed a strong curiosity about her mother, and she longed to understand the woman who gave her life.

She struggled to stretch out her fleshy little hand and pointed at the beautiful figure.

Lilac instantly understood what the little princess meant, it turned out that she wanted to hear the story of her mother.

"The little princess wants to know her mother?"

The little princess laughed twice, and Lilac knew that this was a sign of the little princess's happiness.

Her understanding of Mrs. Jiang is also hearsay, so tell the little princess everything she knows.

"Your mother, her name is Jiang Yingying, and now we all call her Mrs. Jiang, ten years ago, she was the first beauty in the north of the Seven Kingdoms of Kyushu."

......

Ten years ago, in Hongzhaolou, the largest fireworks place in the northern capital of Yasukuni, there was an Oiran lady, Jiang Yingying.

It is rumored that Jiang Yingying plays the pipa well, which can make the listener wander and get carried away, so many people come here, including many princes and nobles from other countries.

In Yasukuni, the people's customs are developed, and even ordinary people will not discriminate against talented women in the land of fireworks, but many women will take her as an example.

But the reason for Jiang Yingying's fame is not only her pipa, but also her appearance.

Those men who have seen Jiang Yingying have a saying, when they see Jiang Yingying, all women are ugly women.

So it was spread from ten to hundred, and more and more children came to admire it.

In the end, what the truth is, only those men who have seen Jiang Yingying are qualified to judge.

But although Jiang Yingying is in the land of fireworks, she is not selling her art, which also discourages countless men.

Jiang Yingying's monopoly of the Oiran lasted for about half a year, and on a snowy night, a fire broke out in Hongzhaolou, killing hundreds of people, and after that, Jiang Yingying also lost his trace.