Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, and be fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad.

Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing. When the courtiers hate, when will they perish. Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.

In the Qionghua Pavilion, Zhao Fujin looked sad, and wrote "Man Jianghong" with a pen, the handwriting was extremely stiff and sloppy, and every stroke and painting could show impetuousness and restlessness.

Qiong Zhi grinded the ink on the side, his expression was sleepy, he endured and endured, but he still turned his head and squeezed out a dumb yawn.

At the end of yesterday, Concubine Liu Xian held a 100-day banquet for Emperor Hefu, and the trouble did not disperse until the end of the day. However, Kangfu Emperor was poured too much wine, vomiting and making trouble that could not be stopped, and the entire pavilion was tired and tired.

Later, the eldest lady got the letter, and personally invited the imperial doctor to come, sobering up the soup, and using the soothing incense together, and finally gave birth to An.

Unexpectedly, after sleeping for only three or five minutes, she was called up by Kangfu Diji at night, and first asked: "Where is this?" ”

Drunk and confused, isn't it, where else can it be?

Qiong Zhi patiently replied, served tea, and finally persuaded her to lie down, and she said again: "What year is this?" ”

What year?

The people outside the palace may not know, they are waiting in the palace, which year and month have not arrived, no, they are caught by mouth: "The seventh year of Zhenghe, the tenth day of the autumn season." ”

As soon as he said this, Emperor Kangfu cried and laughed, muttered to himself for a long time, and suddenly asked: "In which palace does Emperor Maode, the first beauty of the Great Song Dynasty, live in?" ”

The first beauty of the Great Song Dynasty, Emperor Maode?

Qiong Zhi snapped his fingers and counted all the more than 20 emperors in the palace, not even letting go of those who had already died, and then told her with certainty that there was no such person!

As a result, Emperor Kangfu just didn't believe it, and asked the east and the west for a long time, and suddenly asked: "What is the name of the fifth daughter of the official family?" ”

The fifth daughter of the official family?

Qiong Zhi was dumbfounded, she looked at her emperor with her eyes: "The fifth, isn't it you?" ”

This time it's a hornet's nest!

Kangfu Diji jumped up from the bed, jumped up and down in the pavilion, scolded and scolded, scared Qiong Zhi half to death, and almost was about to call the eldest lady again, when he suddenly stopped, raised his pen and sleeves and sprinkled ink, and a poem jumped on the paper.

can wait for the most favored emperor in the palace, Qiongzhi is naturally literate and knows a little calligraphy.

This pair of words of Kangfu Diji, compared with the previous words, is simply a world of difference!

Coupled with her expression, Qiong Zhi's heart suddenly sounded, it wasn't that she came back too late last night, and she bumped into a guest, right? I don't know if I want to go to Yaohua Palace to have a look?

She was thinking wildly, but she heard Emperor Kangfu's order: "You stand down, I'm going to rest." ”

That's great!

Qiong Zhi rubbed her head, followed behind Emperor Kangfu, waited for her to clean her hands, lay down, and closed the tent tightly before retreating.

Kangfu Diji, no, to be precise, it was Zhao Fujin lying on the bed, looking at the topped wooden bedspread made of hollow carved rosewood, and fell into an inexplicable mood of grief and indignation!

She crossed!

Life is very good, she is a favored emperor, with a flower and moon appearance, fifteen years old, and in the mood for love.

Compared with the illness in her previous life, she has been haunted by the sickbed for more than 30 years, and she is like a mouse falling into a rice bucket, and she can't ask for it.

However, however, this favored emperor, she is a famous emperor in history who died due to the rupture of the valley road, and she is also the first emperor in the Great Song Dynasty to be sent to the Jinren camp!

Emperor Maud, my God!

How many sins did I do in my last life, and you want to do this to me!

Zhao Fujin bit the corner of the quilt, cried and chirped, first scolded the sky, then scolded the earth, and finally decided that in order to fight against the injustice of God, she decided to die to make a statement!

This rosewood bed top is good.

Zhao Fujin dried his eyes and groped in the tent for a long time, but he couldn't find a suitable tool for hanging the southeast branch, so he finally had to put his eyes on the hanging gauze tent.

There is a slender gauze belt, embroidered with patterns, hung with a tent hook, it is very easy to take off, and the tenacity is enough, it should be very decent to hang up, right?

Just do it.

Zhao Fujin stepped on the empty lattice, tied the gauze belt to the top of the bed, tried the height, and resolutely put his neck in.

The neck tightened, and the breathing stagnated.

It is very similar to the feeling of being out of breath in the later stage of heart disease in the previous life, or even worse!

Zhao Fujin began to regret it!

It's still a princess, and there are still ten years of good life to live, why do you want to die here?

In his previous life, when he was haunted by the sickbed and took more medicine than food, he still knew that it was better to die than to live.

In this life, there are people waiting, everything fragrant and spicy, why die!

Otherwise, live another ten years and die before the invasion of the Jin soldiers, right?

As soon as Zhao Fujin thought about it, he began to struggle desperately, his feet began to flutter around looking for a place to borrow, and his hand pulled the gauze belt to borrow strength.

Who fell into the water?

Zhao Fujin was stunned, which good man's palace still has water on the bed?

Wrong!

This is not the unlucky palace of the Great Song Dynasty.

In front of her was a stretch of golden wheat as far as the eye could see, a lake with a clear bottom at her feet, and behind her an endless mountain with a three-story pavilion built along the lake.

Spacious, retro and magnificent!

Ahhh

It's space, right?

The benefits of the legendary traverser, the golden finger of the big heroine?

Zhao Fujin is boiling!

According to her years of experience in reading, there must be a supreme treasure in this high pavilion, either a precious monument, or a magic weapon for beauty and longevity, and the worst is also gold and silver treasures!

If she's lucky, she'll be able to get a room full of modern guns and ammunition.

But when he ran to him, Zhao Fujin was disappointed.

The attic is about 100 meters wide, has three floors, is supported by dozens of red lacquer columns around, the red bricks of the building are piled up, every three meters are placed a double empty window, in the middle is a large wooden door more than five meters wide, and the top of the wooden door is written "on the true purple void fairy hall".

Go to the True Purple Void Immortal Palace?

Zhao Fujin was stunned, this can't be a Taoist temple, right?

She pushed the two doors, but they didn't move.

I pushed it harder, but it didn't move.

Hey, this gives the golden finger and doesn't let it go!

Zhao Fujin didn't believe in that evil, she gritted her teeth, borrowed her feet with strength, and tried harder, but the door still didn't move.

While she was studying the door, Qiong Zhi sat down under the bed by the window, she covered her mouth and yawned again, and as soon as she kicked off her shoes, she heard the sound of "plop, plop" from the hall.

Qiong Zhi's eyebrows drooped, and he pulled the shoes he had just taken off, muttered into the hall, and asked while pulling the tent: "Emperor Ji wants to ...... again"

Before he could finish asking, his soul flew away.

She saw Kangfu Diji, her eyes were violent, her tongue was sticking out, her feet were pulling her hands, and her head was hanging on the sandalwood bed!

Oh my god!

Qiong Zhi shouted loudly: "Come on, it's not good, Emperor Kangfu has surrendered!" ”