Wen Qingwu walked on the long palace road outside the Dafu Palace, on both sides of which were the palace walls that I didn't know how much, and the corners of the wall were flower beds, dotted with red on the branches, swaying out of the spring.

Next to Dafu Palace, is the Sanqing Hall dedicated to Emperor Taishang Xuanyuan. Wen Qingwu walked on the road paved with bluestone slabs according to the palace in his memory.

This palace is so similar to the territory of Daming Palace in her memory.

It was a dynasty full of flowers, and it was a prosperous era where thousands of students dreamed of a thousand turns. In his previous life, when the mountains and rivers were broken and the motherland was up and down, he also looked at the window and remembered the prosperous Tang Dynasty a thousand years ago.

Remembering the prosperity that dazzled tens of millions of Chinese people like peonies.

The peony of Luoyang, the bright moon of Yangzhou, the pipa on the Qingjiang River, the drunken ancient sword, the smoke willow and the white bird...... There are also the bright and moving smiles of tens of thousands of folk women when they sing and dance in the suburbs......

Is the current Tianzhou Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty she heard about in her previous life ordinary? Like a hundred flowers blooming in spring, scorching its bloom.

Wen Qingwu looked at the sun-shrouded palace, with green tiles and vermilion eaves, magnificent.

Daming Palace, in the first year of Guangming of Tang Dynasty, was burned by the rebellious army at that time. Several surveys and repairs, and was ordered to completely abolish Chang'an City when Zhu Quanzhong entered Tongguan in the west. Since then, this palace group that has witnessed the rise and fall of the Tang Dynasty, the most gorgeous palace in the world, has disappeared in the long river of history.

Now, she has the privilege of entering this palace. The corners of Wen Qingwu's eyes curved slightly.

Even though it is not the Daming Palace, those prosperity and dreams are full of excitement and charming, and they still come through thousands of years and come leisurely.

"Pick me up the handkerchief."

Hearing the voice, Wen Qingwu, who was following the route in his memory, stopped slowly pacing in the warm sunshine.

Looking at the palace wall not far away, three or two women in palace clothes gathered together, and opposite them stood a girl in a cloud smoke satin skirt, hanging her head and burying her face. The tassels adorned with the pink flowers and shallow leaves on the head swayed gently.

"Did I let you pick it up?!" The girl who spoke wore a gold emerald leaf hairpin pinned to her bun and wore a light colored skirt. The voice was impatient.

The hairpin girl silently took a step back, turning her head to look at a handkerchief on the ground. There is a water glow floating in the eyes.

"Do you even pick it up?" Another girl in a purple bandeau skirt next to her lifted her butterfly pattern shawl, and stepped forward to push the hairpin girl.

The hairpin girl did not stand firm, and took two steps back. Fortunately, the maid behind her was held on to prevent her from falling. Once she was on her feet, she looked at the handkerchief on the ground. Biting his lip, he bent over slowly.

The golden hairpin girl grabbed the handkerchief handed over by the hairpin girl, glanced at it and threw it at the hairpin girl, and said angrily: "There is so much dust on the handkerchief, how did you pick it up?!" ”

"Lick all the ashes clean!" The girl in the purple skirt opened her mouth and continued. As the words fell, several other women next to him sneered.

The hairpin girl looked at the young girls in front of her, bit her lip and didn't speak, glanced at the handkerchief in her hand timidly, and then stubbornly turned her head away.

"Ignore us??" The golden hairpin girl asked angrily. stepped forward and raised his hand and slapped it down.

This is much stronger than the one that the general pushed. With a "snap", the maid didn't have time to help, and the hairpin girl fell to the ground.

She was never a meddler. Wen Qingwu turned around and slowly paced away.

Another 'snap', accompanied by the scolding of the golden hairpin girl: "Everything must be better than me." Who gave you the audacity to oppose me? Are you the father of the Taifu Temple who washes horses? ”

The girls around him laughed sarcastically.

"Wait—who's that?" Suddenly, a woman didn't know what she had found and exclaimed. There was silence around them.

"It seems to be Wen Qingwu?" The sound of the opening is very small.

But Wen Qingwu still heard it. She didn't stop, and continued to walk slowly.

"It's really her!" A girl exclaimed, "Did she just see us?" ”

"I don't know—I don't think I saw it, right? Otherwise, according to her character, she should have come up to find trouble. The girl said, glancing at the golden hairpin girl.

Wen Qingwu didn't rely on her identity to find Lin Wan in the past. So much so that Lin Wan, who walked sideways among the many royal wives in the harem, avoided him like a plague god.

"What about seeing?" Lin Wan, a golden hairpin girl, turned her head to look at Wen Qingwu and sneered: "Do you think she still dares to come up to me now?" was almost punished by the emperor and lost his life, and offended the concubine again. Don't clamp your tail well and be a good man, dare to come?

Heh, I'll slap her once. Speaking of the back, Lin Wan's voice suddenly raised.

This voice, even if Wen Qingwu's ears are not good, he will not be able to hear it.

"Then are you going to teach her a lesson?" Hearing that Wen Qingwu was disliked by the emperor and the concubine, several girls who had been speaking very quietly raised their voices. Eager.

As soon as Liu Ye heard this, he shrank and stepped forward to get closer to Wen Qingwu.

"Cairen, let's go quickly, shall we?" Willow Leaf Road.

Wen Qingwu wasn't ready to look for trouble, but she didn't speed up her walking. It was as if I hadn't heard those sarcasm, and I was in no hurry or slow when I walked around the garden.

"I'll clean her up later." Lin Wan said, turning her head to look at the girl in the purple skirt: "Lin Qin, you go and stop her for me." Lin Wan glanced at Song Qi, who fell to the ground and covered his face: "Come over when I finish teaching this cheap girl." ”

Lin Wan bent down and clamped her fingers on Song Qi's chin: "Don't you like to be in the limelight?" Words are better than me, poems are better than me, and dances are better than me. Let the commander and monk praise you! Lin Wan pinched Song Qi's chin and looked at her flower-like face. The hatred in my heart is even stronger.

"I didn't ......," Song Qi looked at Lin Wan with fear in his eyes. "I really don't have ......"

With a flick, Song Qi was thrown to the ground by Lin Wan. Hands propped up on a smooth bluestone slab.

"None? Why don't you do so well, I want to stop from the limelight! Lin Wan straightened up, Hulan Ruyiyun stepped on the slender jade fingers, stomped hard, and then grinded, gritted his teeth and said: "Step on your hand, I see how you still write!" ”

Song Ji stared at the hand being stepped on, and the pain made tears slide from the corners of his eyes. She gritted her teeth and said nothing. The tears on her cheeks made her look so beautiful.

"The next time I praise your dance, I'll break your legs!" Lin Wan said again, staring at Song Qi's eyes with jealousy and viciousness.

Lin Wan looked at her crying pear blossom with rain Chu Chu moving face, full of hatred, the strength of her feet felt that no matter how hard she worked, she was about to stomp on her again, and finally when she stepped on her, her body was hit by someone.

Before the foot that he lifted fell, his body was crooked.

Supported by the maid next to her, Lin Wan turned her head to look at Lin Qin, who bumped into her, frowned and reprimanded: "Lin Qin, what are you still doing here, didn't you let you stop people!" ”

"I... I don't dare ......" Lin Qin looked at Wen Qingwu, who was walking slowly and leisurely, a little afraid.

That plague god, his means are much more powerful than his cousin Lin Wan. and more vicious...... Thinking of what Wen Qingwu had done before, Lin Qin shuddered. She would rather fall into Lin Wan's hands!