Under the bright moonlight, Ling Chan's long and smooth hair danced slowly in the night breeze, and a few strands of hair fell into Fu Wenci's palm.

He raised his eyes and saw Ling Chan's sparkling eyes. She smiled at Fu Wenci and said, "Don't be sad, brother, everything will be fine." ”

……

The next day.

The sky was dark, and the skyline in the distance was just the first touch of duck shell green, Ling Chan was pulled up from the comfortable bed by Guanqin, first tossed her face, then tossed her hair, and finally changed into a gorgeous dress......

kneeling in the courtyard to receive the order, followed the eunuch to the carriage, the curtain of the carriage was opened, and the thoughtful and gentle palace maid whispered: "Niangniang, please come in." ”

Ling Chan glanced back.

Mrs. Fu and Lin Jingshu leaned hand in hand and looked at her with teary eyes.

Mrs. Fu turned her face away, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and said with a smile: "Good boy, you can go." ”

Ling Chan smiled at them, and the drill bit got into the carriage.

The gate of the palace is already crowded with people.

The Dayong Dynasty not only has a strong control over the court, but also has full prestige among the people, and many people come to see His Majesty's new concubine, they talk about it with relish and probe their brains with curiosity.

The Yulin guards held swords and guns to firmly guard the road on both sides of Lingchan,

The concubine's guard of honor had long been parked under the palace gate, waiting for the master.

The wind is blowing.

The vermilion doorway swallowed the girl's slender figure, she changed into the concubine's seat, and was carried by the palace maid to the Zichen Palace.

It stands to reason that the ceremony of canonizing the concubine should not be held in the emperor's Zichen Palace, but the thin arms of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military forces are no more than the thick thighs of the Qianhua Emperor, so they have to tearfully agree to this ridiculous request.

In front of the Zichen Palace.

The sun was scorching, and on both sides of the long white jade steps stood Dayong's civil and military officials, who saluted silently as the ceremonial officials sang and harmonized.

At the end of the steps, Emperor Qianhua was waiting for her.

Ling Chan got off the cloth, holding a golden red jade fan in her hand, blocking the lower half of her face, and the stunning makeup that belonged to the concubine on her body was shining in the sun, dazzling.

The slender and weak girl straightened her back and walked forward step by step, the jade ring on her body swaying gently and clanging as she walked.

……

Fu Wenci heard the voice.

He raised his eyes and looked at the embroidered peacock's head, stepping steadily past his eyes, each step firm, stepping on countless dust swirling in the sun.

He seemed to be the dust under Ling Chan's feet, which was run over by her carelessly.

……

Fu Wenzhang stood on the city wall behind Ling Chan, flanked by stubborn guards, these soldiers faithfully fulfilled their duties and loyally guarded the safety of the nobles.

Their boss was in a trance.

There was only one person he wanted to protect, but that person didn't want his protection.

……

Everyone looks upright, with a crown on their heads, and their black hair is tied meticulously, but King An refuses.

He has always hated the crown of his hair that pulls his scalp, and today he only wears a high ponytail, and when Ling Chan passed by him, he clasped his hands to his chest and cast a defiant look.

Ling Chan didn't give him any afterglow, she walked forward without squinting, as if she was running towards everything she dreamed of.

King An sneered, don't look away, no longer look at her, it seems that she is still the young man who once had his eyes above the top and was unruly.

He gritted his teeth.

…… It's just a lowly Qinglou girl, and if you give it up, you give it up, and now what are you doing with it?

He clenched his fists.

Bright red blood trickled down from his fingers and struck on the white jade bricks, blooming brilliant flowers.

……

The position of the crown prince is very front.

As the prince of this country, the future emperor, his position was arranged in the rear of the Qianhua Emperor.

He didn't have to kneel, powerlessly watching Ling Chan's embroidered shoes walk in front of him, and he didn't have to just look at Ling Chan's back and watch her walk away step by step.

The crown prince stood behind Emperor Qianhua.

He can boldly raise his head and see Ling Chan wearing a wedding dress, walking towards him step by step, no one will find out his delusion.

But he didn't.

The prince praised by everyone, the prince of Lanzhi Yushu, the prince who has the legacy of the ancient gentleman, he stood behind the emperor, drooping his eyes in a regular manner, quietly waiting for Ling Chan's arrival.

It was his girl, but now he looked up at her more, it was all an offense to her.

……

Emperor Qianhua was dressed in a black robe, with a top and bottom, a crown on his head, and a straight and tall posture.

This is His Majesty the Emperor of this country, who holds the highest power in this country, and the twelve coats of arms embroidered on his clothes are the wealth he really has.

Emperor Qianhua stretched out his hand to Ling Chan.

The palms are broad and the fingers are long, but this is not a well-maintained hand, and the fingers carry old calluses left over from years of martial arts writing.

But it's a pair of hands that make people feel safe.

Ling Chan gently stepped up and was held back.

The two stood shoulder to shoulder, on the high steps.

The ceremonial officer next to him read aloud, "The noble daughter of the Fu family is all ladylike,...... The title of concubine is hereby given...... Bestow the seal! ”

A small golden seal fell into Ling Chan's hands.

Her eyes sparkled.

This is the purpose of her entry into the palace. Emperor Qianhua is the only authority in this country, and what Ling Chan has to do is to take away the power from him.

She also wants to try it, to say the same, the taste of dictatorship.

Emperor Qianhua looked at her bright smile and laughed softly: "Happy? ”

"Happy!"

Ling Chan narrowed her eyes and smiled happily.

It's ridiculous to say.

When Ling Chan was entangled by the crown prince and King An, the entire Yunjing City was her infamy, however, after Emperor Qianhua joined, the father-son rivalry was clearly a bigger scandal, but all the messages disappeared in an instant.

No one dared to say that Emperor Qianhua was not, and even began to flatter Ling Chan under the authority of Emperor Qianhua.

Thinking about the expressions of those who had secretly scolded her when she passed by just now, Ling Chan laughed happily.

But that's not enough.

What's the use of just regretting it? What's the use of just shutting up?

The past will not be written off.

Ling Chan wants to make those who have hurt "her" pay.

The poor little girl who jumped off the city wall at a young age.

The original book writes the ones with the highest jump and the most ruthless scolding, but it will not be written one by one who contributed to her in the process of forcing her to death.

But Ling Chan didn't want to let go of any of them.

revealed her identity, and she could clearly see what kind of abscesses were living under the decent appearance of every family in the capital.

The system trembled and persuaded Ling Chan: [It's not good, it's too risky, you see that King An likes you so much now, after you marry him, he will definitely treat you well, there's no need to reveal your identity again, right? It's no good at all, and what if King An goes crazy and comes to kill you? 】

[Come on.] 】

Ling Chan smiled lightly.

She's not afraid.

I want to marry her and like her, what does it matter to her?

She's not uncommon.

She wants everyone who has hurt the original owner to pay, including the first sin of the Tai Shi, of course.

She also wants to let Tantai taste what it is like to have a hopeless and unbreakable love.