The princess is poisonous [rebirth]

In March, the weather is getting warmer, and the last red plum in Kyoto withered and turned into mud.

Spreading ten miles of red makeup, the joy and noise in the ears, the phoenix crown and Xiapei that ordinary women have been obsessed with all their lives, only made Lu Ying feel heavy, and her heart seemed to be filled with lead. There was no half joy in getting married.

To her, marriage is nothing more than a bargaining chip. She was in the previous life, and she can't escape in this life.The empress dowager bestowed the marriage, and her marriage to King Zhao was talked about by the people of Kyoto for a while, and it was also a beautiful thing for a hero to match a beautiful woman.

But how many people know the suffering in the meantime?Prince Zhao's mansion is either a dragon pool or a tiger's den. Lu Ying knew in his heart that Zheng Zhao was definitely not an upright gentleman.

"Stop the car—"

Lu Ying's heart tightened, what should come will eventually come.

"Miss—" Bi Luo opened the curtain and saw Lu Ying sitting in the sedan chair, her nose became sour for a moment, but the daughter of the dignified general's mansion can only live in the side room, Miss has never been wronged like this.

"Miss..." Bi Luo yelled a few more times with red eye circles, after today, she is no longer a miss.

When Lu Ying heard her cry, she didn't care about the desolation in her heart, but she comforted her: "Silly girl, don't cry after you tell me, why don't you understand?"

"Don't cry, slaves don't cry..."

Lu Kang had been waiting for a long time. As soon as Lu Ying stepped out of the sedan chair, he took a step forward and bowed his body: "Ying'er, come up."

My elder brother carried her like this since he was a child, but now, he no longer has the sense of security he once had. Lu Kang's battle wounds were still unhealed, and his gait was unsteady. Lu Ying noticed it and said softly, "Brother, I'll go by myself."

Lu Kang laughed bitterly at himself, "My brother is useless, but I still have some strength, Yinger, I..."

"Brother!" Lu Ying forced a smile, interrupted the words that the other party was about to say, and seemed to respond easily: "Stop talking, today is my day of great joy."

However, how ironic Daxi sounds now.

Everything seems to be proceeding in an orderly manner, but Lu Ying is still as dull as ever, and what she is thinking about is her father who is dying of illness, and her brother who has returned from an injury. Resurrection may not be able to change the situation, but whether the future is dead or alive is in her hands.

Footsteps, getting closer and closer.Lu Ying was sitting on the couch with her red hijab on her head, her palms clutching the skirt of her skirt felt a little tighter, and her heart began to feel uneasy.

"You go down first."

"Yes... my lord."

Apart from Bi Luo's trembling answering voice, it was the voice of a young man, which Lu Ying still feels unfamiliar to this day, but this situation is exactly the same as in the previous life, only with a different person.

Bi Luo saluted, then looked at Lu Ying again, her slightly drooping face was a little hot, she knew what was going to happen next in her heart, since the prince asked her to go out, she couldn't refute, so she walked away anxiously.

"It really lives up to its reputation." Zheng Zhao took off Lu Ying's hijab with a bit of drunkenness, threw it casually, and fell to the ground. The dim yellow wedding candle flickered, reflecting a fair and bright face, and a touch of red lips added to the charm It's kind of charming, but Lu Ying's expression is like snow in winter, cold to the bone.

"If you smile, it will be even more beautiful." Zheng Zhao smiled, stretched out his hand and lifted Lu Ying's chin, his words were full of wildness.

Lu Ying instinctively dodged for a while, but Ru Mo's eyes immediately met the same place on the other side, and the smile was very far-fetched. She looked at him and said unhurriedly: "My lord...that's absurd."

"Today's wedding night..." Zheng Zhao said, sitting next to Lu Ying, poking his head over, the two of them stuck very close, "It seems that my concubine still has something on her mind, or...she has another lover hidden in her heart, You don’t even want to take another look at this king?”

Lu Ying closed her eyes tightly, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't calm down. At this moment, her heart was full of disgust. She hated the man next to her, who threatened her with the lives of her father and brother. When touching her own skin, Lu Ying suddenly felt sick, reached out and grabbed Zheng Zhao's wrist through the sleeve, opened her eyes, "Wait a minute, my lord..."

"What does Aifei mean?" Zheng Zhao stopped his movements and looked at Lu Ying with some amusement.

"The concubine knows what the prince wants..." Lu Ying let go of his wrist, "Presumably the prince has not forgotten... the original agreement with the concubine?"

"It's hard to chase after a gentleman's words. A family doesn't speak two words. The beloved concubine is a smart person. I must have heard the story of the lips and teeth. Naturally, General Lu and the young general will not sit idly by. You can relax for the time being. "

Under Han Zhen's treatment, his father's illness has indeed improved, otherwise, Lu Ying would not have paid such a high price to pass on to King Zhao, so what if he hates it?After all, it was a fate that could not be escaped, Lu Ying stopped talking, but turned her head slightly to the side.

"Heh, if you don't want to, I won't make it difficult for you." Zheng Zhao poured two glasses of wine from the jade pot and handed them to Lu Ying, "But this Hebei wine still needs..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Ying glanced at him indifferently, grabbed the wine glass straight away, raised her head and drank it down, her red lips stained with wine became more and more beautiful.

"Sure enough, she is a strong woman."

The eyes are a little bit blurred, the consciousness is fading a little bit, and the gauze curtain becomes ethereal...

At some point, Lu Ying woke up from the old dream again, sweat dripped down her cheeks.

Lu Ying only felt dizzy, and wanted to get up when she uncovered the Jinsijin quilt, but found that she was lying down with her clothes together, still wearing the red wedding gown she wore in the daytime, and there was only her in the room... Burned out, only a little bit of wick is left, dancing with shimmering light.

"Bi Luo, Bi Luo?" Lu Ying called several times, but no one answered.

"What's your order?" Suddenly there was a creaking sound of the door opening, and a woman in a lavender jacket came in, holding a lamp in her hand. Lu Ying remembered that it was the maid Jin she had seen in the daytime. Peach.

"Where's Biluo?" For the moment, Lu Ying still wasn't quite used to the change of identity.

"Back to your mother, Bi Luo is learning the rules from the big housekeeper. If your mother has something to do, she will tell her servants the same."

"Where did the prince go?" Lu Ying asked through layers of gauze curtains.

"The lord has something urgent to go out, let the slaves serve you well."

It was Maoshi, and the sky in the east gradually became pale.

Lu Ying sat in front of the dressing mirror, lost in thought. The scattered three thousand blue silks were finally tied into a bun. This is a symbol of a woman marrying a man. Xianli, Lu Yingxi is pure and clean, but now seeing herself in the mirror, she feels strange.

"Your Majesty, it's time to go to Qingyue Pavilion to greet the princess."

"Ah."

The corridor is long, and Lu Ying walks slowly to get familiar with the unfamiliar environment in front of him bit by bit. Qingyue Pavilion is located in the southeast of the palace, a distance from Qiushui Garden where Lu Ying lives.

The second floor of Qingyue Pavilion is the fish watching platform. Ying Qiu is leaning on the railing and throwing fish food at the golden silk carp in the fish pond. There is a piece of guqin, the score has not been closed yet, and you can still smell the faint sandalwood, but this time there is a little more fragrance of yucca grass, when Lu Ying passed by the yard just now, the orchids were already in bloom.

The servant girl had already notified her in advance. Hearing the sound of footsteps, Gu Qingzhan put down the soft pen in his hand, looked up at Lu Ying, with a faint smile on his face, "Your sister is here, are you still getting used to it?"

Counting it, this was the third time Lu Ying met her, but unexpectedly, it was in such an embarrassing capacity.Her "sister" was so natural that Lu Ying was at a loss for a while, staring at Gu Qingzhan's eyes for a long time, then took the teacup handed by the maid and offered it, "Here...greetings to sister. "

When I said it, it seemed that it was not as difficult as I imagined. Maybe it was the chrysanthemum-like temperament on her body that I couldn't hate. The only thing that Lu Ying didn't dislike in the huge palace... was her up.

"There is no need to be so reserved between you and me. You have just entered the mansion, if you need anything, just tell me."

"Lu Ying thanked...sister."

On the third day after marrying into the palace, except for the wedding night, Zheng Zhao did not come to Qiushui Garden to spend the night again, which was a good sign for Lu Ying, and saved him the trouble of mediating with him, but Bi Luo always combed her hair and sighed: "My lord I went to Qingyue Pavilion again last night."

Lu Ying scolded her in a low voice: "Bi Luo, you are not in the General's Mansion now, so be more cautious in everything."

"The maidservant is just for the sake of the young lady...for the empress's injustice." Why don't you be in a hurry, she fell out of favor like this in just three days, and there will be a long time to come, Bi Luo couldn't figure out why the young lady woke up from a coma, why it seemed like she had been reborn.

"I have it in my mind."

After returning to Ning, Lu Yuanshao's condition improved significantly, and his complexion gradually recovered. This was probably the only thing Lu Ying felt gratified about. No matter what price he paid, he finally changed. At least he made up for the regret he had for his father in his previous life.

Time passed day by day, seemingly calm.To Lu Ying, the whole palace is like a cold prison, and he can't go anywhere. Zheng Zhao still rarely comes to Qiushui Garden, and when he comes, he just sits for a while and leaves. If he didn't go to Qingyue Tower every morning to say hello, Lu Ying almost forgot her identity as a side concubine.

Lu Ying still often recalled the old nightmare, the killing that lingered in her mind in her previous life, often made her wake up in her dreams, and when she woke up in the middle of the night, she felt a dull pain in her heart, as if she had been stabbed by someone. Injured in general.

The green bamboos are green and the sound of the piano is melodious.Lu Yingfu was writing something in front of the mahogany desk. The handwriting on the rice paper was not good-looking, even a little crooked. Her mother was once the most talented woman in Kyoto, but she has no inheritance here. It's all because she was too naughty when she was a child. Now I want to listen to my mother's teachings, but I have no chance.

"My lady, my lady... something happened!"

"Why are you so reckless?"