[Please allow me to compose a song, take love as a string, heart as a board, play until the sea is dry and rotten, and never retreat. 】

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South Vietnam 257 years.

Winter.

The Eldest Princess's Mansion.

South Vietnam is southern, it is rare to snow, Changhuan put on a coat and sat up before dawn, she stood in front of the window, looking at the white snow outside slightly distracted, she stretched out her hand, caught a snowflake, and a dark light flashed in her eyes.

Instantly regained his calm, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, "South Vietnam hasn't snowed for twelve years, what will happen this time?" ”

She arrived at the fifth watch at this stop, the outside was white, there was a lot of snow on the roof, and snowflakes continued to float in the air, like pear petals blown down, scattered and scattered, revealing a bit of pathos.

"Someone."

"Princess."

As soon as Chang Huan's words fell, Cui Ping opened the door and walked in when she heard the movement, she bent down slightly and didn't dare to look directly.

"Wash up, go to court."

Chang Huan said very little, she didn't look at Cui Ping, she turned around and walked directly to the screen and hung the clothes on her body, and after Cui Ping heard Chang Huan's words, she didn't go to help change her clothes, but hurriedly went out to prepare washing water.

As soon as she got outside, she breathed a sigh of relief, and turned her head slightly to look at Chang Huan in the room a little distracted.

Princess She ...... Aren't you tired?

This is what Cui Ping has always wanted to ask, but he has never had the courage, he gets up every day on the fifth watch to go to court, and then stays in the palace to supervise the emperor's homework.

I stayed for a day, and I didn't go back to the princess's mansion until the sun set, and I didn't eat dinner, so I went directly to the study and began to deal with the twists and turns, and it was until the early hours of the morning.

Until everything is taken care of, she will barely eat a few bites of a meal that is already cold, and she always seems to be like this.

Sometimes she could stay at the window until dawn without sleeping all night.

The master is not tired, and she, as a subordinate, feels tired for her.

By the time Cuiping prepared everything and brought the toiletry water in, Changhuan had already changed his clothes.

Wrapped in a bright red dress, wearing a black robe, revealing a neck with beautiful lines and a clearly visible collarbone, wearing a phoenix hairpin on his head, and three thousand green silk pulled up, with a domineering spirit that is not angry and self-threatening.

The princess is so beautiful!

Although Cui Ping stares at her princess every day, she will always be shaken by her beauty, the princess she especially likes to wear gorgeous robes, especially red, every time the princess wears a red court dress, it is like a fairy who has fallen into the world, and it is thrillingly beautiful.

"What are you doing?"

Chang Huan looked at Cui Ping, who was staring at her silly music, and frowned, she didn't like others to stare at her all the time.

"Slaves should be damned!" Cui Ping was frightened by Chang Huan's cold tone, and immediately knelt down, and a lot of water spilled out of the copper basin, wetting the clothes on her chest.

"Alright." Chang Huan waved his hand and stared at Cuiping on the ground, "Bengong didn't say what he wanted to do to you, Bengong will come by himself, you go and change your robe." ”

“…… Be. ”

Cui Ping took a deep breath, with the joy of escaping death between his eyebrows.

Although the princess is beautiful, she is also very dangerous and terrifying, and she is already the thirteenth personal maid.

Rumor has it that the other twelve maids were all killed, and not even their bodies were left.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but tremble, stood up tremblingly against the door, and turned around to go out.

"Don't look directly at Hongu in the future, because Hongu doesn't like it."

Chang Huan's voice came faintly from behind her, and her frightened cold hair stood up, and she just wanted to turn around and answer.

"Okay, let's go, it's cold, be careful of the wind chill."

Cui Ping looked at it and took a deep breath, and finally walked outside, and soon Chang Huan was left alone in the room.

The snow outside was still falling, the candles in the room were swaying, revealing a little cold, the road from the princess's mansion to the palace was actually not far, and it was only two streets apart, but because the snow had fallen overnight, the snow on the ground was very thick, and the carriage was a little difficult to drive.

The streets were quiet, the carriage had left deep rut marks, and the fire was burning in the carriage, and the temperature was very different from the outside.

In front of the stove there was a long table of pear blossom wood, which was full of recitals, and Chang Huan held a brush in his hand, flipping through the recitals, correcting them from time to time, with a serious expression.

The carriage slowly stopped, and the voice of the coachman came from outside.

"The princess has arrived."

Changhuan heard the driver's voice for a moment, and then unhurriedly put down the brush in his hand, picked up the fold and opened the curtain, and suddenly a cold wind blew in, and the snow hit her face again.

At that time, the coachman opened the umbrella and propped it on Wei Changhuan's head, she slightly tilted her head to look at the coachman who was more than half a hundred years old, and she thought about the name of the person in front of her in her mind.

As long as it is a person from the princess's mansion, it has to be verified by her, so basically as long as it is a person from the princess's mansion, she can search for information about them from her brain.

The person in front of him is called Chen Hou, although his name has a thick character, but he is dressed plainly and thinly, his clothes are patched with a lot, and his rugged body is shivering in the cold wind.

His wife died early, and the children he left behind were not filial to him, and they drove him out after taking the property, and Chang Huan remembered that he had been following her since early summer.

At that time, seeing that he was too old, he didn't plan to let him drive for her, but Chen Hou was stunned and knelt in the sun for two hours.

His mouth was tanned and peeled, and I later heard him say that when he was young, he often drove for the rich, and when he got older, no one wanted it.

Chang Huan quietly took the umbrella and got out of the carriage slowly, she looked at the front for a moment, "Go to the princess's mansion to get a month's salary in advance." ”

Chen Hou was stunned for a moment, then immediately knelt down, his whole face buried in the snow, and his voice was a little sobbed.

“…… Thank you, thank you, princess! ”

Oh, Chen Hou didn't hear any movement, he hesitated, and finally raised his head, seeing that Chang Huan had already walked far away.

The red robe dragged on the ground, and the beautiful girl held an oil-paper umbrella painted with Tumi, and walked towards the imperial city step by step, her figure gradually hidden in the wind and snow......

The snow she passed left no deep or shallow footprints, and every step was the same, slow and firm.

The coachman knelt for a long time, and it was not until the snow fell that he stood up, and a tear flashed in his eyes, and then he drove away in the carriage.

After the carriage left, a man in black walked out of the shadows, with a slender figure, and his appearance seemed a little abrupt in the pure white world.

He wore a mask on his face, covering his entire face tightly, revealing only thin lips and obsidian eyes.

He was like a sculpture, standing motionless in the snow, his eyes always fixed on the front as if waiting for someone to come out.

The snow fell on him wantonly, and his hair and robes were covered with pure snow, but even then he did not move.

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In the palace, a young man wearing a dragon robe sat at the highest place, with a dignified body and a dignified appearance, a pair of eyes like cold stars, and two curved eyebrows like paint.

At that time, he was sitting upright on the dragon chair, looking at the world, looking down on all beings, and condescendingly looking at His Royal Highness's civil and military officials.

As we all know, the Nanyue Emperor Wei Chang is only at the age of bundling his hair, and he is still four years away from the crown, but Wen Taowu is proficient in everything, and the help of his sister is naturally indispensable.

He turned his head to look at Chang Huan, who was sitting behind the curtain and had not said a word, and after making sure that there was no doubt, he continued to stare below, "What is the matter with Zhong Aiqing?" ”

As Wei Chang Tian spoke, Chang Huan also slowly closed his eyes, and he had no intention of interfering at all.

Although the eldest princess Wei Changhuan is now in power, she rarely speaks in the early court, and almost lets her younger brother deal with it alone.