"What are these white banners doing all over the street? Hey, do all officials wear white belts?"
"How many days you haven't been out, you don't even know? The princess protected the country! The whole country is at the funeral!"
"The Princess protected it? You mean Princess Danyang? Isn't it a good thing she died? It's time to play the gongs and drums to celebrate.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, if this was heard by the officer, you will be arrested and imprisoned.
The people from the tea store were sitting at a table in pairs and threes, looking at the paper money outside and talking.
Speaking of that princess Danyang, she was a twelve year old worm from the Northern Wei dynasty, a terrifying evil to all people. She was clearly the daughter of a family, but despite her shame, she raised dozens of facial leaders in the mansion, connected courtiers, abused the powerful, played with power, and framed Zhongliang!
Wherever he went, bodies were everywhere and people were not alive. His evil deeds are so numerous that he has countless crimes!
If you want to write a biography for Princess Danyang, then many officials at court will definitely go out and add pens, and use the harshest words to place the princess at the pillar of shame in history forever, so that she will never live beyond life. !
But good and evil bear fruit. This arrogant princess finally spent eight years in Daxing and was imprisoned in Feiyun Palace for "murdering a minister". It was the day of the new emperor's reign when she died "ill" in her residence. On the day of her death, Qiqiao bled, and her death was extremely miserable.
The government decently regretted it, but the people were secretly happy.
Evil is rewarded! Good Death!
Amidst the joyous applause, the snow-white bills fell one after another, some were blown away by the wind, fluttered in the air and flew to the door of an official residence by the official road, flying over the vermilion paint.
The White House.
In the west courtyard wing of the mansion, someone turned around and inadvertently swept the medicine bowl by the bed.
"It broke!"
With a clear sound, Li Huaiyu woke up suddenly, his heart was beating like a drum and a cold sweat broke when he opened his eyes. She sat on her back, panting uncontrollably at her throat, and her eyelashes trembled so much that Liushen took a long time to return.
Where is this?
The worn-out wing rooms are old and cheap everywhere, the light penetrates through the carved mottled windows, illuminating the dust in the air, misty as fog.
Frowning and staring at the dust for a while, Huaiyu was a little dazed.
The door opened with a "crunch", and a maid came in with a bowl of water. When she saw it, she said with joy: "Miss, you finally woke up!
Miss? Li Huaiyu frowned and looked at her, wondering where she came from. She was called "Her Royal Highness" when she was born. When was she called "Miss"?
"This time you scared the maid, the maid almost thought you were dead," the maid murmured to herself, full of sighs.
Dying? Is it possible that she is not dead now? Huaiyu was surprised and took a deep breath.
She is not really dead!
Is she ... not dead?
A tremor spread from the tip of her heart to her extremities, Li Huaiyu got up enthusiastically, jumped out of bed and ran to the window sill, pushing the wooden window open.
The sun was shining, shining between her fingers, falling on her face, warm. The first wildflower bushes bloomed perfectly, and the breeze blew the jade color away.
After looking for a while, he took a few deep breaths of fresh air and showed a strange smile.
God has eyes, she is still alive.
Li Huaiyu, the princess of Danyang, is still alive!
The head of the little girl behind her was frightened by her actions, her eyes opened and she stuttered and shouted: "Little ... lady?
With a smile, Huaiyu looked around, turned his head inexplicably, pointed to the tip of his nose and asked: "Are you calling me?
Lingxiu nodded and looked at her puzzled: "Of course the maid is calling you, miss, don't you recognize the maid?
Huaiyu thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't recognize you.
On the day his last memory remained in Feiyun Palace, March 27, he drank the gift from the top of the red crane he had given him, spat blood and lay down on the soft sofa in shame.
There was a group of people kneeling in front of her, red-eyed and bowing to her, shouting in unison: "Your Highness..."
These two characters resounded like the whimper of a flute and echoed several times in the hall, mixed with the patience of the crying, which made people feel bitter.
Then he closed his eyes and plunged into darkness.
Logically speaking, she should be dead. Even if she is not dead, she should be in the Feiyun Palace. Why is she in this strange place?
Spinning in a bewildered circle, Huaiyu saw a boudoir and quickly bent down to take a look.
The person in the mirror is strange, with thin eyebrows and soft eyes, and his skin is white as if he had never seen the sun before, and his head is blackened like a cloud. She has a large palm on her face, small earlobes, a thin neck and a dark, half-old cloth; there is no flesh all over her body and it feels as if a gust of wind might blow over her.
This is not her.
Everybody knows that Princess Danyang is dominant, half of her is confident about her royal status and half about her incomparable martial arts. She has been practicing martial arts for many years. How can the steel and iron bones in her body resemble this bamboo stick?
But when she moved, the person in the mirror also moved, grimaced, and the delicate face in the mirror crumpled.
With a sunken heart, Li Huaiyu turned his head and asked, "What year and month is today?
Lingxiu looked at her without understanding and said, "This is the eighth year of Daxing, the fourth day of April..."
Fourth of April? Huaiyu's lips whitened sharply: "Is Princess Danyang already dead?
Lingxiu nodded, "Hell, today is only the first seven days, and the government is going to the funeral.
Li Huaiyu: "..."
Princess Danyang has gone to the funeral.
Who is she then? !
She shook her head unconsciously, feeling that this was so strange that her lips trembled. After turning around twice, she said, "I am hungry.
"Ah" Lingxiu nodded, "The slave maid will go and fetch you food now!"
Huaiyu nodded and looked calmly at the girl who was running away. When the figure disappeared, she took a deep breath, lifted her skirt and ran away.
Her body is at the funeral, but she can still say that she can jump on another person, this kind of thing... If you don't see it with your own eyes, you won't believe it!
When he ran out of the room, it looked like a big house outside. Li Huaiyu didn't bother to look at anything. She ran down the Moon Gate corridor to the end, avoiding people, and found the outer wall of the courtyard. Don't look around, step on the debris piled up on the wall and climb up.
She can't sew, but she's more familiar with things like climbing walls and hitting birds. Although the courtyard wall is higher, Huaiyu climbed up the tile eaves and jumped ...
Then he fell to the ground with a "bang"!
"With a painful scream, Li Huaiyu could not get up for long.
It is a miscalculation, if he used to overturn the wall, this kind of trivial matter would definitely be a big problem, but now he seems to be very weak and not very obedient, so he fell directly, which is really embarrassing.
Fortunately, the place where he fell was quite good. It was a little softer than the blue stone brick floor. It didn't hurt, but his lips were torn by his teeth and the tip of his tongue was punctured. He smelled of rust.
"His... It hurts!
Before he got up, there was a cold light next to him, and a murderous intention came: "Who is it!"
Li Huaiyu was surprised, and when he looked sideways, he turned out to be a guard in a mysterious suit, looking at her with a frightening sword.
Hey stop? She just went over the wall and didn't kill anyone. Why is she so excited?
The soft floor underneath moved.
Realizing that something was wrong, Li Huaiyu blinked and looked down slowly.
A person dressed in a green amber brocade and a soft cloud suit was pressed under her body. The jade crown was still standing and her expression was calm. A pair of ink-stained eyes looked at her, like a black dragon breaking waves. Some of the pale lips were tinted bright red, like flowers in the snow.
At first sight, Huaiyu was a little surprised, this person is really a rare color in the world, with good looks.
However, at the second glance, Huaiyu recognized who that face was.
This ... this person ...
"You're not up yet," he said coolly.
Hearing that familiar voice, Huaiyu's face went from shocked to ashen, sitting astride him, not only did he not get up, but he wanted to crush him to death.
It's really narrow, Jiang Xuanjin!
The sky full of bills fell, Li Huaiyu squeezed a piece of paper and looked at the person under it, with hate in his heart.
Everyone said that the new emperor blamed Princess Danyang for "murdering a senior minister" and then died. However, Li Huaiyu knew how she died.
She was killed by that Ziyang Jun Jiang Xuanjin!
On March 27 in the eighth year of Daxing, a good day for the funeral, Jiang Xuanjin calmly offered her a red crane crest in her eyes and the Buddha's incense remained in her voice.
"Send His Royal Highness," he said.
Wearing his favorite peony costume from Yaochi Palace, Huaiyu sat on the Wishful Acacia couch, generously accepted the poison and drank it.
"The Lord must live a long life," he laughed.
This was the last word he said to him, not tender, but reluctant to become a ghost for revenge, and he squeezed it between his teeth. As she speaks, she swears in her heart, as long as there is a chance, she must let Jiang Xuanjin survive and die!
Now, I really found myself again.