Zhao Ping'an has always believed that death is eternal, and after falling into darkness, he can no longer see anything in this world.

However, in the midst of the exclamations, the neighing of horses, and the rumbling of thunder, she suddenly opened her eyes!

What caught his eye was a young Xuanjia general, with a cold face, frowning thick eyebrows, a flash of happiness in his eyes like the deep snow of the cold mountains, and a slight blame......

He looked at her condescendingly, the cool, gray light blurring the background around him.

But who is he? She didn't know her.

Yan? God? Heavenly soldiers?

"Eldest Princess! Eldest Princess! Your Highness, are you alright? Eldest Princess! ”

Suddenly, a circle of people suddenly surrounded him, obscuring the sky that had almost been filled by the general.

"It's noisy." Zhao Ping'an only felt that his brain was "suddenly" throbbing and hurting.

She subconsciously wanted to reach out and press the corner of her forehead, but she couldn't move.

Then she was stunned to find that she was leaning on General Xuanjia's body in an ambiguous posture.

To be exact, the whole person was half-embraced in a broad embrace.

Sticking to it was a cold and hard iron armor, but the strange warmth of the body seemed to pass through slowly, and you could even feel the blood flowing under the flesh and the beating of the heart......

"General Mu, please put down Princess Ping'an." A dignified and majestic female voice that was a little more than that, so it seemed cold and rigid, and the tone of the tone floated from not far away.

The encirclement of people flashed quickly and silently through the gaps, like a dam that had been breached by a flood.

The young man known as General Mu did not say a word, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, his arm was slightly forced.

Zhao Ping'an only felt that his strong arms held her up, I don't know if it was an illusion, the movements were extremely gentle, with a very cherished sense of caution.

Immediately afterward, her world changed angles, and her feet stepped on the ground.

At this time, although her mind was still chaotic, she could finally see everything in front of her: the royal street of Tokyo City, the wide and neat blue brick road, the prosperity on both sides, standing at this T-junction that is convenient for military defense, a little north you can see the majestic and magnificent imperial city, her home.

The front is the Xuande Gate, tall and majestic, the gate is golden-nailed vermilion lacquer, the brick and stone are engraved with the shape of the dragon and phoenix flying clouds, the steep cypress layer, the vermilion column color threshold. Above the gatehouse, it is the place where the emperor "rejoices with the people".

But now, the once lively eyes have turned to ashes, and the vermilion emerald green, gold powder and silver makeup are all over the place.

Even the sky was overcast, as if it could be pressed down at any moment, and it was breathless.

Yes, the emperor of the Great River Kingdom has died! The brother who loves her the most is dead!

Zhao Ping'an's heart was at a loss, and her heart was also numb, only an indescribable cold meaning surged up from the cracks in her bones, occupying her entire body and mind, making her hands and feet cold and overwhelmed.

Why is this happening?

She just went to Xijing to participate in the poetry meeting that Hanasaburo held every spring!

When she left, she was riding on a horse, and when she turned around, she could see her brother waving to her on the Xuande Gate, and the smiling, hazy face, how could she have thought that when she came back, even the sky was turned upside down!

Wrong! Something is wrong!

Zhao Ping'an screamed in pain for a short time, shook his heavy head vigorously, and bent down.

Countless images instantly poured out of her mind, like thunder, intertwined and constantly bombarded with all her consciousness and cognition.

This allowed her memory to recover quickly, but it was also full of holes and mutilation.

She lived!

She is the most noble princess of Dajiang Kingdom, although her father and queen mother died early, but her young brother who ascended the throne loves her very much.

Under the protection of the imperial brother, she grew up carefree, lived a life of fine clothes and food, wanton and willful, until on her wedding night, the news of the emperor's death came.

From then on, in order to survive, in order to succeed to the throne of the emperor's cherished son, she had to force herself to be ruthless.

Countless bloody storms and rains, in exchange for a lifetime of honor and wealth, and finally died a righteous death, with glory.

But what's going on now? Why is she back? Reborn?

However, others are reborn because they have suffered great harm, inhuman torture and need to be remedied. If she was so successful in her previous life, why should she do it again?

And!!

The trajectory of her past life seems to have left only vague veins, and she can't remember all those important things and important people.

Like, who is her colt?

But she knows one thing: the royal brother in the previous life died on her wedding night, and in this life, she has not yet decided to marry, and like everyone in Tokyo City, she is chasing Hua Saburo around.

So, there's definitely something different! Something has changed!

So, what is she going to face?

"Don't go." A pair of warm hands grabbed her cold wrists. Although she was stabilized and quickly let go, the inexplicable ironing sensation instantly scalded her.

Zhao Ping'an turned his face sideways.

Don't go! Where to go?

Entering the palace?

General Mu lowered his head when he met her gaze, but because of his extraordinary posture, she could still see his resolute face.

He was silent like a rock, obviously not saying anything more, but the two words that he had just spoken so clearly were deeply ingrained in her mind that she couldn't erase them.

Yes, there must be a storm brewing in the palace that can kill people, just like in the previous life.

However, there are some things that Lu Ming knows are in danger when he sets foot on it, and there are some things that are on the line of life and death knowing that he is meddling, and she must also do it.

"Thank you." She took a deep breath and whispered back as well.

General Mu raised his head suddenly, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Ping'an stared at him.

She still couldn't remember who he was? I really can't remember it at all. There is no impression in this way, and it should not have anything to do with it in the previous life.

But he seemed to be warning her, it should be well-intentioned, right? Or was it sent by whom?

"Princess Ping'an, please hurry back to the palace." The female voice interjected again, and was very close.

"The first emperor is a great deal, I loved you the most during my lifetime, you go and see the first emperor, so that the first emperor can rest assured."

The Emperor's ......

It's only been a few days, and the person who will inherit the throne has been decided?

It's so eager, and it's done.

With just a little memory of his previous life, Zhao Ping'an could sneer.

Turning his head to the other side, he saw a woman in her thirties approaching.

She was wearing filial piety clothes, but she still had a very strong sense of formality and gorgeousness all over her body, and on her beautiful face with a little age, the corners of her lips were tightly pursed, and the deep nasolabial folds made her look very harsh.

Jiang Shanggong's style is bigger than her eldest princess!

Zhao Ping'an found that she actually recognized this person at a glance, and then he felt a little clear in his heart.

She was reborn on the way back to Beijing, but the people around her were surnamed Jiang, and what did she mention about the emperor...... No wonder, after all, he is a capable confidant by Ye Guifei's side.

Looking not far away, a large number of palace maids and guards lowered their eyebrows, holding their breath and quietly, it was really a great majesty, just a Shang Palace, it can be seen that the sky has really changed.

And her personal palace maids and eunuchs were far away, leading the fallen horse.

She understood, and her mind was full of the first memories of her rebirth.

She's talking to Hanasaburo about poetry.

She heard the news of her brother's death.

She rushed back to Tokyo to mourn.

On the royal street, her always tame and vigorous horses were shocked.

If she falls off her horse, she is likely to break her neck and follow the royal brother.

Then General Mu, who came from nowhere, caught her, saved her, and tried to stop her.

So, she was born again.

But God is still very cruel, in the two lives, the death of the imperial brother cannot be changed, and she still hasn't even been able to see the last side of the imperial brother, which has become an eternal regret.

But she believes that, just like in her previous life, she still has things to do, and she must find the reason for her return......

There is never anything in this world that happens without a reason.

"Thank you." Zhao Ping'an thanked him again, raised his head proudly, and swallowed the tears that were about to well.

She ignored Jiang Shanggong and amplified her voice, her expression gradually becoming firm.

The eldest princess of Dajiang Kingdom, no, she is already the eldest princess, so she should be like this.

Then she saw that General Mu's body wrapped in dark armor was stretched straight, and the hand at his side slowly clenched his fists until it was completely covered by the armor.

There was a loud "boom", as if the sky was split by a magical force, and the precious spring rain fell fiercely.

This rain is long-awaited, and it is coming after a great drought that lasted for more than a year at the end of Xihe, and if it were not for the national mourning period, the people in the fields and alleys would definitely rush into the rain to cheer and thank God.

It is said that this is a good omen brought by the new emperor, indicating the coming of prosperity.

But Zhao Ping'an didn't believe in evil, only pulled his horse, turned over neatly, and galloped towards the imperial city resolutely.

Under the horse's hooves, the rain and mist flowed mercilessly.

With the thunder and lightning rolling through the sky, it was like the sound of dense war drums.

and, in the instantaneous downpour, General Xuanjia stood like a mountain on the streets of Yujie. The rain washed down on him, leaving a faint trail, but it quickly disappeared.

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