You Huan froze in place, her body stiffened, as if she was frozen in ice, and she couldn't move.

I could only continue to listen to Empress Li and say: "The crown prince will be the emperor in the future, do you think you can be a good queen in the future?" Or are you willing to be one of the concubines in the harem, praying to God and worshiping Buddha every day, hoping that the emperor can turn over his own brand today? ”

Three palaces and six courtyards, concubines and concubines, the only woman who can see the emperor at any time is the queen.

"Baili Youhuan, if you are like this now, sooner or later you will kill the prince." Empress Li said a word, and her vermilion lips opened and closed, "Bengong asserted." ”

Queen Li didn't press Youhuan in Weiyang Palace, and asked Mama Wang to send her out of Weiyang Palace, and she didn't even pursue Youhuan for hurting her.

You Huan walked on the long palace road in despair, the evening dusk dyed the clouds red in the sky, the luxuriant ginkgo trees on the other side of the palace wall drew long branches, and the afterglow of the sky hit the shadows of the leaves on the vermilion palace wall.

The figure on the palace wall stopped, the green silk was blown by the wind, and the steps in the hair swayed gently, as if playing music to the swirling leaves in the air.

Dou Da's crystal tears fell to the ground, forming small gray circles, and his breathing slowly became rapid.

Su Jingsheng...... Su Jingsheng...... Su Jingsheng......

Youhuan recited this name in her heart, and every time she read it, her heart was like a knife, and her whole body was full of pain.

The memories that have been sealed for many years have come up again, and with their feelings for Su Jingsheng and Su Jingming, they are even heavier than His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at this moment.

But Zhao Huajin brought hope to Youhuan, while Su Jingsheng left Youhuan with despair, like an invisible force pressing her to sink underwater, making her unable to breathe and making her unable to take care of anything else.

You Huan squatted down, hugged herself tightly, and her right hand was holding her left shoulder, and there was not only a cinnabar mole that could make Zhao Huajin crazy on her collarbone under the shoulder, but also a hideous scar.

Youhuan opened her mouth, trying her best to control her crying, but in the end she couldn't help but cover her mouth, and let out a whimper and roar in her throat, tears welling up.

Su Jingsheng...... Su Jingming...... More than 100 lives were lost in the Su family......

The shadows of the trees on the palace wall were mottled, the little people were curled up helplessly and trembling, and the long palace road was so quiet that there was only the sound of whirring wind, and the suppressed cries dispersed with the wind.

Jingzhou, Zhao Huajin, who was about to return to Beijing, suddenly seemed to feel something, and his chest tightened.

"Your Highness, the embroidery girl of Baijin is here."

"Let her in."

The embroidery girl came over with a box with a dress, first saluted Zhao Huajin, and then opened the wooden box and said: "According to the requirements of His Royal Highness, this dress grass people urged ten embroidery girls to make it for three days, and now it has been weaved, please take a look." ”

The new style of dress is very different from the skirt that prevailed in the Ye Dynasty, Zhao Huajin reached out and touched the dress, imagining the appearance of Youhuan wearing it.

It must be very good-looking.

In a mass grave outside the capital, mosquitoes and flies flew on the corpses, and as night approached, a few crows rested on the branches.

Many of the corpses, coarsely rolled in straw mats, were half-hidden in the earth, and their decomposing bodies were exposed.

Suddenly, a small piece of dirt loosened upwards, and a bloodstained hand reached out from the pile of corpses.

Xu Yu tried to open several corpses on his body, and then crawled out of the mass grave, looking at the stars in the sky, gasping for breath.

However, just when he thought he was born, a footstep approached like a talisman, Xu Yu turned his head hesitantly, and a black shadow was slowly approaching him.