Quick Transmigration: Plum rhyme

【Female Queen Series: Male Emperor's Counterattack】Yi Wang

There are voices calling repeatedly, imprinting the eternal oath, and the scenes that have been dusty for many years are displayed in front of us; whoever plucks the strings, the melody has not changed, whose figure is hazy, emerges, and disappears suddenly, singing alone in the middle of the night. You will also be confused, and the vicissitudes of life will be lost in a flash; time will drown the past, hold back the sadness, and hide the past, who can defy the fate, there are always too many storms on the way forward.

"This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was already at a loss."

"You should be called 'Yi Wang'!"

I saw an elegant man standing in the pavilion with deep eyes.The expression is extremely gentle, and there is always a curve around the mouth.

"'Yi Wang'?" It sounded like whispering and mocking, "That's right!"

The man turned to face each other, the woman's eyes.

It's really unreal.

When did this woman have such a peaceful breath?After all, she is famous for her tyrannical prostitution. People say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. So, was everything before that a disguise?

The misty mist is approaching the autumnal equinox, the woman's face is becoming more and more unrecognizable, her white jade fingers are soaking tea rhythmically, her eyes seem to become especially moist and soft due to the intrusion of water vapor, and her chestnut-colored hair The silk is also slightly moist, twisted on the top, coupled with a white dress, it looks more holy and inviolable, like a fairy ascending to the sky, beautiful and ethereal.

Is all this true or false?

"Report—" After a long drink, she went straight into the pavilion, the woman's hand didn't stop at all, and she didn't look at anyone.

"See King Xian, see Mrs. Wang! Someone is coming from the palace!"

A bodyguard in green clothes hurried over, and after saluting, he bent down and stood in the pavilion without daring to breathe.

The woman continued to move her hands without saying a word, and the atmosphere became very solemn for a while, until the last procedure was completed, she got up and held a cup of tea in her hand and walked to Yixuan, put the tea in his hand, turned around leave.

Yi Wang looked at the teacup in his hand, the warm breath, the fragrant smell made him a little dazed, as if aware of the guards around him.

"Go down!" The cold voice reached his ears, and the guard, as if he had received an amnesty, forgot to deduct the gift and rushed out of the pavilion.

"Why? My heart is moving! Cut, but it's just an illusion, don't forget your purpose!"

Suddenly a hoarse but still magnetic voice came from the pavilion, a tall man in tight black clothes broke in, and Yiwang yelled softly, "Mo Lian! Pay attention to your identity!"

After the man in black listened, his handsome face looked particularly gloomy.

"Oh! Anyway, I have no home to go to. As for you, you can figure it out yourself!"

In the blink of an eye, there was only one leaf floating in the air, shaking and trembling, falling into the tea, Yiwang shook the teacup lightly, and then sprinkled it on the river behind him, "Come here!"

A boy dressed in gray hurriedly bent down to salute, "My lord, what are your orders?"

"Clean up this place!"

"Yes, Mrs. Wang!"

After finishing speaking, Yi Wang didn't stay any longer, she shook her clothes and went straight away.

In the hall, headed by an eunuch, he was dressed in dark blue, with a cone hat on his head, and his face was ruddy, which showed how much the Holy Majesty loved him.

Lan Xiayi entered the hall in leisurely steps. When the eunuch saw King Xian, his face was extremely flattering. Who made King Xian and the emperor very close, and without King Xian, there would be no today's Holy Majesty.

"Master Xianwang, you are here!"

"Did I keep you waiting for so long, Manager Cheng?" Lan Xiayi smiled gently, but Manager Cheng opposite him was covered in sweat, and was wiping it with a juan cloth!It is indeed a smiling tiger.

"Don't dare, it's the villain's blessing that the idle king is willing to come!"

"Oh." Lan Xiayi seemed to have never heard of it, picked up the teacup on the table, leaned back lazily on the chair and moved it gracefully. Seeing this, the eunuch immediately took the imperial decree from the guard, "Idle King, Please accept the decree!" Seeing that King Xian is still like this, the eunuch is very helpless but dare not speak out, "By God's blessing, the emperor summoned and said: I miss Huang Jie very much, I hope Huang Jie will enter the palace to face the saint, this is my honor!"

"I will go, you go down now." Lan Xiayi waved her hands, seemingly tired, and walked straight into the backyard without looking at the eunuch who was bending over to retreat.

Looking at these charming flowers, I always feel something is missing in my heart, some fragmented pictures flashed in my mind, my heart ached so badly, Lan Xiayi unconsciously clenched her chest.

Strange, this is obviously not the memory of the original body, could it be that I lost it? !The sense of broken soul implanted in this body today seems to still exist, who am I? !

This world is really wonderful, both men and women can have children, and it is an era when women are superior to men, but it is a pity that the original body does not like the court, and the younger brother who 'gives up' the throne, that little guy is not weak in ambition!The original body's death must have something to do with him, even if the original body was violent and promiscuous, it was all because of him!Let him be the post of 'Sage King', huh!The royal family is ruthless, no matter what, no matter how people's personalities change, it seems that I have to be cautious.

That night, after Lan Xiayi wrapped up her fox fur coat, a dazzling red carriage came into view, "King Xian, please get in the carriage!"

Still dressed casually. As for the court dress that looks like a wedding dress, for some reason there is always a feeling of familiarity, and it is only thrown away in the cabinet for a moment.This sedan chair is dazzling red, and the inside is also the color of blood, but it is very gorgeous and spacious. I am glad that I am not wearing that court dress, otherwise I really feel like I am married.

This little emperor is so wicked!

Cigarettes were lingering in the purple sand furnace, and I felt a little drowsy in such a comfortable and spacious space.

Lan Xiayi slowly closed her eyes, her pale face full of tiredness.

The attendant outside the sedan chair lifted the curtain and looked inside, seeing that King Xian had fallen asleep peacefully, he hurriedly lowered the curtain and gestured to the guard who carried the sedan chair, and the sedan turned sharply into a remote alley.

Didn't it mean that the idle king is tyrannical and promiscuous?Sure enough, the rumors are not credible, she is clearly a holy fairy!The breath is so peaceful, and she is the most beautiful woman in the world today. Blessed are the wives!

"Your Majesty, King Xian has brought it!"

"Go down! You must be cautious about this matter, don't make a fuss, understand!"

An imposing man in a black robe with gold trim took the woman in the sedan chair into his arms and ordered.

"Yes, I understand!" I bent down and retreated ten meters away, pointing to the northwest, and then disappeared in the darkness.

Lan He stared at the woman in his arms, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, his expression was unusually joyful and deepened, with a strangely cold glare.

Muscles all over his body were trembling, and the powerful one seemed to be embracing the woman in his arms, especially the palest finger joints, as if sensing the woman's discomfort and gradually slowing down his strength, his expression was extremely gentle, gently stroking the corners of the woman's eyebrows in his arms.

"In the endless universe, everything that follows the old track is tantamount to new. Insignificant human beings think that they are miracles of great changes, and karma and reincarnation are nothing but ordinary things that must happen under the care of giant eyes."

"The so-called Wuwang refers to the seven paths of reincarnation: the way of Wuxu, which can only be passed by pure spirits. People who pass through this way will not be reincarnated, but will be attached to dead things, and use their own spiritual power to maintain this dead body. The birth, old age, sickness and death of things is the way of reincarnation to accumulate merit and eliminate sins. After all, the mouth can reach countless realms. One flower, one world, one tree, one floating life. You can't even predict what kind of world you will go to, that is, Say, even if you enter the Way of Wuwang, there is only a one-in-a-thousand chance of finding the person you want."

"Heh, Luo, my sister will definitely find you!"

"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't bother to create 'empty'. I failed you, Luo! My sister..."

A woman in white has tears in her eyes, seems crazy, but also seems unwilling, clenched her teeth, letting her soul pull away, whirling in the air; the white lotus floats, illusory and misty, and tears fall into her heart like pearls, so poignant and beautiful.

The black hair is three thousand and there is no wind, the eyebrows and eyes are covered by the hair, the clothes are fluttering, and a hole of light appears in the sky, the spirit has been sucked into the hole, but the body is especially an excellent dancer. The last show, turned into a white lotus on the ground, The white lotus is so conspicuous and lonely in this misty cloud.

"Heh! It's really a good handwriting, and it's very exciting."

A beam of light cut down from the sky, and a blurred golden shadow appeared. Judging from the figure, it should be a man. He glanced at the white lotus, seemingly regretful. With a wave of his head, the white lotus had become exquisite and small. Bai Lian sighed softly, "This scene is so similar! Reincarnation is just for waiting, and meeting is just for separation! Let it go! Let him go, who knows the ending? Heh!"

A gust of wind blew by, ending like a sand painting, dissipating with the wind and turning into a dark scene.

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