Mr. Ning, who told the story in the Jinyu Building, praised the young lady of the Gongsun family as having nothing in the sky and the earth, saying that she was beautiful and beautiful, and Hui Zhilan was full of poetry and books, and King Ming was born a good match.

In order to see the true face of the future Princess Ming, she waited outside the Gongsun Mansion for a full month before waiting for Miss Gongsun's carriage, who went to Baohua Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings, slowly drove out of the Gongsun Mansion.

The spring rain of March lingered, soaking the wet earth, and she stumbled on the muddy road, and she followed the carriage of her grandson's family for two hours to reach Baohua Temple.

Outside the solemn temple hall, she walked up the bluestone steps, and suddenly raised her head halfway, but saw a stunning beauty walking in the ink painting of the gradual rain.

The servant held an oil-paper umbrella for her, her hands tightened the snow-blue shawl, compared to her own full of embarrassment, Miss Gongsun who walked from the drizzle was dignified, and her posture did not see half a point difference, and the thousand green willows and fine grass breeze on both sides of the stone steps set off her noble and dusty posture.

She knew that her appearance was not first-class and good-looking, but she had always been strong, and she didn't believe that she didn't have the ability to compare with Miss Gongsun, until she faced Gongsun Huayu himself, and they didn't know each other.

However, that damn encounter completely hit her strength, and she finally let go of her pride, planning to spend the rest of her life to commemorate this lovesickness that belonged to her.

Wait until the beginning of the autumn cold of that year, the fragrance of chrysanthemums covered her gloom, since her father died, as the sister of the Ming Wang, she has lived in the Ming Wangfu for many years, she coldly watched the sixteen sedan chairs of the Ming Wangfu ushered in the eldest lady of the Gongsun family - the future head of the Ming Wangfu.

It was time for her to leave, she thought.

On that day, the war achievements were remarkable, and he had just been named the "Great General King" by the new emperor, and the emperor was pardoned by the world, and all the people praised him.

Thinking back to that day, she always felt that whose hand was in charge or controlled or manipulated the fate of many people related to that day, such as Yan Shao, who was newly married and bereaved his wife, such as Yan Xian, the new emperor who fell in love with her at first sight, and Gongsun Huayu, who was famous......

"Ah Yan, although I don't like Miss Gongsun, but such a beautiful woman should not die on the most beautiful and unforgettable day in her life, but the golden scimitar cut her neck, and the blood ...... More than blood like streams of water...... It was the most cruel scene in the world, and I couldn't forget it, and he couldn't forget it, so he turned back to South Korea to take revenge. ”

The light of the night pearl shone brightly on me, and my eyes were white, and Jian Ling removed all the palace maids who kept vigil in the dormitory, and let me rest in the blue gauze cabinet inside.

My sleep was already lighter than ordinary people, and I had always had the problem of choosing a seat, although Jian Lingren had burned the incense early on, but the past she talked about was filled with a strong smell of blood, which stimulated my nerves and made me depressed.

In addition, I just met Yan Shao's gaze twice in the Anhe Palace, as long as I closed my eyes, I felt that the cold was terrifying, and it was naturally even more difficult to sleep peacefully.

"Niangniang...... "It was a sleepless night, so I simply got up, "How does King Ming feel for Miss Gongsun?" ”

"Ah Yan, how about you call me Ah Ling in the future?" Jian Ling seemed deliberately evading my question.