The autumn is high and cool, there is no hot yellow, the whole city is filled with a festive atmosphere, who does not know that there is no dream, who does not know that the city lord is married today, and the streets are crowded with people in the morning.

Yan Bingyun is not like the usual touch of elegant color, wearing auspicious red, hairpin gold crown, riding a white horse face like morning light, behind him, although the mighty welcoming team is not as dashing as the mountains and rivers, but it is also a long street of shaking horses, sheng flute and se, go around the east and west in the south of the city, turn to the Temple of Heaven to take a blessing treasure belt tied to the waist, and seek eternal Chang'an.

When the bride is welcomed, there is no one in the orchid building, and the original night comes to take a step, and the building is empty, and the blood is all over the place!

Mourning is greater than heart death, and the broken mirror cannot be rounded, but if it is for revenge, why is it innocent?

He leaned over, closed his eyes for Xiaohong, turned around, and looked at the phoenix crown Xia curtain she discarded aside, and slowly closed his eyes... After a long time, Yan Bingyun slowly spoke...

Half an hour ago, Jiang Se quietly sneaked into the room with Yujiang Han's urgent edict to find Wan Dai, and told her that the little princess was poisoned and died.

The third girl burned Wan Dai's note, looked back at several corpses on the ground, and unconsciously turned up the corners of her mouth, she couldn't wait to watch a good show...

Yi Lanqing calculated, as long as he still took care of that woman, he would never be able to become a big deal, even if he thought he could control the overall situation, but how could he have both? From Wan Dai's entry into the city to poisoning the princess, and then releasing the whereabouts of the fairy doctor, he thought it was foolproof, but who could guarantee the future direction of the situation? Don't forget, she can endure that woman for so long, but just to wait until today, to see that she is better off than dead!

After the three girls cleaned up their traces, they rushed back to Yunguo before Wan Dai, and she made other arrangements for the little princess to be poisoned...

Doesn't Yan Bingyun still have a sister? Presumably in the country of clouds, it's not good either...

Since the death of Queen Wu, the little princess has been temporarily raised by Mrs. Lan, and although Mrs. Yan, who has newly entered the palace, has not been able to see King Han for two months, the food and clothing are all arranged according to the queen's share, which makes Mrs. Lan have a headache, and the little princess has been poisoned recently, and the entire harem has been panicked, and no one has any extra thoughts to think about it.

Mrs. Lan, who was also worried about this matter at the moment, wanted to visit the little princess, and ran into a sneaky little palace maid head-on, which was exactly in her arms, and the new lady who was not worried about the opportunity to suppress Qianqiu was now sent to the door by herself.

"Isn't this the big palace maid next to Mrs. Yan? Why are you sneaking around here in the middle of the night, but what are you hiding? Immediately after Mrs. Lan finished asking, Mama stepped forward and grabbed Peach Blossom, forcibly broke her hand, and snatched the bag of things.

After spreading out the paper bag, it was really poisonous powder, Mrs. Lan immediately called the imperial doctor to confirm it again and again, and then sent someone to inform King Han, and then Yu Jianghan led people to Qinghe Palace and asked in a cold voice, Zi Yan never imagined that the next meeting with him many years later would be under this situation.

"If I say that someone deliberately planted a false accusation and threw the evidence of poisoning the little princess into my bedroom, and Peach Blossom took risks to save me from being innocent, would you believe me?" The man designed the whole set, but she didn't care about any of that, if he didn't even have the slightest trust, what else would she fight for...