The deep court is empty, and the stars and moon are sparse at night.

Xie Zhao sat casually on the soft collapse in the hall, with no sadness or joy on his face.

It's just that she didn't expect that after two years, she would have the opportunity to return to the Zhaohua Palace, her dormitory in the city that never sleeped.

And the brightly lit Zhaohua Hall is the same as last night, as if nothing has changed.

The bed net is still the blue color she used to like, and the blanket on her feet is fine and dense goat velvet, comfortable and not too extravagant, and it is arranged according to her preferences.

Even the placement of tables, screens, tables and chairs in the hall is the same as two years ago.

It's as if the more than 700 days and nights in the middle of the upheaval and precariousness are just a ridiculous and ridiculous dream.

And she seems to be the seventeen-year-old girl who just returned to Beijing from Shentai Palace last night, waiting to celebrate her eighteenth birthday with her younger brother.

But nothing is the same.

She is not a seventeen-year-old Fu Jingci, but Xie Zhao, who is about to be twenty years old.

She also stopped closing her eyes for a long time, pretending that she couldn't see or hear.

thought that as long as she was careful to keep all parties in balance, the world would go smoothly and everything would be fine.

Suddenly, there was a very light footstep outside the temple door.

Then the door of the temple opened and closed slightly, and the sound of footsteps slowly and cautiously approached her direction.

It's the Son of Heaven.

In the end, Fu Jingyan chose to stand behind the hazy curtain of the bed tent, observing her with a little caution.

In silence, he looked at his sister's familiar and unfamiliar beauty after taking off the mask in front of him.

She did lose too much weight.

Although the spirit looks good, it is very thin and thin.

There is almost no blood on the lips, and the mandible is so thin that the outline of the mandible is exceptionally clear.

Dressed in an ordinary warrior woman's regular clothes, the cover on her body was slightly loose at this time.

Obviously, this shirt is just a style that can be found everywhere in the streets and alleys, and it is not tailor-made, and it does not fit very well.

But despite this, she can't hide her indescribable free and easy style.

Emperor Jing muttered in his heart: Fu Jing words are Fu Jing words, she is always different from others.

If Fu Jingyan was asked to use two words to describe his sister, then the first word he would think of would be "Gu Shooting Immortal", and the second word he would think of would be "unruly".

In his heart, the eldest princess of Tianchen Fu Jingzi is like a wisp of wind that blows across eight thousand miles, and he will not stay for anyone;

And like a full moon hanging high in the sky, visible but unreachable—

Even if the moonlight seems to be close at hand in the water, it is still far away, and it will disappear into a phantom when you reach out and touch it.

So when he was a teenager, Fu Jingyan, who was still the prince, always couldn't help but think in his heart: his sister's heart was too wild and too big.

Even if he is famous, he doesn't know the physique of the noble girl in the boudoir.

Later, he got his wish and married Bai Xuanxuan, the daughter of the Minghe Bai family, who had an outstanding reputation among the famous families in Zhaoge City.

thought that such a woman was destined to be the most suitable wife candidate in his mind, but later the more she tasted, the more boring she became.

One day later, he suddenly understood that for many years, he had despised his sister's unobedience to women's morals and indispensability in his heart, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but secretly admire and envy her in his heart that she could "do whatever she wanted" and be herself, without being bound by imperial power and forces from all sides.

He was jealous of her, he envied her, and he admired her.

He secretly hated her for despising the imperial power, but in his heart he couldn't help but respect her character and behavior.

They were originally siblings of one mother and twin twin sisters.

But she is like a "perfect person", setting off his imperfections all the time.

And he is like a reference in the shadows, accustomed to hearing the whispers of others since he was a child.

The crown prince is cowardly, and today he was reprimanded by His Majesty, far less than Princess Tianchen."

"Shhh Her Royal Highness the princess is the high priest of Fengzhi who asked the queen of heaven and asked for the auspicious omen of the revival of the Southern Dynasty!

Although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is a dragon and a phoenix, he is only a mortal in the flesh. ”

"That's right, Her Royal Highness the princess is a goddess, the first goddess born in the royal family in the more than 800 years since the founding of our Tianchen Dynasty! This is the blessing of the ancestors, and His Majesty the ancestors have manifested their spirits! ”

"In this way, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is really lucky.

After being reincarnated as the younger brother of Her Royal Highness the Princess, the position of the prince is as stable as Mount Tai and does not move. ”

"No! Even if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is mediocre, what's the matter?

With Princess Tianchen, the goddess sister of Shentai Palace, she will ensure that his imperial power is stable in the future. ”

"Hey, don't you dare to talk nonsense, what if the queen has other princes in the future?"

"Also, Princess Tianchen is unique, but her younger brother may not be the only one in the future."

"You have a point"

The small and fragmented noisy words in the memory accompanied Fu Jingyan's entire childhood.

The palace people treated him when he was young, plus the queen mother was kind and compassionate, and his sister Princess Tianchen was not often in the palace when she was young, so they didn't shy away from him when they talked.

Later, when he grew older, others deliberately avoided it and did not dare to talk about it in the palace.

As a child, he was often frightened by these words.

Frightened by the father's moodiness towards their mother and son, frightened by the palace people's rudder, and even more frightened by the mouths of others, he was actually just a talentless erector.

…… It is necessary to rely on the auspicious name of his sister to be canonized as the waste of the prince.

I am even more afraid that one day, the mother will have other children!

And my sister, who has not lived in the palace for a long time, will she forget his younger brother? Instead, he tends to pamper and support other younger brothers.

In this way, day after day, under the confusion of this inexplicable pressure, he gradually grew up in a hurry.

Later, with the death of the three uncles and the maternal grandfather Xie Lin of Shangzhuguo, the Xunyang Xie family gradually declined.

And in the silence of his mother's family, he became more and more silent and calm.

Fu Jingyan knew that he only had his sister to rely on.

Although Princess Tianchen Fu Jingci rarely returned to Zhaoge City, she never set foot in the court.

But with her growing fame and status among the rivers and lakes, and her martial arts talent far surpassing all her peers, it is not difficult for Fu Jingyan to guess that she will be his strongest support!

This kind of invisible power has even surpassed the actual "benefits" that his mother Empress Xie or his mother Xunyang Xie clan can bring him.

He hardly dared to imagine how long he would be able to gain power above the court and in front of his unpredictable father if he left this "crutch".

The more frightened Fu Jingyan was, the more he couldn't control his cranky thoughts.

And the more I can't control my thoughts, the more I can't help but want to hold this person tightly in the palm of my hand.

Especially after the death of Empress Xiaochun Xie, his only remaining reliance and relatives seems to be her.

At the same time, his morbid desire to control his sister's hidden heart became more and more difficult to suppress.

Later, she repeatedly rejected his suggestion to let her take off her robe and return to Zhaoge City to help him, but he finally couldn't hold back and released the "demon" that had been imprisoned in his heart for many years.

Since then, a misstep has become a thousand years of hatred, and it has been a hundred years since I looked back.

Fortunately, this man is still there.

He thought: everything, it seems, there is still a chance to turn around and make up.

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