"What are these white flags all over the street doing? Ho, the officials all wear white belts? ”

"You haven't been out in a few days, and you don't even know this? The princess of the protector is gone! The whole country is mourning! ”

"The Protector Princess? You mean Princess Danyang? Isn't it good that she's dead? It's time to beat gongs and drums to celebrate. ”

"Shh......h When the officials heard this, they will arrest you and put you in jail. ”

The people in the tea shop were in twos and threes, looking at the paper money outside and discussing.

If you want to talk about this Danyang princess, it is a twelve-year-old moth in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and she is a great scourge that is terrified by the whole court. is obviously a daughter's family, but regardless of the shame, she raised dozens of faces in the mansion, hooked up with courtiers, molested the powerful, played with power, and framed Zhongliang!

Everywhere he went, corpses were everywhere and the people were struggling to survive. His evil deeds are full of crimes, and the number of crimes is too numerous to mention!

If you want to write a biography of Princess Danyang, then there will definitely be many officials in the court who will jump out and add pen to it, and use the meanest words to nail this princess to the pillar of shame in history forever, so that she will never be able to live forever!

However, good and evil are rewarded, the eldest princess, who has been arrogant for many years, was finally imprisoned in Feiyun Palace for "murdering important ministers" in Daxing for eight years, and on the day of the new emperor's pro-government, she died of "illness" in her mansion, bleeding from seven orifices, and her death was extremely miserable.

The government mourned decently, but the people secretly felt happy.

Evil is rewarded! Well dead!

In the midst of a happy applause, snow-white paper money fell one after another, and some were rolled by the wind, spun in the air, and flew to the door of an official residence next to the official road.

White House.

In the wing room of the west courtyard of the house, someone turned over and inadvertently swept off the medicine bowl next to the bed.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, Li Huaiyu woke up suddenly, his heart beat like a drum, and he broke out in a cold sweat when he opened his eyes. Sitting up with his body propped up, he couldn't help but gasp in his throat, his eyelashes trembled violently, and it took a long time for the six gods to return to their places.

Where is this?

The humble wings, all furnished and inexpensive, let in through the mottled carved windows, shining the dust in the air, as hazy as fog.

Frowning and staring at the dust for a while, Huaiyu was a little dazed.

The door creaked open, and a maid with a basin of water stepped into the door, and when she saw her, she said happily: "Miss, you are finally awake!" ”

Miss? Li Huaiyu frowned and looked at her, thinking to himself, where did this ignorant palace maid come from? When was he born called "His Royal Highness", when was he called "Miss"?

"You frightened the slave this time, the slave almost thought you had died!" The maid muttered to herself, full of sighs.

Breathe one’s last? Could it be that she is not dying now? Huaiyu was stunned and took a deep breath-

It's really not out of breath!

She...... Not dead?

A tremor spread from the tip of his heart to his limbs, Li Huaiyu got up excitedly, jumped out of bed and threw himself on the windowsill, and pushed the wooden window open.

The sun shone brightly, shining down from her fingers and falling on her face, warm. The first few bushes of wildflowers bloomed just right, and the breeze shook the jade color everywhere.

After staring at it for a moment, she took a few deep breaths of fresh air and smiled eerily.

God has eyes, she is still alive.

She Danyang eldest princess Li Huaiyu is still alive!

The little girl behind her seemed to be frightened by her movements, her eyes widened, and she stammered and shouted, "Little ...... Miss? ”

With a smile, Huaiyu looked left and right, turned back inexplicably, pointed to the tip of her nose and asked her, "Are you calling me?" ”

Lingxiu nodded and looked at her puzzledly: "Of course the slave is calling you, Miss, you don't recognize the slave?" ”

Huaiyu thought seriously for a while, shook his head and said, "I'm not impressed." ”

Her last memory stayed in the Feiyun Palace, on March 27, she drank the Crane Ding Red given by the Emperor, spat out a mouthful of blood, and lay on the soft couch in embarrassment.

In front of her, a group of people were kneeling, kowtowing to her with red eyes and choking, and shouted in unison: "Your Highness—"

These two words echoed in the lobby like a flute blowing in the air, mixed with the cry of forbearance, which made people's hearts sour.

Then she closed her eyes and fell into darkness.

It stands to reason that she should be dead, even if she is not dead, she should still be in Feiyun Palace, why is she in this strange place?

Scanning around suspiciously, Huaiyu saw a dressing table and hurriedly leaned over to take a look.

The person in the mirror was very strange, with thin eyebrows and soft eyes, and his skin was so white that he seemed to have never seen the sun, and his black hair was like a cloud. With a palm-sized face, small earlobes, a slender neck, and a half-worn dark cloth coat, there is no meat on the whole body, and it feels like a gust of wind can be blown away.

It's not her.

The world knows that Princess Danyang is brutal and domineering, half relying on her royal status, and half because of her unparalleled martial arts. She has been practicing martial arts for many years, and she is full of steel and iron bones, where can she be like this bamboo pole?

But when she moved, the people in the mirror also moved, she grimaced, and the delicate face in the mirror wrinkled.

With a sinking heart, Li Huaiyu turned his head and asked, "What are the years and months today?" ”

Lingxiu looked at her in a daze, and said dumbly: "Today is the eighth year of Daxing, and the fourth day of April ......"

The fourth day of April? Huaiyu's lips turned white: "Princess Danyang is already gone?" ”

Lingxiu nodded: "It's over, today is just the first seven, and the government is going to be funeral." ”

Li Huaiyu: "......"

Princess Danyang is at the funeral.

So who is she?!

Shaking her head subconsciously, she felt that this thing was too bizarre, so strange that her lips trembled. After two spins on the spot, she said, "I'm hungry." ”

"Ahh Lingxiu nodded in a trance, "The slave will go and get you food now!" ”

Huaiyu nodded, calmly watched the little girl run out, and when she couldn't see the figure, she took a deep breath, lifted her skirt and rushed out!

Her body is out of the funeral, but she can still say that she can jump and become another person, this kind of thing...... If you don't see it with your own eyes, you won't believe it if you kill her!

Rushing out of the room, it seemed to be a very large mansion outside, Li Huaiyu didn't bother to look at anything, and ran through the corridor of the Moon Gate all the way to find the outermost courtyard wall. Look left and right to see no one, step on the debris piled up by the wall, and climb up.

She doesn't know how to embroider, but she is more familiar with things like climbing the wall and hitting birds, although the courtyard wall is higher, Huaiyu still climbed the eaves very chicly, and jumped-

And then slammed to the ground with a bang!

"Ahh With a painful cry, Li Huaiyu couldn't get up for half a day.

miscalculated, if she had done before, such a trivial matter as climbing over the wall would definitely be no problem, but now her body seems to be very weak, and she is not very obedient, so she fell down directly, which is really embarrassing.

But fortunately, the place where she fell was not bad, softer than the bluestone bricks, so not to be bruised, but her lips were broken by her teeth, and the tip of her tongue probed, and there was a smell of rust.

"Hiss-" It hurts!

Before she could get up, a cold light flashed next to her, and a murderous aura came in an instant: "What person!" ”

Li Huaiyu was startled, and when she looked sideways, she turned out to be a guard in a black robe, looking at her with horizontal eyebrows, with a sharp edge.

As for it? She's just climbing over a wall, and she's not assassinating anyone, why are she so excited?

The soft ground beneath him moved.

Sensing that something was wrong, Li Huaiyu blinked and slowly looked down.

There was a person wearing a green and amber brocade soft cloud suit who was pressed under her, the jade crown was still upright, his expression was calm, and a pair of ink-dyed eyes stared at her, like a black dragon breaking waves. Some of the white lips were dyed with a brilliant red, like flowers blooming on the snow.

At first glance, Huaiyu was a little amazed, this person is really a rare good color in the world, his appearance is good, and his expression is also good.

However, at a second glance, Huaiyu recognized who the face was.

This...... This man......

"Still not up?" He said coldly.

Hearing this familiar voice, Huaiyu's face changed from shocked to iron-blue, and he straddled him, not only did he not get up, but he had the idea of trying to crush him to death.

It's really a narrow road, Jiang Xuanjin!

The paper money in the sky fell down, Li Huaiyu pinched one casually, looked down at the person under him, and hated it in his heart.

The world said that Princess Danyang was blamed by the new emperor for "murdering important ministers", and then died. However, Li Huaiyu herself knows how she died.

She was killed by this Ziyang Jun Jiang Xuanjin!

On March 27, the eighth year of Daxing, a good day for funerals, Jiang Xuanjin's eyes calmly offered the crane top red, and the Buddha incense lingered in his voice.

"Greetings to Your Highness." He said.

Huaiyu wore her favorite Yaochi peony palace dress, sat on the Ruyi Hehuan couch, generously took the poison, and drank it all.

"Your Majesty must live a long life." She laughed.

This was the last thing she said to him, not tenderness, but with the unwillingness to turn into a ghost to take revenge, word by word squeezed out from between her teeth. As she spoke, she swore in her heart that as long as there was still a chance, she would let Jiang Xuanjin survive and not die!

Now, I really met again.