On May 26, the first year of the first century, Wei Wenchu succeeded as the eleventh emperor of Wei and granted amnesty to the world. Prince Mu Wei Wenyan had a meritorious role in capturing traitors and was the founder of the country. For a time, more than seventy percent of Wei's troops were in his hands, and the tree was a big move, and I don't know how many treacherous turmoil were hidden behind it.

On the first day of June, a banquet was held in the harem, and she was on the sickbed for a long time, so she could finally come out to breathe. It's just that what seems to be flashy and wonderful in this banquet is actually a murderous motive, and under every smiling and beautiful face hides another ugly face that cannot be revealed.

As the queen, Jiayang was dressed in a red palace dress embroidered with gold thread and the morning sun and the moon soaring, the hem of the clothes was winding a few feet behind her, and her thin waist was tied with a gold silk cloud belt, showing her slender figure. The temples are embellished with jasper phoenix hairpins, and in the middle of the hairpin is a winged phoenix with ruby golden steps. The dignified and magnificent face is full of luxury, and the gestures and smiles are indescribably charming.

Jiayang hired Tingting to walk to the front of the phoenix chair and sit down, and everyone knelt down the mountain and shouted: "See the queen mother, the queen mother is a thousand years old and a thousand years old!" ”

"Excuse me!"

The sound of silk and bamboo wind music suddenly sounded during the banquet, the sound of staggering, and the low laughter of words was endless, full of falsehood. After the dance during the banquet, Princess Kang got up and bowed and said, "The concubine has prepared a song, which is specially dedicated to the queen." ”

I saw her move to sit in front of the hall, slowly raise her hand, and pluck her ten fingers back and forth on the strings. The sound of the piano came slowly from the ears, like a woman in the boudoir complaining and a bird singing softly; Suddenly, the sound of the piano turned, and there was a great tendency of turbulence hitting the stone, surging and surging, which made people marvel.

Dugu Muyu was also impressed by the melodious piano sound, putting aside prejudice, it seems that Princess Kang's appearance is also superior. A pair of delicate apricot eyes on the palm-sized face, and a delicate cherry mouth that looks like it wants to say goodbye. As the movements of her hands stopped, the sound of the piano lingered, and she got up and owed a debt.

Everyone was still intoxicated by the gentle sound of the piano, and Jiayang cast an appreciative look and smiled: "Princess Kang's song is really extraordinary, and the aftermath lingers for three days, and the palace is rewarded!" ”

Princess Kang owed a debt and said with a smile: "Concubine Xie Queen Mother for the reward!" After that, he sat down with a light lotus step, looked at her with an indescribable chuckle on his face and said: "Prince and Princess Mu personally captured the traitor and made the concubines admire, I have heard that Prince and Princess Mu are both talented, it is better to invite Prince Mu to show her talents, presumably Prince Mu will not refute the concubine's intentions!" ”

Sure enough, this Princess Kang is only suitable for being a vase quietly, and her talent is unique? She didn't know anything of her own, where did this smiling tiger come from. If she resigns, I am afraid that this wolf in sheep's clothing will say that she is not interesting and refute everyone's interest. She took a sip of tea and said lazily: "Princess Kang praises falsely, the concubine is not talented, can you dance the sword to help you have fun?" ”

"Good!" Jiayang Qi echoed, and immediately ordered someone to give her a sword.

With a stretch of her wrist, the thin and soft long sword came out of its sheath, and with a wave of her wrist, the long sword danced gently with the melodious sound of the piano, and the sword light shone brightly. I saw her waist swing slightly, and the long sword flickered. A blue figure stepped into the air, and the long sword pointed directly at Princess Kang, and the howling wind of the sword body blew past her ears. In the blink of an eye, she landed steadily, and the long sword fell precisely into the scabbard in the palace man's hand.

There was a low cry during the banquet, and she calmly hugged her fists at Jiayang, who was sitting down, and said, "The concubine is ugly." Princess Kang, who was sitting on the table, was still sitting in a daze, and she took a few sips of tea on the table.

It only took two successful forces for her to dance this sword, which was enough to frighten these women and children who played kung fu all day long.

Princess Kang held a handkerchief in her hand and chuckled: "Princess Mu is good at kung fu, and the daughter of a merchant is really extraordinary. Unlike concubines, who can only play the piano and do paintings, they can't carry their shoulders and can't lift their hands. "If it weren't for the useless straw bag of the fourth prince that day, he would have been defeated in the hands of Dugu Muyu and a female streamer. The person sitting on the phoenix seat today is her, and the hatred in her eyes is getting stronger and stronger.

During the banquet, the women covered their lips and whispered with a low smile, Princess Kang's words were nothing more than to say that her mother's family was lowly, and she was not as knowledgeable as them.

She opened her lips with a calm expression and said: "The concubine is not talented, she is from a common people, and her rank is two levels higher than that of Princess Kang. This sentence blocked everyone in the banquet speechless, and no one had the right to hold her accountable except for the queen.

Under the harmony of Jiayang, this banquet ended perfectly, and she beat her sore waist and stepped out of the Fengming Hall with the support of Sizhao. The boxy sky within the walls of this palace was dotted with stars, and she couldn't help but sigh that in the future, Jiayang was afraid that she would never be able to step out of this palace again, and she would completely become a prison in the palace.

"Prince and Princess Mu!" Princess Kang's soft and cold sword voice sounded from behind her.

She stopped, and Princess Kang slowly walked in front of her and said with a low smile: "It's not that a family doesn't enter the door, Princess Mu is really the same as Prince Mu, wooden and uninteresting!" ”

She was so tired that she didn't want to entangle with her, so she turned away when she owed her body. She felt a cold gaze burning at her behind her, and she couldn't help but quicken her pace. Open guns are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are difficult to defend.

Jiayang removed the headdress on top of her head that was about to break her neck, and Jingwen gently rubbed her temples. Suddenly, she felt the intensity of the softness change, and she looked back. Seeing Wei Wenchu standing behind her in a bright yellow dragon robe, she hurriedly got up, and Wei Wenchu pressed her down. said in a low voice: "Jiayang, are you tired today?" ”

Jiayang shook his head and said, "The concubine is not tired. She looked at Wei Wenchu in the bronze mirror with a sad look, and guessed in her heart. lowered his eyes and said: "Your Majesty is the first time to ascend to the throne, it is time to recruit concubines to fill the harem, so as to open up branches and leaves for the royal family." When she said these words, it was as if she was cutting her heart with a knife, and she couldn't stop even though she was covered in blood.

Wei Wenchu turned around angrily and said, "In the past few days, those old horsemen have been talking about this in Lone's ear every day, and now even you are forcing Lonely." Jiayang, the people next to me don't know, you should know that what Gu does is for you! ”

The day she married him, she would expect to work with someone as a husband, what a queen's life, and a mother's honor in the world. She didn't want to dominate him alone, and the faint ambergris on his body lingered on the tip of her nose, reminding her all the time. The man in front of him is the king of a country, and he does not belong to any woman, not including her, of course.

She picked up the post on the table and handed it to him and said, "Yesterday, the list of official eunuchs and women of appropriate age has been sent to the concubines. ”

"Smack!" With a bang, the post had fallen to the ground, and she half-knelt down to pick it up. Wei Wenchu's eyes were full of anger that he couldn't hide, and he watched her movements steadily, until she handed the post to him again. He didn't take the post, but said in a deep voice: "Since the queen is so knowledgeable and understanding, then the matter of choosing a concubine is left to the queen alone!" ”

She owed a debt and said, "The concubine has the order!" The tone was flat as usual, and his face was neither joyful, sad, nor angry. He gritted his teeth and looked at her word by word: "So, the queen is satisfied!" ”

After saying that, he rushed out of the door angrily, and in the blink of an eye, she was the only one left in the splendid Fengming Palace, and the faint yellow light shrouded the illusory palace. She crouched down and hugged herself tightly, trying to hide herself in her shell. Jing Wen retreated from the maidservant in the room, carefully stepped forward and took her into her arms, patted her gently on the back and called, "Princess! ”

The word "princess" caused the walls she had built little by little to fall apart. She buried her head in Jingwen's chest and sobbed, and gradually cried more fiercely, as if her tears had burst. His face was already flushed, and his body was twitching with crying.

Jing Wen let her vent, but when she saw the bright yellow corner in front of her, she was shocked, and she tried some force to push Jiayang away, but she clenched it tighter. cried indistinctly: "Jingwen, I know that I am no longer the fifth princess I used to be. But just for a moment. ”

"Ahem, ahem!" At this time, a clear coughing sound came from the top of Jiayang's head, and she buried her head to wipe the tears off her face. After half a ring, she slowly stood up, but still lowered her head, and Jing Wen retreated when she saw the situation.

Wei Wenchu stepped forward and hugged her into his arms, and said in a low voice: "Obviously so sad, why do you still insist on this." Jiayang, are you unable to get along with yourself or with your husband? Well? ”

Why did he come at this time, when she was so embarrassed and lonely. His words can set off all kinds of waves in her heart, and the sadness in her heart is even more out of control.

She cried so much that she looked like pear blossoms and rain, and Wei Wenchu only felt that her heart was pinched, which was sour and astringent. He lowered his head and kissed her tears lightly, just like his bitter state of mind at this moment. She was still sobbing and sobbing, and he began to wonder how much water Jiayang had in his body. Now the placket of his chest was wet, and her tears were still falling.

"Jiayang Mo cried, it's all bad for her husband." He coaxed her softly, patting her on the back intermittently. I don't know how long it took, but he felt that the person in his arms had stopped moving, and there was a shallow breathing sound in his ears. He bent down and carried the man in his arms to the couch, soothing her frowning brow. The sleeping lovely person suddenly held her mouth, and a few tears slipped from her closed eyes.

Obviously he is reluctant, he is obviously very stingy, and he has to force himself. Wei Wenchu began to realize that Jiayang's place in his heart was no longer a princess who was ordered to marry, but his wife, the person he wanted to join hands with for the rest of his life.

The height is unbearable, and the price of standing above 10,000 people is far more than Wei Wenchu can bear.