The vermilion wall is green tile, the palace is deep, and I don't know how deep it is. The palace wall that blocks the vast world outside does not seem to be high at all, but even so, there are still countless people who have not been able to jump over the vermilion wall and melt into the vast world in their lives, but have become another white skeleton in the deep palace.

The solemn gate of the imperial city will be opened and closed every day, day after day, year after year, and so on, but the gate leading to the vast world of the outside world is not for anyone to enter and exit freely, and among the figures that enter and exit freely, there are no small and humble figures.

Regardless of whether men or women, whether they entered the palace out of their own volition or out of desperation, I wonder if those people knew what it meant to enter the palace when they first entered the palace? I wonder if the newcomers who would enter the palace every year, when they walked into this solemn imperial city gate, would they ever think that they would die of old age in the desolate old age in the palace, or even become another miserable body of white bones under the power?

Entering the palace to seek a living, or is it a person who has the heart to chase glory and wealth, when he walks into this solemn imperial city gate with high morale, can he seriously weigh the tragic price that all this will have to pay?

Like Li Li, a gray-haired person who has accepted his fate will stare into the distance stupidly, longing for the day when he can walk out of the gate of the imperial city alive and reunite with his relatives. What about those who have not accepted their fate? should they struggle to reach out to the sky outside with the last of their strength, or should they quietly watch the distant sky gloomy?

And I, and Zhuang Feiyu, who grew up in the deep palace, what will happen in the end?

Zhuang Mengdie pushed open the door of the imperial study, slowly walked into the inner hall, the young man standing with his hands in his hands turned his head when he heard the sound, those deep eyes at the moment when he saw Zhuang Mengdie, a little guilty, but now that he is the supreme king of Tianxuan, he instinctively set up a little coldness that will not back down.

As a king, the one who holds the highest power in his hands should get what he wants. I shouldn't have looked at people's faces, and I shouldn't have to feel guilty about anyone.

Zhuang Mengdie quietly looked at Yang Jingyue's cold and slightly contradictory gaze for a while, and then slowly saluted Yang Jingyue.

He is now the king of Tianxuan, and he is no longer the mentally incomplete brother Jingyue, who can only play with himself, and is also very easy to fool. Now, in this imperial study, there are only monarchs and ministers, and there are no brothers and sisters. What's more, there is no blood relationship between them, so how can they have brother and sister love.

"The king knows that you have come to say something to the king, and he did not want to see you, but you forced the king to do so. Looking at Zhuang Mengdie quietly, Yang Jingyue's voice carried the majesty and coldness of a king.

Yang Jingyue called herself "this king" in front of Zhuang Mengdie for the first time, and no longer called her "Mengdie", which shows that he is quite dissatisfied with Zhuang Mengdie's forcible request to see her, or he is extremely dissatisfied with Zhuang Mengdie's original intention of coming this time.

A "king" has opened up the distance between monarchs and ministers, even if Zhuang Mengdie had already thought about repeating the old trick before she came, and she should not be too tough on Yang Jingyue, but now, how can she lick her face and call Yang Jingyue "Brother Jingyue" affectionately?

Anyway, even if she Zhuang Mengdie is not favored by Zhuang Yimo because of her life experience, she also grew up in the palace, which determines her arrogance in her bones.

"Wechen came this time, and I knew what King Tianxuan would say, but Wechen still had to come. Zhuang Mengdie looked at Yang Jingyue and smiled slightly, and there was respect for being a courtier but not alienating between her words.

The originally cold light in Yang Jingyue's eyes suddenly flickered, and it was not his intention to be cold to Zhuang Mengdie, so after seeing the slight smile on the corner of Zhuang Mengdie's mouth, he instantly lost his strength and prestige as a king, and swallowed the cold words he originally wanted to say back into his stomach.

Yang Jingyue took a long breath softly, her tone softened a lot, and said slowly: "Mengdie, if you really don't want to be my princess, even if it is in name only, I won't force you." It's just that there is still a period of time before the concubine is sealed, and during this period of time, I also take this opportunity to take a good look at whether there will be any changes between the courtiers of the Shaking Light Kingdom and Tianxuan, you have the right to do Brother Jingyue a favor, you just need to be silent during this period, you don't have to worry about the rest, I will not tie up the reluctant you to hold the concubine ceremony. ”

"Brother Jingyue, don't you understand? If I remain silent at this moment and cooperate with you in this play, then what will Li Qiushuang think? What will Zhuang Fuyao think? I don't want to know why Zhuang Fuyao got involved, but you should know, no matter what, she is also my eldest sister, besides, I have broken the heart of the eldest sister before, how can I hurt her again now?"

Zhuang Mengdie smiled helplessly, paced back and forth indoors, and said leisurely: "Whether it is the previous dynasty or the harem, in this palace, it is the same, as long as you get involved, it will be difficult to get out, and when the time comes, it will no longer be me who can control when I will quit, not to mention, on one side is Li Qiushuang, on the other side is Zhuang Fuyao, how can I get out of my body?"

"You said that I have a delicate imperial heart, maybe I am a princess in name only, which will indeed help you maintain the balance of the harem forces, and I also know that maintaining the balance of the harem is equivalent to stabilizing the situation of the previous dynasty. However, Brother Jingyue, have you ever asked me that in this way, I will have to deal with the hostility from Li Qiushuang and Zhuang Fuyao at the same time, and even more people will join this bureau, when that time comes, how will you let me withdraw from it?"

"Do you think that you are the king of Tianxuan, and you want to shelter me under your wings, so that I can gain a firm foothold in this endless raging? Brother Jingyue, what do you really want? Is it true that one day, you see the corpse of Mengdie in front of you, and you are willing to let go?"

"Stop!" Yang Jingyue, who had been silent and listening to Mengdie's questioning, suddenly stopped Zhuang Mengdie angrily. How could he see her die in front of him? Even if it was just such an assumption, he felt that his heart ached, and he couldn't accept it anyway.

"Please ask King Tianxuan to take back his fate. After Zhuang Mengdie was stopped by Yang Jingyue, she did not continue the topic just now, but changed her words and respectfully asked him to withdraw her destiny to be crowned princess.

Whether it's a real princess, a princess in name only, or just a puzzle for this period of time, she can't accept it.

Perhaps, it doesn't matter if she's alone, it's just that when it comes to Zhuang Feiyu, she doesn't dare to take the slightest risk.

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