Passerby A, she's on top again

Lincheng is the most prosperous city in the country of Li, and there are many merchants and nobles. If you fish for anything on the street, it may be the son of the noble family, the daughter of the minister's servant.

In Lincheng in March, it was cloudy and rainy. Spring has just entered, and the chill has not yet faded away.

Fengyuelou is the largest tavern in Lincheng, and the guests who come and go are not only high-ranking, powerful and wealthy, but at least they are also families of small businessmen.

The spring rain of Tandong knocking on the beam is soft and feeble, like a long-sick girl stepping out of the house for the first time, moving slowly and dying, dripping powerlessly along the blue-gray tiles.

The drizzle in half a month is somewhat annoying.

A hand suddenly protruded from a room on the third floor, and gently pushed open the wooden window of that room.

That hand was a little slender than the average man's, but more slender than the woman's. It was wearing a black glove, and on the glove was embroidered auspicious clouds shaped like birds and birds with gold thread.

After pushing open the wooden window, the hand was behind its owner's back.

Its owner has a sharp and heroic face, a light crimson robe with wide sleeves, a black iron token hanging on his waist, and a jade crown on his head.

But she is not a man, but a valiant woman.

The woman withdrew her hand and turned around. The guard next to her quickly put a valuable fox cloak on the woman, then lowered her head and stepped aside, speaking in a low voice.

"My lord, it's getting late, I'm afraid the emperor will blame me if I go late."

"Then let's go into the palace and have a look. I really want to know what your Majesty's arrangement is for me."

With her left hand behind her back and her right hand in front of her body, the woman walked past the little guard and left the box.

Her right hand was not gloved, her five fingers were white and strong, her palm was covered with thick calluses, and there was a hideous scar on the back of her hand.

This is the only prince of the opposite sex who left the country. He entered the fortress at the age of seven, led troops into the enemy's army and captured the enemy general at the age of 11, and wiped out the Tartars at the age of 12.

So in Liguo, where women are always respected, Si Hongxue was granted the title of King of East Lin by the emperor as a matter of course.

In this way, the war in the northern part of the Great Wall was stable, just as the ceremony of the King of the East and Ji was about to arrive, so an imperial decree recalled people to the imperial city.

"My lord! It's not good, the young lady fell into the water!"

The two had just reached the door of the box, and before they had time to step over the threshold, a servant from the palace stumbled out.

"My lord, the young miss is dying!"

The woman frowned fiercely when she heard the words. She could be called a little lady, and the entire East Lin Palace was only her careless little sister.

"Presumptuous, don't you want the head that is yelling in front of the prince?" The guard on the side glared fiercely at the young man and scolded, "The prince is going to the palace to face the saint now, can you delay?"

"But Miss, she..."

"Okay, let's go to the doctor if you have anything to do." The guard pursed his lips in disgust, and then carefully looked at the woman beside him, "My lord, let's go to the palace as soon as possible."

The woman didn't answer the guard's words, she raised her chin to the boy: "Take me to see her."

"Hey?" The boy was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the lord to agree so simply, and then he was ecstatic and nodded repeatedly, "Please, lord!"

"Your Majesty, what about His Majesty..." What should I do?
The personal guard spoke anxiously, but had no choice but to follow in the footsteps of King Donglin.

Originally, the prince had always been feared by the empress, but now that she has caused such a thing again, I really don't know what to say, don't you really think that without the prince, she can be at ease?

That woman doesn't know what's wrong with her brain, she always fights against the prince, if she has such a younger sister, she will definitely be the first to kill her!
To the east is the palace.

Next to the flower pond in the backyard.

The slender servants gathered together, looking at the dying girl on the ground with embarrassed expressions, but no one went to the doctor.

Simu moved his eyelids with difficulty, aiming at the indifference of the servants and a man in white kneeling straight on the left.

The man was only wearing a thin piece of silk, and his lips were blue from the cold in the early spring, but he seemed to be unknown, staring coldly at the lifeless girl on the grass.

"..." cold...so cold...

It was as if the blood had frozen.

Simu moved his lips but couldn't make a sound.

Is she going to die just after transmigrating into this world?Isn't the original owner the sister of King Donglin?Why so many people have no one to help her?
The man was startled when he saw the girl's eyes open, he gritted his teeth, and was relieved to see the gray of death slowly appearing in the other's eyes.

It would be best for this idiot to die, and I dare to miss him as the young master of the general's mansion, death is not a pity!

Does she fit?
As long as the idiot is dead, he can just use this to get one step closer to the prince.

Just as he was thinking, there was commotion outside the courtyard, the man's eyes lit up, he immediately stumbled up from the ground, and staggered out.

"My lord, you're back..." When I walked to the stone archway, I saw a familiar figure. The man's face was full of joy, and his fair face flushed. "My lord, my young lady..."

Donglin Wang walked up to the man and paused. Seeing the slap marks on the man's face, his eyes became colder. But he thought that the accident happened to his younger sister who had the same father and same mother. She did not comfort the man, and continued to move forward.

Her younger sister has always been disgusting and at odds with her, but she is also her only relative.

Following the appearance of Donglin King, the young servants who had gathered together quickly dispersed, retreated to one side and knelt down.

The body temperature faded away, and his brain was in chaos. Simu saw a figure in a daze, and subconsciously reached out and grabbed the hem of the person's clothes.

"Go get an imperial doctor." With a hoarse voice, King Donglin leaned over and picked up the girl on the ground, "Today, all the servants in the yard were dragged down and killed with sticks."

"Yes, my lord." The following guards bowed their hands and were not surprised by Donglin Wang's behavior.

Although the lord and the young lady are in dire straits, they are also the lord's younger sister, and it's not up to a few servants to slack off.

After King Donglin left, the servants recovered with fear on their faces, but they didn't even dare to beg for mercy.

The man in white looked at Donglin Wang holding the little lady and left without even looking at him. He couldn't help the redness in his eyes, and comforted himself in his heart, he followed Donglin Wang silently.

The girl was dripping wet, and her body temperature was as low as a block of ice. Feeling the temperature from the other person, she subconsciously leaned into the other person's arms.

The person in her arms was light and small, and Si Hongxue was taken aback by her dependent behavior. Her eyelids moved and she lowered her eyes to glance at the person in her arms and quickened her pace.

When they arrived at the Qinghe Garden, the man in white was stopped by the maid at the gate of the courtyard.

"Mr. Qiao, the inside is the dormitory of the little lady, please stop for your name."

"Okay, then I'll wait for the prince here." The man nodded and couldn't help but look into the garden.

Today, because Simu fell into the water and endangered his life, even if Simu was wrong, he couldn't just get away from the conversation, let alone he hadn't said a word to the prince yet.

Si Hongxue kicked open the door and gently put the girl on the soft couch. Just as she was about to reach out to change the girl's clothes, she suddenly remembered the other party's hostility towards her, so she withdrew her hand and summoned a waitress, while she recited the girl's words. Go and sit down at the wooden table in the house.

After about ten breaths, Si Hongxue turned to look at the couch after the maid finished changing her clothes and left.

The body temperature on the soft couch rose again, but it was ridiculously high, muttering in his mouth: "Uncomfortable... woo... so cold..."

Gently rubbing the jade finger on the thumb with her left hand, Si Hongxue hesitated for a moment, got up and walked to the side of the soft couch to sit down. She pressed the girl's wrist with one hand, and channeled her internal force.