"That's bad luck!" Lan Shihuai was undecided, and now this game of chess is about to reach a stalemate.

The two sons, black and white, restrained each other and bound each other, and they couldn't solve it for a long time.

She rubbed the white jade chess pieces in her hand, and she didn't know how to do it for a while.

I was bored in my heart, and the pair of distant mountains were frowning, although I was born with a bright and kind appearance, but the cold momentum on my body couldn't help but make people chill.

"I thought that His Majesty would spit on the side after playing, but who knew that he had always regarded that evil cause as a treasure?"

was depressed in his heart, coupled with this stiff game of chess, Lan Shihuai simply threw the chess pieces back into the chess cup.

Only hearing the crisp sound of the chess pieces colliding, she felt a little more comfortable, kneading the corners of her forehead on the side, closing her eyes and recuperating.

"Niangniang, don't be angry, no matter how favored the ninth princess is, there will eventually be a day when the glitz will dissipate, which is much worse than the eighth prince."

The palace maid warmed the tea on the side, lit a soothing incense, and kept comforting, trying to dissipate it.

She is Lan Shihuai's personal maid, these days, their mothers have been worried about this matter, and they don't know when the nine princesses will be able to fall off the horse, and they will be clean.

Kelan Shihuai was worried about more than that.

She took the teacup and moistened her throat with tea before she said what she was really worried about-

"I gave birth to a prince, and others in this palace also gave birth to a prince, Huan'er is still much worse than those royal brothers."

Naturally, that waste idiot doesn't count, how can he compare with his own emperor!

Thinking of this, Lan Shihuai rubbed the corners of her forehead with some pain.

If she wants Huan'er to ascend the throne, she has to use multiple means.

……

Fate is like a madman, and the more you retreat, the more it attacks you.

You are weak and it is strong, you are strong and it is weak, one after another, one after another.

Yan Chunxi knows this very well these days, so instead of resisting hard, it is better to indulge in it, so that life will be much better.

For the mirror hairpin bead flower, the lotus hairpin that she was wearing from time to time was now wrapped in brocade and quietly placed in the sandalwood basket.

After all, she has been blessed in her two lives, and she has no chance to deserve this hairpin again.

Dressed in a cloud brocade light yarn, layer upon layer, the hibiscus face is lightly rouge, the new and beautiful outfit, the glamorous fragrance melts, and the palace maid is ashamed to kill the Ruizhu palace maid.

I put red paper between my hands and took a shallow sip on the round lips of my lips, which made my lips slightly crimson.

Then hold the pen, sweep the distant mountains, the water apricot eyes lie on the jade silkworm, the face is like a silver plate, the cheeks are condensed with new li, and the nose is greasy goose fat.

This kind of style, one point is too short, and one point more is too long.

The past is like smoke in a blink of an eye, and it is the good years of cardamom.

As the days went by, Yan Chunxi gradually learned how to please Yan Yanghua, and since she knew what he liked, she would welcome him.

It's just that the hatred that remains in her heart does not decrease but increases with the passage of time, she wants that person to die, but she is too weak to compete with it, and the people in the palace sneer and despise, her life in the palace is becoming more and more sad.

Whenever she wanted to escape from this cage but was always caught by Yan Yanghua, she was like a mouse in the hands of a raccoon slave, no matter how she escaped, she couldn't escape Yan Yanghua's palm.

If you are powerless to resist, it is better to indulge in enjoyment, "if you are weak, you will save your life, not be strong", this is the truth she understands, what about her daughter's body?

She will want those who slandered her, deceived her, insulted her, laughed at her, despised her, despised her, hated her, and deceived her in the past.

Look at her—

The hair is decorated with a veil, the flying oblique golden hairpin ring, the green silk is like a cloud, and the ink hair is in a bun, temporarily looking at the immortal. Quiet as the clouds and the moon, the blue waves reflect the willows, and the people walk in the flower dock when they move, and the clothes are fragrant.

Until the vague figure in the bronze mirror did not look like her.

Yan Chunxi put down the rouge paper in his hand and smiled charmingly at Luan Jing, which grabbed people's hearts. After the ridiculous time, only the lonely body remained, as if it was the Nine Heavens Xuannu born from ice and snow, with no joy or sadness on a palm-sized face.

"The phoenix chick shook the dead wood and flew into the purple palace overnight."

Yan Chunxi chanted this nursery rhyme, only feeling that the second half of the sentence was missing.

She is not talented, and she made up the second half of the sentence-

"Everyone sees that the spring is good, but they don't know how many winters are in the tent."

Put down the work in your hand, and look around the deep palace of this noble palace Lan Palace, which is erosive and drunk, and has completely decayed human nature.

The smoke curls in the golden furnace, and Yan Chunxi walked to the bookshelf and read it carefully.

There were many books on the shelves, which she had never read, and now that she had time to read them.

The world has clouds: there is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book.

Perhaps this palace is too dirty and lonely, she smiles every day and pretends to be happy, only the fragrance of this book can really fill the emptiness in her heart.

When the wind returns, the sycamore forest, a ripple of Suwa, a ripple of clear water, a tail of swallows cut a few wisps of this spring breeze, skimmed over the clear shallow pool, and stopped at the mortise and tenon shallow groaning.

This scene is very leisurely.

Yan Chunxi squinted slightly, and moved his gaze from the window back to the inverted bookshelf.

Now, these books about the world and the love of children have long been unable to satisfy her ambitions.

What she asked for, what she wanted, was the "Nan Ke Lu" that recorded the turmoil in the palace.

It's the strange book that can help her survive in this deep palace that eats people and doesn't spit out bones.

"Nan Ke Lu"

The reason why this book has such an elegant name is because the people who recorded these events in the first place felt that death and life were just a dream in their old age.

The exquisite scheming used against others will eventually be devoured on oneself, and the reincarnation of cause and effect is like a dream of Nanke.

But in her eyes, she didn't care if those tricks would come back to her.

reliving her life, she gradually understood some things: even if she didn't play tricks, others would frame her.

What is causal reincarnation? It's ridiculous, it's just a game between people.

Now everything can be done again, but now she is too weak, and she can only silently endure any injustice, seeking an opportunity to fight back.

Yan Chunxi thought that she should ask Yan Yanghua for a Taifu to teach her something useful, instead of reading and writing sour and old books like those imperial brothers.

She didn't have any ambitions, but if she was in a hurry, it wouldn't be a sin for her to bite back with some heart.

But if she thinks about it carefully, if she really asks for it blatantly, it is not impossible to rely on Yan Yanghua's favor for her.

It's just too suspicious, those ignorant and corrupt people all believe that "a woman is virtuous if she is not talented", and she is still a royal family, so it is easier to be slandered as a "rebellion" like in the previous life.

She doesn't believe that her understanding will be worse than that of men, everyone is mortal, what is not comparable?

After thinking for a long time, Yan Chunxi put his hands on his knees and continued to look out the window at the beautiful spring light.

"Xiao Xi'er, what are you thinking?" Yan Zhengqing suddenly jumped in front of her, her face was so close that she almost startled Yan Chunxi.

Since that day, Yan Zhengqing picked up Yan Chunxi, who cried until she collapsed, by the well, and has been paying attention to her state.

That day, Yan Chunxi's eyes were scarlet, and the tears flowing freely really scared him.

In his eyes, Xiao Xi'er has always been a very strong person, and time cannot wear out her heart, and poverty cannot wear out her tenacity.

But that day, she never liked to cry, but she curled up on his chest and covered her mouth desperately to prevent herself from crying, and tears rolled down her cheeks like beads with broken threads.

As if she had been greatly wronged, Yan Zhengqing could faintly see a purple strangulation mark on his Xiao Xi'er's neck and a purple-red mark on his body.

Even if he is as stupid as him, he knows that his little Xi'er was bullied ruthlessly, but he doesn't know who bullied his little Xi'er.

In this regard, Yan Zhengqing has always felt guilty about Yan Chunxi, and he has become more and more clinging to Yan Chunxi on weekdays, thinking about how to please her.

Coming back to her senses, Yan Chunxi stroked Yan Zhengqing's long hair that hung down to her waist like a loving mother, and smiled lightly, "It's nothing." ”

There are some things that she doesn't want to talk about with Yan Zhengqing, for fear that he will be sad, and even more afraid that he will be polluted by this filth, so it's good to be happy every day and don't know anything.

It's stupid, I can't hear it, I can't figure it out, it's good.

The royal brother was also like several other princes before, smart and clever, and endearing, but when he was four years old, he was pushed into the water by gangsters, and when he woke up, he was stupid.

This is all what Yan Chunxi heard from her mother, and her mother often combed her hair and sighed:

"If your royal brother had not been killed, he would have been a shrewd child like you."

"The mother concubine didn't want him to be able to soar, she just wanted him to be safe for a lifetime, if the mother concubine is gone, Xi'er will take care of the royal brother for the mother concubine, do you know?"

Every time he said this, Xu Yuan couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and his gentle voice was full of guilt and regret.

"Xi'er knows."

Yan Chunxi has always remembered the matter of promising his mother when he was a child, and he dare not forget it, and he is the only one in this deep palace who depends on him.

It's not a lot of warmth, but it's enough.

"Brother Huang, Xiao Xi'er is going to see his father later, you stay in the palace alone, if you are bored, go to the imperial garden for a walk, don't go elsewhere, okay?"

Yan Chunxi's voice was soft.

Maybe only in front of Yan Zhengqing can she really be Xiao Xi'er, but in front of others, she is just Princess Zhaoren Yan Chunxi.

"Okay, Qing'er listens to Xiao Xi'er."

is obviously an eight-foot man, but the words he says are still as milky as a four-year-old child, which makes Yan Chunxi laugh dumbly.

I really don't know if it's a blessing or a curse for him to look like this.

The two chatted casually, but it was just trivial things, but in Yan Chunxi's ears, they felt extraordinarily warm.

However, after a long time, I only heard the father-in-law outside shouting in his broken voice: "Your Majesty has passed on Princess Zhaoren, and asked the princess to go to the Heart Cultivation Hall with her ministers quickly." ”

Yan Chunxi didn't dare to delay, and immediately went out to greet him with a smile, and even bowed to the eunuch, "Thank you, father-in-law." ”

Then he took out a small purse and put it in his hand, and gently curled up his fingers with his own softness, so that he could hold the contents of the purse and weigh the weight.

"A small thank you gift, not a tribute, please smile at your father-in-law."

Yan Chunxi smiled sweetly and charmingly.

After many years, she can finally put on a smile on anyone.

At a young age, he is charming and demagoguery.

Absolutely beautiful and charming, it makes people lose their souls.

After weighing the weight of the purse, the eunuch immediately changed his face and said with a smile: "It's still a princess who is transparent, hundreds of times better than those pretentious people." ”

"Isn't it my father-in-law who intends to promote him?" Yan Chunxi covered his face with his sleeves, gritted his teeth, and said with a smile, "If you don't have your father-in-law's help, how can Chunxi get this honor, if Chunxi is rich and rich over time, he will not forget the kindness of his father-in-law's recommendation." Now these are just small gifts, but in the future, there will be good things to reward my father-in-law. ”

This coquettish compliment made the eunuch feel comfortable, but he didn't dare to show too much, so he only raised his hand slightly and made a "please" gesture, "Then princess, let's go?" ”

"Everything is arranged by my father-in-law." Yan Chunxi's head is like a water lotus flower that is not too shy to the cool breeze, and it is all charming in every gesture.

Bypassing the winding palace wall, the carved beams and paintings in front of Yan Chunxi are all too familiar.

The Temple of Heart Nourishment? What kind of heart do you raise? What temple was erected?

It is clearly the hall of the two people.

For this reason, Yan Chunxi specially dissolved the fragrance of flowers in the smooth and tender skin yesterday night.

"The son of the emperor and the queen of the emperor." Yan Chunxi bowed a bow, like a weak willow supporting the wind, graceful and graceful.

Yes, the queen of today is a man.

is not only a man, but also more than ten years different from Yan Yanghua.

This is a fact known to the whole country, but no one dares to jump out against it.

First, they were afraid of Yan Yanghua's coercion, after all, they were not ready to provoke the anger of the Holy Nine Clans;

The second is that Yan Yanghua is a person who is nonsense, and obscenity is absurdity, but he has his own unique views on politics, neither conniving at traitors nor bending the law for personal gain, with clear rewards and punishments, and the same law inside and outside.

Today's Haiyan Heqing, although most of them are good foundations left by their ancestors, they cannot deny the credit of Yan Yanghua.

Therefore, the matter is not settled.

When Yan Chunxi heard this, he wanted to laugh.

Yes, she had to agree with the man's political prowess, but it was ridiculous that he could pamper a man in such a swaggering manner.

Yan Chunxi not only didn't like him, but even hated him a little.

In fact, she had seen him a few days ago, and her father's name was Jun Jiusi, that is, the handsome man who handed her the clothes.

He clearly saw her panic that day, but on the second day, he still took her little hand and led her to the front of Yanyang Huadian.

In front of the palace of nourishing the heart, the waning moon is in the sky, the moon is clear and cold, faint, soft, like flowing water, it is called the red mansion to be melancholy at night, and the incense lamp is half a tassel tent.

Yan Chunxi's eyes were cold under the moon, he raised his head, and the stars and moon were shining in his eyes.

For a while, Jun Jiusi didn't dare to look at her.

Her eyes were faint, and she asked nonchalantly, "Can I hate you?" ”

Unexpectedly, the man replied to her, "Yes."

"I hate you to death...... Yan Chunxi's voice was soft, as if she was recounting an ordinary event.

She didn't know why she had said such vicious words in the first place, but she still didn't regret saying them.

If one person commits a crime, how can the rest of the party be innocent?

He was an accomplice, and he had to die.

"Flat." Yan Yanghua's rich voice sounded.

Yan Chunxi instantly hid the hatred in his eyes, and turned into a supple appearance, his eyes were like autumn water, looking forward to the brilliance, and staring with affection.

How can such a delicate woman not be loved.

She didn't want to pretend to be like this, the world is impermanent, how can she be happy?

For the time being, I will make fun of bitterness and cut away a few inches of sorrow in the world.