The summer of the twenty-second year of the Great Zhou Qingming.

The dark clouds rolled, and they were forced down in shock, and the people who were choked could not breathe.

The Imperial City of the Great Zhou Dynasty stood majestically, dyed with heavy blood, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

The Prince's Mansion in the East Palace, which is across the river from the Imperial Palace, is a small courtyard in the middle of nowhere, which is dilapidated and cold, revealing a rotten atmosphere.

The hall was dark, and only the lacquered bookcase near the window could get a few rays of light that penetrated the damp smell.

Han Youning straightened his thin back and sat upright, his thin hand tried to hold the brush, trembling slightly, and silently wrote the "Dizang Sutra".

She was in her twenties, but she had already described it as withered, and a pair of eyes that had been full of spring were narrowed tightly, looking at the distorted words on the paper in a vague way.

The maid in Tsing Yi came in happily from outside, and her eyes looked particularly large on her thin face, "Miss, it's going to rain soon, and the slave maid has put all the pots that can be used in the yard." The rain received in this way is enough for us to drink for a while. ”

Han Youning put down his pen and looked at the blurred cyan shadow in front of him. The maids and women beside her, one by one, died, walked and walked, only Autumn Leaves relied on a little kung fu and a little cleverness, and lived to the present.

Han Youning's voice was low and hoarse, "Autumn leaves, there's no need to collect them." ”

Akiba said as she sharpened the ink, "How can that be done?" The rain is not afraid of being poisoned! ”

She and the young lady's diet were added with chronic poison by the crown princess from time to time, and the young lady's eyes were poisoned. She went to the prince, but the doctor came to check the pulse, saying that the young lady was too worried.

At that time, the prince's eyes were cold, and he stared at Han Youning deeply, "Too worried?" Are you resentful that I didn't keep your father and brother, or do you feel sorry for the third emperor brother? ”

After that, they ate as little as they could, and drank rain as much as they could, and barely survived until now.

Han Youning smiled indifferently, "Autumn leaves, I'm afraid we won't be able to survive today." ”

Emperor Qingming was tyrannical, and he was quite jealous of several imperial uncles who were crowned princes, and those who had military power were all destroyed by him for the crime of treason and collaborating with the enemy, and the fiefs without military power were all in the poor countryside, and each palace had children living in Beijing as hostages. It is reasonable that they want to rebel.

However, there is a legendary immortal figure, the Seven Emperor Uncle, who is an exception. The king of Jin was unwanted, detached, and never participated in court politics, and the emperor valued and trusted him, the youngest imperial brother.

Several adult princes of the emperor are also eyeing the throne, and they want to fight even if they can't say it.

The one who was killed in the palace was lively, no matter who the other party was, one of them must be the crown prince. Either they are rebelling or escorting.

It's just that no matter what the outcome is today, she won't survive.

If the crown prince Zhao Chen loses, the other party will not let go of everyone in the prince's mansion. She is the crown prince's concubine, how can she die well.

The crown prince won, and the crown princess Han Qingwan, her cousin of the mansion, is even more unlikely to let her live until the day when the crown prince ascends the throne.

The phoenix perches on the sycamore, and there can only be one phoenix on the sycamore branch.

Akiba's face changed dramatically when she heard this.

Miss was confined in this broken yard, although life was difficult, Miss often said that it was better to die than to live. After all, she can make the enemy unhappy when she is alive, and she can stretch out her foot and trip one from time to time. Miss hasn't killed the crown princess yet, so it's too unreasonable to say that she is dead!

She stepped forward and grabbed Han Youning's hand, "Miss, why do you say this!" ”

"My sister is very self-aware."

With a sarcastic and cold voice, a richly dressed woman with a phoenix hair and a jade hair walked in.

Autumn leaves opened her arms to block Han Youning behind her, and looked defensively at the maid woman who was rushing in, and the powerful mother-in-law was holding a stack of white silk in her hand.

"Crown princess, you are not afraid of the crown prince's blame!"

Han Qingwan sneered, "Blame? Han Youning did not forget his old lover, and hanged himself with him, what did the prince blame the palace? ”

Autumn leaves glared angrily, "Miss has nothing to do with the third prince, it was clearly designed by you!" You femme fatale, you are not afraid of retribution! ”

She scolded in her mouth, and rushed towards Han Qingwan.

Han Qingwan didn't move at all, and the maids and ladies around her went into battle together and restrained the autumn leaves.

Han Qingwan looked sarcastic and looked at Han Youning behind Qiu Ye, "Then you have to believe in the prince." You have been in the mansion for so long, and the prince has never stayed with you, why? ”

Han Youning didn't want to mention Zhao Chen, the person she paid her sincerity by mistake.

At the age of fifteen, she was ignorant, and when everyone laughed at her for being fat, he was the only one who smiled at her warmly and gently, "Don't pay attention to them, you look so cute." ”

Since then, the girl's heart has fallen.

Han Youning thought that the crown prince was pleased with her, and he even promised the position of the crown princess.

But on the day of the wedding, the crown princess became a side concubine, and a small sedan chair carried her into the house from the side door. And her second sister Han Qingwan became the crown princess. She bowed as a concubine in front of Han Qingwan every day, and watched the two of them every day, with their children around their knees, like a fairy couple.

And among them, there are three generations of Han Qingwan's ancestors and grandchildren who are carefully designed and framed.

As sisters in a house, although they don't have the love to grow up together, they are not so endless. But because of a prophecy of the stinky Taoist priest, people became ghosts.

The Taoist priest once said in front of Zhao Chengche's prince's mansion: "This is Long Qianye." A few years later, Zhao Chengche ascended the throne for Emperor Qingming. The prince's mansion became a hidden residence, fulfilling his prophecy.

Later, when the Taoist priest passed by the Dingguo Mansion, he said: "The phoenix is also perched." ”

At that time, the mother and the second aunt Xiao Wen were both pregnant, and insiders speculated that there would be a queen among them.

As a result, the two each gave birth to a daughter, Han Youning, the eldest daughter of the Dingguo Mansion, and Han Qingwan, the second daughter, but it is unknown who is the phoenix.

That's why the two daughters married the prince's mansion, even if the prince was disgusted with her and had never touched her since they got married, he had to do everything possible to confine her to the back house.

In order to make himself ascend the throne, it is the destiny of heaven.

Han Qingwan saw that Han Youning was silent, and her heart was happy.

The crown prince is as imposing as a rainbow, and he has made all preparations, he will definitely get what he wants today, as soon as Han Youning dies, his mother's honor is just around the corner.

She turned her eyes to look at the half-copied Buddhist scriptures on the bookcase, "Is my sister overspending for your grandfather's family or for your father?" Wouldn't it be better for you to go down there and honor them to their faces? ”

Han Qingwan covered her mouth and giggled, her flowers trembled, but her beautiful face looked eerie because of resentment.

Han Youning bypassed the autumn leaves, walked in front of Han Qingwan, raised his hand and slapped it. The sound was loud and crisp.

This slap exhausted all her strength, and with a bone-chilling hatred, Han Qingwan's cheeks instantly swollen.

Han Youning's expression was calm, "This slap was for more than 200 lives of my grandfather's mansion. ”

Yongping Hou Wen Boshi, her second uncle Han Rui's father-in-law, Han Qingwan's maternal grandfather, slaughtered her grandfather's Chen family mansion overnight.

Han Qingwan covered her cheeks and screamed, "Slut! You dare to hit Hongu! ”

Before the words fell, he slapped him again.

"It's for my father and brother."

Her father, Han Jun, the Duke of Dingguo, and her brother Han Sixing fought bloodily on the frontier, and the heroes did not regret the bloody battle, but they died in conspiracy and trickery. The second uncle, Han Rui, inherited the title of Duke of Guo.

Han Qingwan staggered, and the hairpin ring clanged, "Are you all dead?" ”

The maid in the daze came back to her senses, this Han side concubine is half dead, and she still has the strength to beat people?

Only two of them were left to hold Qiu Ye, and the others stepped forward and tore their hair and dragged Han Youning away, pinning her to the ground, and the torrential rain of fists and feet fell on her, just to eliminate the hatred in the heart of the crown princess.

Han Youning was bleeding from his mouth and nose, with hatred in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and stared at Han Qingwan fiercely, as if he didn't notice the pain.

Qiu Ye cried, the green tendons on his face burst out, he shook his arms to break free of the clamps of the two maids, rushed forward neatly, raised his foot and kicked Han Qingwan's lower abdomen.

She screamed bitterly, "This is for Miss!" ”

Han Qingwan fell to the ground, clutching her lower abdomen in pain, her face changed dramatically in an instant, and she looked at the dark red blood that snaked under her skirt in a daze.

She was just three months pregnant......

The experienced mother-in-law exclaimed, "Quickly pass on the imperial doctor!" The crown princess is red! ”

Han Youning's blood-red eyes suddenly lit up, and his face showed joy, unexpectedly happy!

So, is the sky an eye-opener?

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and couldn't help but stroke her palm and comforted, "In this way, even if I die today, it can be regarded as a happy mourning." ”

Her only regret is that there is no reliable person to ask her to make her funeral more lively, if she can beat gongs and drums.

Han Qingwan's expression was hideous, and her eyes were about to split, "Kill her!" Kill her! ”

Cries, comforts, curses.

There was a mess in the room.

Han Youning and Autumn Leaves were weak and gradually lost the upper hand.

"Miss......"

Autumn leaves were thrust into her heart with a sharp blade, and a pair of eyes looked at Han Youning in despair.

Han Youning was hung on a beam by a white silk, and her mother-in-law held her leg and fell down violently, making a crunchy sound around her neck.

Her eyes bulged, her expression was painful, her struggling hands and feet slowly lowered weakly, and everything fell silent.

The plain white dress, the cyan embroidered shoes with the entwined branch orchid pattern, fluttering.

In a trance, she seemed to see a tall dark figure rushing towards her.

With a cold light, she fell into a strong, bloody embrace.

"Han Youning!"

She heard a roar.

She tried hard to see his appearance, but she couldn't see clearly, who else in this world would feel sorry for her?

Between the snorts, there seems to be a faint scent of bamboo......