The sunset melts gold, the afterglow becomes a cloud, and suddenly the snow falls.

In the Hibiscus Palace, the warm cage crackles and the heat curls.

The glass lamp sprinkled the colorful scene, shining on the beauty on the chaise longue, the color was beautiful, the end was bright eyes and bright teeth, and the skin was white and snowy.

Cui Yunzhaoyu's hand twisted lightly, and gently turned a page of the book, and his bright eyes seemed to be full of starlight, extremely bright.

On the side of the chaise longue, the round-faced plump peach scarlet lit a new incense, and her voice was clear: "Madam, it is snowing heavily, if it is cold for you, the slave maid will ask someone to burn another warm cage." ”

Cui Yunzhao put down the book in his hand when he heard this, sat up slightly, and squinted his eyes to look out.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the window, falling and falling, just in time to reflect a mottled tall figure.

Cui Yunzhao's heart trembled slightly, and he fixed his eyes to see where there was any tall figure, only the plane tree stood quietly.

She pursed her lips and suddenly smiled brightly.

"Zhuzhu girl, what kind of man do you like?"

Cuizhu, the little maid who was serving tea below, blushed when she heard this, and looked shyly at the bright beauty with a smile on her face.

"Madam, slave, slave like to be gentle and elegant."

Mrs. An Ning Cui Yunzhao has a good temper and treats the maids and servants around her very gently, so the little maid dares to reply to this sentence.

Listening to her words, Cui Yunzhaofeng's eyes drooped slightly, and a casual smile overflowed his lips.

"Reader?" There was an indescribable laziness in her voice, "Where is the good reader, the thin body is not three or two pieces of meat, not majestic at all." ”

Cui Yunzhao was born in the Boling Cui family, and he is a well-known scholarly family in the world.

But I never thought that Mrs. would say this, and I was suddenly a little stunned, and subconsciously said, "What kind of man is good?" ”

Cui Yunzhao suddenly raised his eyes, and there was an indescribable nostalgia in his eyes.

Her voice was accompanied by the curling green smoke, like boiling water, which exploded in the little girl's heart with ripples that could not be flattened.

"A man, naturally, is the best tall and mighty general," Cui Yunzhao smiled on his lips, his eyes flowed, and he was full of amorous feelings, "A good man naturally wants to have ape arms and bee waist, height and long legs, especially the tendon meat, touch it gently, tsk......"

When she said this, she was interrupted by the red-faced Taofei: "Miss......"

Cui Yunzhao's voice paused slightly, glanced at Taofei, and suddenly laughed coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, I'm not going to mess with you."

The little maid's face was still very red, but she didn't dare to say anything, but she was thinking in her heart: Is what Madame said about today's saint?

As everyone knows, when Mrs. married His Majesty Long Qian at the age of eighteen, they were together for several years, but in the end they divorced due to a discordant relationship.

However, after the two reconciled, it took only two years for Huo Tan, who was then the envoy of Jiedu, to be proclaimed emperor, establish a state to expand the territory, and lay down thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Probably remembering the old love that once shared hardships, His Majesty named Cui Yunzhao as Mrs. Ning'an, and gave him Changle Villa at the foot of Fulu Qingfeng Mountain, Prince Lubi.

Even so, no one in Bianjing laughed at Cui Yunzhao's eyes, and he passed by the queen's throne.

As soon as the little maid was so distracted, she didn't hear Taofei's voice.

Taofei frowned slightly, and her voice became heavier: "Cuizhu, don't go open the door yet." ”

The little maid hurriedly got up and went over to open the door.

A gust of cold wind brought a fresh scent of snow, followed by a bitter smell of medicine.

The medicine came with Aunt Ning Zi, who was serving the decoction medicine beside her lady, and she was followed by an attendant whose face she couldn't see clearly, and she was bowing her head to collect her umbrella.

Ning Zi entered the Furong Hall with the medicine, walked quickly to the back of the screen, and half-knelt beside the chaise longitine.

"Ma'am, it's time for medicine."

With her arrival, a cold wind blew in her face.

Cui Yunzhao suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, and an indescribable sorrow surged into his heart.

She lowered her eyes, looked at the bitter medicine in the tray, and sighed slightly.

"What are you doing with it?"

Ning Zi had always had no expression, but at this moment, she raised her eyes and looked at her a few times, looking a little cautious.

"Madame, you should eat."

Cui Yunzhao nodded, she still wanted to live for a long time, take a good look at what kind of imperial industry Huo Tan can achieve, and naturally make herself healthy.

Ning Zi brought the medicine, and Cui Yunzhao took a sip, only to feel that there was an indescribable bitterness in it.

"Why is today's medicine so bitter?"

She said coquettishly.

Ning Zi seemed to have no choice, so she took a candied fruit from the tray and sent it to Cui Yunzhao's lips.

Cui Yunzhao ate the candied fruit, took the handkerchief in Cuizhu's hand, and gently wiped it on his lips.

"Still hello ......"

After these four words, a sharp pain swept from the limbs.

The handkerchief in her hand fell to the ground like a fallen leaf in winter, withered and pitiful.

Boundless pain hissed in her head, blood gushed from her mouth and nose, and she felt like a puppet being restrained, struggling helplessly and uselessly in pain.

Growing up, she had never been so hurt.

"Ahh Someone, call the doctor! ”

Cui Yunzhao only felt that the heavens and the earth were blood-red, and the pain made her almost unable to hear the panic of the people around her, and she suddenly realized that she was about to die.

After being Mrs. Ning An comfortably for four years, she finally couldn't enjoy this monstrous wealth.

"Who...... I ......" Cui Yunzhao struggled to speak, but only said these two words.

Her eyes roamed around the Hibiscus Palace, and she didn't know what to look for, only in a blood-red spot, she saw the figure outside the window again.

In her twenty-eight years of life, the last words she heard were: "That man's heart is really ruthless." ”

The voice was faint and cold, with a piercing coldness.

But Cui Yunzhao couldn't see anything.

At the last moment before she died, she thought: Huo Tan, are you going to kill me?

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Suddenly there was a loud noise in my ears.

Cui Yunzhao only felt trembling all over, something flashed from the depths of her soul, she subconsciously opened her eyes, but she still only saw a blood red in the world.

Cui Yunzhao only felt that her heart was pounding, and the pain spread from her heart, she subconsciously pinched the placket on her chest, but touched a warm jade pendant that had long been lost.

She couldn't tell whether she was dead or alive, a human or a ghost.

Just when Cui Yunzhao was stunned, a familiar and unfamiliar voice suddenly came to his ears: "Miss, what's wrong with you?" Scared? ”

Cui Yunzhao raised her head suddenly, only to feel that the blood mist covering her eyes shook with her movements, accompanied by a sound of ringing Pei Linlang.

She was stunned for a moment.

Cui Yunzhao stretched out his hand in disbelief and gently touched the red mist in front of him.

Starting, it is a splendid moire.

Where is the blood she spit out, and it is not a red mist, but a red hijab on her head.

Ten years ago, in the fourth year of Jingde of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, she married Huo Tan with the red hijab used that day.

Cui Yunzhao lifted the hijab, and saw the candlelight all over the room.

A long-dead man stood beside her, looking at her nervously.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Cui Yunzhao shook her head, she wanted to come to her senses.

After a while, she raised her eyes and looked at the maid Li Qing seriously, and there was an indescribable tremor in her voice: "Li Qing? ”

The maid Liqing hurriedly said, "Miss, I'm here." ”

Cui Yunzhao's thoughts surged for a moment, she tried to hold back the tears in her eyes, and then asked, "Am I marrying Huo Tan?" ”

This is a strange question, but thinking of this aggrieved marriage, tears flashed in Li Qing's eyes.

"Miss, the marriage is decided, don't be too upset."

Cui Yunzhao was not sad, she only felt that her heart trembled, but an indescribable joy filled her heart.

For the previous four years, Mrs. Anning had lived a comfortable life, and she had nothing to do, so she found many books to read.

Among them, there is a kind of ghost and monster script, which she likes to read.

Could it be ......

Cui Yunzhao's eyes lit up suddenly.

Could it be that she came back from the dead, back to ten years ago?

Thinking so, she stretched out her hand to Li Qing and motioned for her to lower her head.

When her slender jade hands pinched on Liqing's emaciated face, the other party's warm body temperature warmed her fingertips in an instant.

"Oh, Miss......" Li Qing was pinched by her, but she didn't dare to say anything because of the bride outside the door.

Cui Yunzhao only felt soft and happy in his heart.

It's okay, it's okay, Liqing is still alive, and she's still alive.

Just as the master and servant were talking, there was a sudden commotion outside.

Cui Yunzhao's ears are very good, and he immediately heard the voice of the bride: "The groom, you are here, if you don't come, the bride will have to wait in a hurry." ”

Cui Yunzhao frowned, immediately let go of his hand, and put the hijab on his face again.

The red mist obscured her eyes again, not allowing Li Qing to see the exploration and deep thought in her eyes.

Resurrected from the dead, mysterious and mysterious, and back to ten years ago.

The ten years were delicate and long, and she could remember every day and night, every joy, sorrow, and sorrow.

It must not be a dream.

Since it is not a dream, who will be the person who poisoned her in the fourth year of Jianyuan?

Just as Cui Yunzhao was thinking, the door was slammed open.

A clear voice with the smell of wine sounded in the room: "What's the hurry, I'm not here?" ”

Cui Yunzhao narrowed her eyes, and she could discern the owner of the voice in an instant.

Her former husband, Huo Tan, the later founding emperor of Great Chu.

Just as Cui Yunzhao was thinking, a hot, alcohol-scented figure enveloped her.

The man is a head taller than her, with a sturdy body, because he has been leading troops in battles all year round, and he has an ape-backed bee waist and a long posture.

He sat down beside her, and his breath blended together in an instant, making people's hearts beat a little faster.

Huo Tan was born in a military family, and he paid attention to quick battles on the battlefield, never dragging mud and water, he sat next to the delicate beauty, and reached out to hold her slender waist.

Before the bride and the in-laws had followed up, he had no scruples about wanting to act recklessly.

But the next moment, the beauty's soft and boneless hand firmly pressed his strong wrist.

The woman's delicate and warm voice sounded like a pearl in the darkness, sounding in Huo Tan's ears: "Lang Jun, what are you anxious about?" ”