"The thing in the palace is incense, hahaha, brothers!"

A group of big men with steel knives in their hands overturned several forbidden troops in an instant, casually picked up the palace maids who had no time to escape, and laughed and broke into the inner palace.

In the thirteenth year of Tianbao, it was night, the sky wanted snow, and the first emperor collapsed.

The traitor surnamed Wu lifted his robe and colluded with the national teacher with a sword, coerced the young prince of the phoenix, and led his private soldiers to slash and kill him to the Chengqian Palace.

There was chaos in the palace, the fire was all over the sky, and the palace maids fled in mourning and panic.

In the past, the treasures and the golden jade hall were all plundered and devastated.

Chun Niang is seventeen years old, and has been in the palace since she was a child.

When the palace was in turmoil, the queen mother led the concubines to hang white silk to defend the Lu family's imperial prestige.

Before leaving, Chun Niang knelt down and wept, and entrusted the edict to escort the eldest princess to escape from the palace in the secret passage of the Ye Court.

That year, the eldest princess Xi and the eldest princess were only nine years old, struggling and crying for the first emperor.

The Lu family's national fortunes are not guaranteed, and there is only one line of royal blood.

Wu thief is ruthless, pretending to hold him hostage, but in fact, he is joking and teasing the young prince.

He was humiliated and bit his tongue and committed suicide, and the young prince did not dare to forget the honor and disgrace of the Lu family.

He hid a dagger in his sleeve and wanted to stab Wu Thief, but blood was splashed on the spot.

Chunnu didn't dare to forget, and he didn't want to forget.

On that day, the Queen Mother was dressed in plain clothes, with white hair and black hair, and her bearing was domineering.

She called the slave: "Chunniang, Xihe is young and cowardly, you take her out of the palace in the court, I hope you can protect her, I entrust my son to you, and the Lu family of Zhuojun will repay you in the next life." ”

As he spoke, he slowly bent down, and the slave wept in fear and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

"The master tortures the slave and the maid, and Chun Niang will serve the eldest princess and protect the princess."

Xihe was timid, crying and shouting to hug: "Grandmother, don't throw Rong'er, grandmother ......"

The Queen Mother was kind and kind in the past, and she loved the eldest princess the most.

At this moment, he didn't even look at Xihe, turned around and left only a back, and scolded in a clear voice while walking outside the hall: "From now on, there will be no more Lu Xihe, and there will only be Li Qingrong in the world." ”

Li is a successive surname.

Chun Niang understood, and silently stepped forward to take the princess in her arms.

No matter how the princess in her arms cried, the queen mother did not turn around for a moment.

The door of the temple was closed, carrying scattered snowflakes, as if hearing a faint sigh......

hugged the princess, pulled the burden that was hurriedly packed, and the sound of lewd laughter and scolding outside was getting closer and closer.

Chunniang gritted her teeth and flipped through the window at the back of the hall.

The snow that night was very heavy, and when I looked back, I had tears in my eyes, and I could barely see the Changle Palace, which had been a slave for nine years.

Not far away, several plain figures fell, and the snow was like goose feathers.

It was sprinkled on the vermilion palace bricks and covered the body of the Lu clan of Zhuo County.

Xihe was already frightened, and he didn't say a word, his servile heart was like a knife, but he still staggered to find a way to live in this troubled world.

"Chunniang, will we never be able to come back?"

The little one shrunk back, his eyes glazed over, and only his lips opened and closed and spit out muttering.

Chunniang suddenly stopped, and she raised her eyelashes stained with snow.

"Miss, Chun Niang will take you home."

"Home? Are there brothers, mothers, grandmothers, and fathers? ”

Li Qingrong tried hard to look up at the immature face and looked at Chunniang who wanted to speak and stopped.

At this moment, she felt that the Chunniang in front of her seemed to have suddenly changed as a person.

Although she was in tears, she touched her face with her shivering and frozen hands, and Li Qingrong did not dodge.

It's been so long that she's going to fall asleep from the cold.

"The Lu clan of Zhuojun is a hundred-year-old wang clan and a master of Zhong Mingding, and it is not a treacherous villain who can destroy it overnight! Miss, if you read it in your heart, the Lu family is here! ”

Many years later, until Li Qingrong's centennial, she couldn't forget that Chunniang that day.

Those familiar almond eyes, in the misty snow and mist, are like two sharp swords.