The bright moon is shining, like the moonlight of water pouring down from the nine heavens, the night is deep, into the initial quiet, and the sycamore leaves raised with the wind rustle.

The hazy night is quiet and peaceful, and in the room, the dim candle flame shines through the warm "color", which makes people sleepy.

Su Juan, who was dazed, was lying on the bed, cold sweat overflowing down his forehead, and his hands were stubbornly writing brocade quilts.

"Don't! Don't!

"Miss, Miss, wake up!" a sweet voice sounded in my ears, and it was so familiar.

Su Juan opened her heavy eyelashes, looking for the source of the sound, a delicate, about thirteen or fourteen-year-old "touch", a girl in a green dress looked at her with a worried face.

Su Juan sat up from the couch, her eyes opened slightly, and she directly grabbed the girl's wrist and said, "Zhao'er, aren't you already dead in the palace?"

Xiao Zhao looked at Su Wan who looked surprised and said, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Could it be that you have a nightmare?"

Su Xuan's eyes looked around at the furnishings of the room, it was very similar to his boudoir ten years ago, looking at Xiao Zhao's "touch" it was clear that he was still a child, the warmth of Xiao Zhao's hands felt so real, it seemed that this was not a dream.

Hurriedly stretched out his hand and scratched his wrist with his fingernails, and he felt pain, what was going on? Shouldn't he be dead, how could he be here? Dizzy, he couldn't figure out a clue for a while.

"Zhao'er, let me ask you what year and night it is this year?"

Although the young lady has been in a state of mind these days, she has been thinking about it, how can she even forget about the days.

"Miss, this year is the eighth day of the fourth month of the twenty-first year of the emperor. ”

After listening to Xiao Zhao's words, Su Juan sat stiffly on the bed, as if excited, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were clearly full of tears, did she actually be reborn?

Su Juan didn't care if she was wearing embroidered shoes on her feet, and went directly to the bronze mirror on the dresser.

In the bronze mirror, a pair of beautiful eyes are full of confusion, the hibiscus-like pretty face is slightly haggard, the straight nose is upturned, and the elegant eyebrows are still distinct.

Su Juanli's eyes were full of tears, she actually returned to the eve of the wedding, and it was God who heard her begging and asked Ah Wan to make a new choice.

Tomorrow is Empress Wei's birthday, that is, at the birthday banquet, the emperor gave her to the crown prince Qiyu.

Xiao Zhao felt that Miss was a little weird, and asked, "Miss, what's wrong with you? ”

Su Juan collected his mood, looked at Xiao Zhao and said: "Xiao Zhao, I'm fine, but I had a long and terrible nightmare, and now that I woke up, I already know how to go next." ”

A month later, the eighth day of the fifth month of the 21st year of the emperor was the wedding day of the eldest prince, King Lang, who prayed for the cold.

The yellow moonlight and the faint starlight are soft everywhere.

Langwang Mansion is full of colorful silk, everywhere is full of festivity, in the happy room, the candle of the dragon painting style is burning.

Su Juan sat on the wedding couch, with a red Xipa covered with a dragon and phoenix. Today was her big day, but she was uneasy in her heart.

At the banquet, he said that he would not marry King Lang, and took the initiative to ask the emperor for marriage, knowing that Qi Han didn't like him, and what Qi Han liked in his heart was Sister Shu.

At this time, someone pushed the door at the door of the room and entered, and Su Wan covered his head with the "touch" of Xipa, who couldn't see the visitor, and asked out loud, "Who is it?"

The person who walked in was her maid Xiao Zhao, "Miss, it's me Xiao Zhao." ”

Hearing Xiao Zhao's voice, a trace of amazement flashed in Su Xuan's heart, and he didn't know if he would come to the happy room tonight.

"Xiao Zhao, where is the prince now?"

Xiao Zhao bit his lip, and stopped talking: "Miss, King Lang has been drinking in the study, and it is late at night, I am afraid that he will not come, so it is better for the slave to wait for Miss to rest." ”

Su Juan's heart lake was frosted, and now that the time had passed, if he wanted to come, he would have known that it would be like this, and this marriage was originally what she was asking for.

Su Juan stretched out his hand and tore off Xipa, his eyes were already full of tears, let the bride stay alone in the empty room on the wedding night, pray for the cold You are using this humiliating way to express your dissatisfaction.

The door of the room was suddenly kicked open, and Su Juan's face was still full of tears, and he saw Qi Han walking in.

Qi Han was dressed in a white shirt, his face was slightly red, and his body exuded a strong smell of wine. A pair of angry eyes were full of anger, glaring at Su Juan angrily, and seeing the tears on Su Juan's face.

Stretched out his hand to clamp Su Xuan's jaw, and the voice was filled with extreme madness, like a wild beast roaring.

"Ah Juan, do you also feel wronged?"

His jaw was pinched by him, and it was almost broken, she was no longer the Ah Juan she used to be, this path was chosen by herself, and she had to go on strongly.

"Being able to marry someone she likes, Ah Juan doesn't feel wronged. His gaze looked directly at the extremely cold eyes.

"You know that this king likes Shu'er, and you still ask the emperor for marriage, but you still don't know what is wrong. ”

Qi Han's hand couldn't help but exert force, and his big hand stuck into Su Juan's throat, lifting Su Juan's entire body upward.

Su Juan's toes rose into the air, his face changed, and he was suffocated by the sharp pain in his throat.

Xiao Zhao knelt on the ground and cried sadly, pleading: "Lord Wang, please show mercy to your subordinates, do you want to strangle Miss?"

Seeing Su Juan's painful look, Su Juan was the daughter of Prime Minister Su Chengru, and Qi Han didn't want blood to splash the cave room, so he slowly let go of the hand that was imprisoned on Su Juan's neck.

"This king will let you know that your choice is the most ridiculous mistake!" said with a piercing coldness in his voice.

Su Xuan, who lost his center of gravity, fell directly to the ground, and the phoenix crown on his head fell directly from his head and fell to the ground.

Xiao Zhao sadly picked up Su Juan, who was lying on the ground panting, and the dark purple "color" pinch marks on his neck were shocking, and he couldn't help crying even more sadly.

"Miss, why are you bothered? Isn't it good to marry the crown prince?"

After a long time, Su Juan breathed a sigh of relief, and the pain in her heart was far stronger than the pain in her body.

She doesn't regret her choice, at least she's still alive, and she's already his princess Lang.