My aunt didn't know the news of her marriage, and I didn't know if I would be sad if I couldn't see myself when I woke up. Thinking of the ugly woman who desperately protected herself, and thinking of the past of her aunt and Cui Yan, she couldn't help but feel sour in her heart, Cui Yan's eyes couldn't help but warm a little.

Cui Yan's life in the Prime Minister's Mansion was miserable, but her aunt really loved her. No matter how Cui Haoran treats Cui Yan, Cui Yan at least has a complete maternal love.

Cui Yan stretched out her hand, and the maid helped her out of the courtyard and walked towards the sedan chair.

Auntie, although I am not your own daughter, but I am attached to this body, I also empathize with your love for Cui Yan, in this life, one day with me, I will try my best to protect you.

Mama Wang looked at the slightly thin figure, and a trace of unbearability flashed in her heart. This is the queen's marriage, and she has never even had a brother who carries the bride.

*

In the winter of the tenth year of Longhe, Emperor Longhe of the Great Zhou Dynasty married the third lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The red carpet spreads all over the ten-mile long street, from the palace gate to the gate of the prime minister's house. It's just that the front of the Prime Minister's Mansion is extremely deserted, there are no officials to congratulate, only two big red lanterns hung high. Except for the bride's courtyard, there is no joy at all.

The originally sunny weather suddenly became very gloomy on this day.

The wind is cold and the snow is flying.

This is the seventh day that she came to this other world, from a concubine who was neglected and bullied by her father to the queen of the dynasty.

The concubine of the prime minister's mansion was married, and the road from the house to the palace was full of people. Ten miles of red makeup, the body of the queen, how many unmarried daughters in the capital are envied. The struggle for power in the capital is naturally unclear to these ordinary people, and all they see is the red makeup and the dignity of the queen.

The snowflakes flying in the sky, and the people who knelt down on the street, witnessed the wedding.

Cui Yan was sitting in the sedan chair, and the red wedding sedan chair carried the bride into the palace gate and drove towards the dazed future.

Cui Yan opened the curtain and looked out the window, in the early winter, everything withered. The snowflakes coat the surrounding street scene with a layer of white velvet, which is beautiful.

It's like her life is withering, withering. Although he is thirteen or fourteen years old, he looks bright, but he has withered.

Not knowing what awaited her in front of her, she was afraid, scared, but had to go on.

Snowflakes fluttered wildly, beautiful and holy.

She remembered seeing a description of snow in a book:

It was an unexpected snowflake, crystal white and flawless.

You are the elf who has fallen into the world, and you are the beautiful chapter. It was like a reunion, knocking on the door of the years, and illuminating the yellowed scroll in my hand.

Layer upon layer, fluttering, with the blessings of heaven and the news of distant relatives.

Cui Yan looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky, and secretly said in her heart: Distant relatives, where are you?

On the side of Chang'an Street, on the roof of the Zuiyue Building, a man wrapped in a white thick robe stood in the wind, his long hat hung low to completely cover his face, and his sharp eyes revealed a bit of indifference.

As if sensing that someone was watching her, Cui Yan looked up at the roof of the Drunken Moon Building.

The white clothes are flying, like the wind blowing the jade tree, and like the arrival of the immortals.

"Miss." Mama Wang reminded cautiously.

Looking up in the direction of Cui Yan's gaze, I saw that the eaves of the Zuiyue Building were long, and the hollow carved foil was very exquisite.

Where there is a half-figure.

(A certain monk: Handsome guys and beauties must have.) ）