Some people say that Cui Xin'er, the concubine of King Nanliang, is the most beautiful woman in the Great Summoning Kingdom and even in the mortal world.

Some people also say that Cui Xin'er is more beautiful than the fairies in the sky.

At that time, some literati who did not worry about food and clothing were quite good at clarifying the mystical theory, and often got together, talked loudly, and debated endlessly over some marginal topics.

After talking about whether the saint is affectionate or ruthless, debating whether chaos originates from existence or nothingness, and the wine is almost drunk, the topic naturally shifts to other aspects.

For example, Cui Xin'er, who is fourteen years old and has not yet left the cabinet, which is more beautiful than the fairies in the sky.

In the end, everyone agrees that the result is often that because of Cui Xin'er's amorous water-cutting eyes, she should be more beautiful than a fairy.

The fairy has a long life, and she must look down on love and hate, and she will not have so much love in her eyes.

Therefore, the fairy is not as beautiful as Cui Xin'er.

A talented man wrote a poem "Acacia does not send the spring breeze to the old, condensing into the water to paint the heart of the king", and the title of Concubine Ning came from this poem.

At this time, in the Qianhuan Palace, these eyes were looking at King Nanliang with tears.

"I'm only sixteen. She said.

The Qianhuan Hall changed the noise of the warblers and swallows in the past, and the silence was a little terrible at this time.

All the women in the temple were gone, and before they left, they were blindfolded and mouthed.

"I know," said King Nanliang, "why don't you go?"

"Sima Ling, you beast. Concubine Ning's tearful eyes were full of hatred.

"I know. King Nanliang still said the same thing.

"Is there really only Concubine Rou in your heart? She is your sister-in-law. ”

"Do you know what you're talking about?" King Nanliang was shocked, and his eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire.

Concubine Ning was stunned, her desire to survive made her clean up the resentment of Shicai, her eyes softened suddenly, and she called softly: "Husband." ”

Dressed in a veil, light pink and light red, the delicate skin of the sixteen-year-old can be broken by blowing.

The tip of the nose and chin are pale pink, and the slightly pursed mouth is adorned with sultry lips.

But the eyes are as bright as mountain streams, pure and innocent.

Degree of carboxyl fiber, Yuyue bee waist.

A stunner in the world.

She was begging him to give her the last glimmer of hope: "Brother Ling, you can't bear Xin'er, right? You find someone else to replace me and let me stay by your side, okay?"

King Nanliang stepped forward and lifted her chin.

There are thousands of tenderness in Concubine Ning's eyes, and anyone who sees it will be like being poisoned.

"Xin'er. He called softly.

"Hmm......" Concubine Ning bit his ear, "Brother Ling, I want to listen to you, you are reluctant to Xin'er." ”

As he spoke, he reached out to his waist.

King Nanliang grabbed her weak and boneless body and took out a pill: "Xin'er, eat this." ”

"What is this?"

"It's a good thing, brother feeding you, okay?"

Concubine Ning lightly opened her lips, her jade teeth bit the pill, and she rolled it up with the tip of her tongue charmingly, and swallowed it.

Danmaru was in her stomach, she just wanted to say something, but she couldn't make a sound when she opened her mouth.

Concubine Ning's face turned pale suddenly, her frightened eyes widened, and her lips repeated a sentence silently.

Why?

"Why?" King Nanliang let go of her hand, his face expressionless, "I don't want them to hear your voice of joy, isn't it for your good?"

As soon as the words fell, the two guards rushed into the hall, tied Concubine Ning's hands and feet, blindfolded her, and took her out of the hall.

Concubine Ning struggled hard, but to no avail.

She was illiterate, her voice was hoarse, and she couldn't say anything......

After Concubine Ning left, the Qianhuan Hall was completely quiet.

There was only a group of attendants guarding the outside of the hall, all of whom kept their mouths shut and did not say a word.

This is the beginning of August, when crape myrtle flowers are in full bloom. Qianhuan Hall planted a hundred crape myrtle trees, and this night of heavy rain, rain and wind, flowers fell all over the ground.

Before the wine dissipated, King Nanliang stood in the hall in a daze.

Today is Brother Wang's sacrifice day.

Day and night, the mountains and rivers change, the king dies, and the bones wither.

The downpour blurred his vision, and he seemed to see the dazzling prince, and walked straight towards him: "Ling'er, come here, Brother Wang try your kung fu!"

"Okay, Brother Wang, don't get too complacent!"

Drawing his sword out of its sheath, he staggered towards the figure, the sword flowers flew, and the sword shadows were repeated, but ...... Why don't you fight back?

Brother Wang, you will make a move.

Ling'er has grown up, and you don't need to make three more moves. You fought back, our brothers are not the prince and the king of Nanliang today, only you are my eldest brother, I am your seventh brother, just like Bian Du, these sons and brothers laugh and play all day long, isn't it good to have fun.

Why are you the crown prince, and why are you so dazzling?

"Brother!" the rainstorm is getting heavier, and I don't know when it's going to be a head.

The sound of the sword and the sound of the rain were entangled, and finally with a bang, the sword fell in his hand, and the young King of Nanliang knelt on his knees, his hands covered with blood.

"Your Highness, why did you hurt yourself!" the attendant hurriedly came, wanting to help King Nanliang up.

"Get out of here. ”

King Nanliang lowered his eyes slightly, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak, and slowly lay down on the cold ground.

......

The saint listened to the rainstorm in the inn all night, and slept uncomfortably at all.

The small star wheel she brought could be used for divination with someone's personal belongings, and she had a whim to deduce it from the last dried fruit she had left, and calculated that Ah Gu would come to her today.

If there are no accidents, she should be able to enter the palace soon.

Sure enough, early in the morning, Ah Gu came to knock on the door.

He must have been running around for the past two days, and he looked tired, but as soon as he saw her, his eyes lit up again.

"Sister," as soon as the door was opened, Ah Gu entered the door unceremoniously, "Have you eaten the preserved fruit?"

"I ate it, I just finished the last piece yesterday," the saint smiled, "how is it?

"Don't worry," Ah Gu took out a small bag from his arms again, "Guess what? ”

The small bag looked very delicate, and when I opened it was a bag of candied fruit, which was even and full, and it was sweet and fragrant just by smelling it. And each grain is exactly the same size, and the outside is covered with a thin rice film.

Although the saint didn't recognize any signs of royal preserves, looking at it like this, this thing would definitely not be found anywhere else except for the extravagant summoning of the royal family.

"You mean," said the holy woman, taking a candied fruit and putting it in her mouth, "it is done?"

"Of course! Canglang Alliance is not a vegetarian, and everything must be prepared with both hands, and it will never miss. ”

"When can I enter the palace?" asked the saint.

"Tomorrow," Ah Gu's expression suddenly became serious, "Sister, be careful." ”

"Got it," said the holy woman, "to-morrow I'll see you on the plane." ”

The next day, the plan went well.

After the saint entered the palace, she first met the current prince of the East Palace, King Anyang, and his wife, Concubine Rou.

King Anyang is about thirty years old, with a cold temperament, but the concubine is kind and as her name suggests.

Legend has it that the emperor of the Great Summoning Kingdom is already very sick and dying, and he can't even speak. With the current chaos in the world, it is no wonder that the crown prince is in a hurry to find all the information to speculate on the life limit of his father.

The holy maiden entered the emperor's palace with several maidservants, and the crown prince and concubine Rou were also on her side. The smell of incense in this dormitory is unusually strong.

Because the dragon's face cannot be easily peeped by outsiders, the saint can only divinate through a translucent gauze curtain.

Looking through the curtain, there was a person lying on the dragon bed, and he could vaguely see the gray hair.

The saint took out the star wheel and used the sunlight to cast an infinite number of projections on the ground. She deduces carefully, words in her mouth, and sometimes she holds a pen to record something.

About half an hour later, the lips that had been chanting the incantation suddenly tightened.

In this half an hour, the Holy Maiden had already deduced it twice, but the result of both times was exactly the same.

The emperor is long gone.