Su Guifei's family background is very high, and today's saint is a little childhood sweetheart, and as soon as she entered the palace, she was deeply favored and won the position of concubine.

Later, the Su family was framed for treason.

When the door was full of beheadings, Li Jing was just a two-year-old doll.

In order to protect her son, Concubine Su committed suicide in Changle Palace, leaving only a blood letter.

When he got married in his last life, Li Jing read the blood book in his memory word by word.

His handsome facial features were as cold as frost, without the slightest emotion, but those eyes were as deep and bottomless as an ancient well.

"Zhu Zhaozhao, you should know that our marriage is just using each other, I will give you the throne according to what you say, and you give me your father's tiger talisman."

She gave him the Tiger Talisman to help him win the throne.

And Li Jing did what he said, gave her the back position after ascending the throne, and handed over the harem to her without reservation, but never touched her.

The two of them don't look like husband and wife.

It's more like a companion fighting on the same battlefield.

In the last life, when she was blocked in the Qiankun Palace, she forgot to ask what happened to Li Jing, and the last news she received was that he was assassinated in Taihang Mountain.

Shaking off the strange thoughts in his head, Zhu Zhaozhao smiled bitterly and muttered: "My demon queen is dead, he must be better." ”

Three days passed quickly.

Zhu Zhaozhao refused Zhang Wanqing's visit to him, only saying that he was not feeling well, and it was inconvenient to see people, and he nested in the yard all day long.

I didn't go out until the day I was going to the eldest princess's mansion for a banquet.

Mrs. Zhu hadn't seen her daughter for a few days, and she was immediately relieved to see her pink face, long rhyme, and very energetic appearance.

"My sister looks so good today."

Zhang Wanqing, who was wearing a purple shirt, walked over with a smile on the corner of her mouth, both dignified and atmospheric.

Zhu Zhaozhao is as good as flowing: "Not as beautiful as my sister." ”

After three days of mental construction, she was already able to face Zhang Wanqing calmly.

At least I won't be thinking about killing her directly.

Zhang Wanqing smiled and followed Zhu Zhaozhao's mother and daughter into the carriage, and said in her heart that this Zhu Zhaozhao seemed to be not quite the same as the original owner's memory.

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The eldest princess is the only living sister of the saint today, and she is very loved by His Majesty on weekdays, so no one in Kyoto dares not to give her face.

Her birthday party was very lively.

Zhu Zhaozhao didn't like this eldest princess, and sat in the corner to reduce his sense of existence.

In the last life, when she was the queen, this old man disgusted her.

"It's still early to leave the table, why don't you go to the back garden with me, sisters? The lotus flowers in the pond are blooming just right. ”

The eldest princess's eldest daughter, Gu Qingzhou, is good at dancing with long sleeves and a dignified face.

Zhu Zhaozhao covered his face with a fan and suppressed the banter under his eyes.

No one can see that such a golden and noble county lord actually likes to raise a face, and in the last life, when such an ugly thing as her night royal three men broke out, it shocked Kyoto for many years.

A group of warblers got up and went to the back garden.

After thinking about it, Zhu Zhaozhao got up and followed.

In the previous life, she didn't follow, and Zhang Wanqing took this opportunity to amaze the four with a poem.

also because she didn't go, so she met Li Jing in the garden and saw things that shouldn't be seen.

The eldest princess's mansion is magnificent, and only one lake in the back garden occupies a few acres of land, and half of it is covered with slim lotuses.

The warblers and swallows were excited and excited.

"This beautiful scenery cannot be disappointed, why don't we come and make poetry?"

I don't know who mentioned it, but everyone was eager to try.

Zhu Zhaozhao glanced at his eyes and inadvertently saw the tips of several men's shoes in the corner exposed.

She smiled, sat down generously, shook the fan and said leisurely: "I don't have any ink on my chest, I'm not good at writing poetry, I can only enjoy the scenery, my sisters and sisters write poems, I'll listen." ”

After laughing, everyone didn't care about Zhu Zhaozhao anymore, and each took out their housekeeping skills and racked their brains to make a splash.

Zhu Zhaozhao looked at Zhang Wanqing.

Her delicate face was calm and tranquil, and the confidence in her eyes was natural, and she didn't take these people into account in the slightest.

I have to admit that if I were a man, I would also be attracted to such a woman.

"I'll come first!"

A woman in a yellow shirt jumped out first.

"The cicadas are singing in the summer, the clouds are scattering, the sky is blue and the clouds are blue, and the peaches in the salt pond are picked."

"Good!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Zhu Zhaozhao has been silently paying attention to Zhang Wanqing, and has not missed the pity that flashed in her eyes.

My heart was disgusting and indescribable.

That's the kind of look in the eyes.

In the previous life, Zhang Wanqing always looked at her like this, as if she was garbage thrown into the mire.

And Zhang Wanqing used a condescending attitude to pity and despise all the women in this world, as if she was the only one and only the god.

Zhu Zhaozhao closed his eyes and fiercely suppressed the hatred and unwillingness that were surging in his chest.

Calm down and not to think wildly.

Good luck and calm down.

After a few breaths, when she opened her eyes again, her eyes were cold.

Someone looked at Zhang Wanqing, "This sister is very angry, and my sister also makes a song?" ”

Zhang Wan cleared the broken hair on her sideburns, and smiled gently and quietly.

"Then I'll be ugly."

She got up with confidence in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, "It's not good, don't laugh at me." ”

Everyone was busy saying no, and they didn't take it seriously.

Just listen to her delicate voice like a yellow bird: "The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunny and soft ......"

A bright smile bloomed at the corner of Zhu Zhaozhao's lips and interrupted her: "Xiaohe has just shown sharp corners, and there are dragonflies standing on their heads." ”