Palace chaos blue silk

I am not young, but I never worry about the important things in my life, and I serve my mother all day long, so it is hard..." Qingsheng said unintentionally, and sure enough, Yun waved his hand and continued to wipe,

"Could it be that~~Auntie's favorite person~~ is the empress, that's why she is so willing to stay by her side for eight years." Qing Sheng rolled his eyes and asked suddenly, tentatively,

Bang, Yun Qing was shaken, the blue and white teacup in his hand was crushed into powder, and slipped from between his fingers, Qing Sheng swallowed with lingering fear when he saw this,

"Stop talking nonsense, or I'll kill you," Yun Qing said coldly, with no expression on his face, let go of his hand, let the sand fall from his palm, took another cup, and continued to wipe, but there was an inexplicable killing intent on his back Awe-inspiring, making people's hairs stand on end, Qing Sheng calmed down, ignored her killing intent, and continued,

"My aunt has a lot of affection for her, but... I'm not going to hide it...", "She is mine", Qing Sheng looked at her, and quietly took a step back, her legs were ready, and she couldn't be beaten, There is still a chance of escaping.

Bang, the blue and white teacup shattered into powder again in his hand, "Do you think I don't know?" Yun Qing slowly turned her head, let go of her hand, the sand between her fingers fluttered in the wind, her tone was indifferent, but with hints of The sadness that is not easy to rub.

"She has you in her heart, that's why I let you hurt her like this, otherwise I would have smashed you into thousands of pieces to relieve my hatred..." Yun Qing looked angry and helpless, turned around and took another blue and white teacup, Empty hands always make her feel a little helpless.

"Don't wipe it, it's all crushed by you. She probably has no cups to use. This set of tea sets is her favorite." Qing Sheng snatched it from her hand, sat across from her, and said with a smile. With a cold face and a kind heart, speaking so openly and clearly shows that she is already calm about this matter.

With a "hippie smiling face", Yun Qing's face was expressionless, but the murderous intent in his eyes was restrained, and he became more relaxed.

"Master, when I lost my memory, did I discuss the improvement of the Fengying Sword with you? I have a little understanding," Qing Sheng said,

"Don't call me master. I don't have such a poor apprentice as you. When you lost your memory, you never told me."

"Then~~Yun Qing, can you teach me inner strength..." Qing Sheng moved her face closer and looked at her eagerly, her clear eyes rolled and turned, but she still had some innocent look when she lost her memory.

"Cultivation of internal strength is not a matter of one day, and there is nothing that cannot be achieved in ten or eight years." Yun Qing squeezed the knuckles on his hands and rattled, as if he was trying his best to endure the urge to slap that face with his palm.

"Then I'll go back." With a sullen face, Qing Sheng got up lazily and walked outside. Without internal strength, it would be difficult to become a master after all.

With a bang, Qingsheng was hit on the back of the head by an object, she turned around, touched her head, saw a book lying on the ground, picked it up, "Qin Family Internal Skills", "Thank you, Master", Qingsheng directed The cold figure who turned around made a bow, put the book in his arms, turned around and walked away with a smile.

In the Western Zhou Dynasty, at Longming Mountain, in the paddock, Emperor Jingwen wore a brocade jacket with eight dragons, bright yellow Tenglong boots, standing on the back of a horse, holding a bow in his left hand, and a quiver on his back, quite heroic.On the stainless steel elbow pad of the right arm, the goshawk grasped it with two claws, fluttered its wings, and its eyes were sharp. Suddenly, the eagle flew out, screamed, and swooped down from the air, pecking at the eyes of the antelope in the distance with its sharp beak. , The antelope went mad and ran quickly. Emperor Jingwen drew his bow and shot an arrow. The antelope struggled several times and fell to the ground. The hounds and eunuchs rushed over and carried the antelope over.Emperor Jingwen laughed loudly, with a joyful expression on his face.

"Father and emperor are both excellent at riding and shooting, and the arrows are worthy of shooting. I hope you can teach your sons and ministers more." Zhou Yulin was riding on a red jujube horse, wearing a small yellow jacket, and his immature face had a trace of heroism similar to that of Emperor Jingwen. He was young and mature. Said, the rest of the princes also ride on horseback, the Zhou Dynasty was established on horseback, and the annual spring hunt is also an opportunity for the princes to test their strengths.

"I see that you also hunted a lot of roe deer and snow fox yesterday. You are better than other princes. I have made you the prince, so I have great expectations for you." Taking a look at the fourth and seventh sons of the emperor, the two had nothing to gain, they were sitting on the horseback bored, when they heard what Emperor Jing Wen said, they flinched, cheered up, and went into the paddock.

"Lee Seung-qian",

"The minion is here",

"Go and report to the princes, send people to guard, just guard the outside, don't enter the paddock without authorization, for fear of tigers, leopards and beasts," Emperor Jingwen ordered, and then shouted,

"Qi Defu"

"The minister is here",

"Take a hundred guards and follow me into the paddock. After searching for a few days, I haven't seen the sable. I want to look deeper."

"Yes", Qi Defu agreed.

In the depths of the paddock, there are dense forests and overgrown grasses. Occasionally, the roar of wild animals can be heard. Under the guard of the guards, Emperor Jingwen walked slowly to the depths. With the sound of the sound, Emperor Jingwen raised his hand, and the guards stopped. He quietly raised the bow and arrow, pulled the bow to the full moon with his right hand, and the arrow was on the string, ready to go.

Suddenly, a barrel of arrows was shot out from the grass. Emperor Jing Wen's face was startled, and he bowed and shot the barrel of arrows away.

"There are assassins, escort", Qi Defu's face turned pale, and he shouted loudly, the guards drew their knives, and approached quickly like Emperor Jing Wen,

Sigh, hundreds of barrel arrows shot out from the grass, with only one target, Emperor Jing Wen. ︱

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☆, let go

The setting sun in the distant mountains is like fire, the blue and green mountains are full of rays of light, and the clouds are rolling. Qingsheng is lying on the grass, with his hands on his pillow, with grass in his mouth, and his head is gurgling. Ruohua always seems to have something on his mind appearance, but she accidentally lost her memory, she couldn't remember half of it, and she didn't know how to comfort her.

The sound of light footsteps approaching, people are still far away, but the fragrance is approaching, the quiet pear blossom fragrance hits, and a touch of whiteness can be seen from the top of the head, "Why are you lying on the ground?" Turning around, he looked around, "Where is Yun Qing guarding? No one is coming." Duan Ruohua seemed to know her worries, and said lightly,

Only then did Qing Sheng feel relieved, and pulled her to sit on the grass, pillowed it between her legs, and said with some emotion, "If one day, I don't have to be so sneaky anymore...", as soon as the words fell, she felt something was wrong again. , straightened up in a hurry, seeing that Duan Ruohua really cared a little, said hurriedly, "I didn't mean that...", Duan Ruohua put his finger outside the gauze against her mouth, smiled slightly, and shook his head to indicate that she didn't need to explain.

Duan Ruohua let Qingsheng lie on her lap, and the dew on the grass wetted her skirt. The two of them hugged each other, watching the setting sun fall into the sky, and the rays of the sun were like rouge. .

"If you like the sunset, I'll watch it with you every day," Duan Ruohua lowered his head and said softly, the breath from his mouth sprayed on Qing Sheng's cheeks, making her hair flutter slightly.

Qingsheng blushed inexplicably, the beauty of Bingshan became gentle, able to melt people's hearts, she turned around, buried her head on her lower abdomen, hugged her with both hands, the elegant fragrance of pear blossoms, the slight coolness His tenderness wraps her tightly around her.

Qingsheng said sullenly, "Why do you spoil me like a child?", with a bit of complaint and joy in his tone, Duan Ruohua bowed his head and remained silent, just stroking her hair again and again.

"How lucky is Qingsheng in this life to be treated like this by Ruohua?"

Qingsheng turned around, raised her face, and looked at her steadfastly, but Duan Ruohua trembled all over, avoiding her scorching gaze with a guilty conscience, panic flickered in her cold eyes.

"Yu'er, do you have something on your mind?" Whenever they are intimate, Qing Sheng always likes to call her Yu'er, which seems to be a title for the intimacy between the two. Eyebrows, over and over again, struggling endlessly in my heart.

"Don't force yourself..." Qing Sheng knew her temperament, sat up, stretched out his hand to smooth her slightly frowning brows, hugged her in his arms to comfort her, and didn't ask any more questions.Duan Ruohua stared blankly at the golden crow sinking in the distance until the night swallowed up the last ray of light.

In the middle of the night, the night sky is like washing, the surrounding mountains are like daisy, the mountain peaks are towering like clouds, the moon hangs in the narrow sky, the cold light is sprinkled on Duan Ruohua's clothes, like a fairy living alone in Guanghan, cold and lonely, Like an orchid quietly blooming in the valley, lonely and fragrant, indifferent and fragrant.Qing Sheng held the cloak and stood behind her, eyes rolling, I am already by your side, why are you still lonely.

Qingsheng gently put the cloak on her body, and said, "It's windy at night, I always don't care about my body", he wrapped her shoulders, let her lean against him, gave her some warmth, and the clear jasper eyes flowed With continuous affection.

"Qing'er, I have something to tell you." Duan Ruohua struggled out of her embrace, turned around and faced her, as if making a decision, spoke softly, Qingsheng nodded, and put her hand in the In his arms, he looked at her with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"Green Bamboo.. passed away.. because of.. my sake..",

The bitter words came out of his mouth with difficulty. Since Qingsheng recovered his memory, every day seemed to be a stolen peace. He was greedy for Qingsheng's gentle treatment, but also worried that she would blame him. He hesitated again and again, but still Speaking out, she is calm by nature, even at the risk of losing Qing Sheng, she is unwilling to hide anything.

"Isn't Qingzhu in Changning Palace? What nonsense are you talking about?" Qingsheng stared, unable to believe it, but her body couldn't help trembling slightly.

"In order to help me get out of Changning Palace, she was pushed down Xuanqing Lake, and she couldn't be rescued in time." Duan Ruohua looked straight at Qingsheng, and the hand in Qingsheng's hand curled up tightly, causing Qingsheng to hurt, but She suddenly didn't realize that there was only the figure of green bamboo in her mind, her heart ached, tears slid down her eyes, under the silver moonlight, like crystal pearls falling on the grass,

"Qing'er, don't blame me, don't leave me." Duan Ruohua looked sad when he saw her like this, and he took her into his arms, but the man didn't move, his body was stiff, his eyes were red, his face was pale, and he murmured Constantly, "Impossible.. Impossible.. How come.. People are gone..",

"Qing'er, Qing'er", she was about to leave, Duan Ruohua murmured, her throat was sore, tears dripped on Qingsheng's neck, cold to the bone, like ice edges in a cold cave for thousands of years, the water drops fell, piercing With hard bluestone.

Both hands suddenly and slowly raised, passed around her armpits, hugged her back, and patted lightly, half a sound, as if words came from a distant place,

"I will believe in you, even if you remain silent", the words are as soft as a thousand miles of Kunpeng, and the gently flapping wings set off the turbulent waves of the lakes and seas in Kyushu.

When Duan Ruohua heard the words, he hugged her tightly with both hands, so hard, so hard, deeply, trying to embed himself into her body.

"But you...why did you leave...Changning Palace...", Ye Feng leisurely delivered her words, which shocked her slightly slow figure again,

"I...", the word fell into the mountain stream and disappeared, Duan Ruohua just kept silent, thousands of words were choked in his throat, his eyes rolled up and down, and his mood was hard to calm down.

She knew that if she didn't make it clear, Qingsheng would misunderstand her and leave her again, but those words were stuck in her throat, making her eyes flushed red, and she still couldn't speak. Before love words, she was always lonely and stubborn And paranoid.

"It's for me.. I'm afraid I will be bullied.. You, if you pretend to be someone in your heart, you can no longer care about yourself...",

The words of sigh hovered above his head, with distress and pity, the soft sigh fell heavily in Duan Ruohua's heart, like the sound of thousands of waves beating against a huge rock on a cliff.

There is no more sorrow and suspicion of waiting outside the palace wall, but unable to see her under Emperor Cheng Huan, no more pain in the bones of seeing that miserable little blue and white face when the green bamboo passed away, no more suffering in every possible way The haggardness and frustration, without the resignation and despair of suddenly understanding the chess game she calculated every step of the way, the same scene has a different ending.

Duan Ruohua pushed her away and let the two of them put some distance away. His watery eyes stared blankly, as if he wanted to engrave the person in front of him in his heart. The blue sea and blue sky, with a glance of ten thousand years, saw that person with a look of pity and reluctantly. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said softly,

"You must have suffered a lot of grievances, Yu'er." Qing Sheng stretched out his hand to caress her eyebrows and eyes, wiped away the falling tears, and bent her lips to cover her eyes, as soft as a butterfly resting on a bamboo leaf, gentle and tender. Pity, with the power to melt all sorrow and heartache.

"Tears are bitter, salty, and astringent. From now on, remember that I am here, and I will not let you be wronged anymore." The muffled words came, like spring silkworms spinning silk, intertwined and intertwined, tearing her broken heart into thin air. Fine seams are like spring wind and rain, warm as a bath,

"You are like the bright moon and I am like the fog. The fog follows the moon and leaves the dew. Lovesickness is bitter, who can explain it. I don't know where you are in the distance, but I feel that you look back, which makes me miss you. The morning and the evening", Qing Sheng said softly , Kiss little by little on the tears.

"You~~ I've failed my studies~~", Duan Ruohua said in a low voice with his head bowed, but he was extremely moved in his heart.

"Huh?" Qing Sheng asked suspiciously,

"Sweet words full of sweet words, bewitching people's hearts", Duan Ruohua snuggled into her arms, put his right hand around her waist, buried his head in the crescent of her neck, sighed softly, and finally felt relieved, the sweetness lingered in his heart, The cherry lips parted slightly, and slowly chanted,

"Being cared for by the king, living up to lovesickness, not getting old, this love is inevitable"

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☆, Distress

In Qingliang Palace, the imperial physician gently removed the gauze for Duan Ruohua, and there was a deep scar on the palm lines of both hands, which spread from the tiger's mouth, which was a bit hideous. Retired.Qingsheng sat down, held her hand, and saw the scar cracked horizontally, cutting the lifeline and love line to pieces. She felt a little distressed, held it to her lips and kissed again and again, and asked, "Where is the tribute to eliminate the scar?" Do you have?",

"Just one bottle, it's okay, I can't see it in the palm of my hand." Duan Ruohua's cold face flashed blushing, and he curled his palm around her lips, pulling it back, Qing Sheng still had a worried look on his brows, He murmured, "But broken palm prints...it's not good. It's changed, it's broken..." Duan Ruohua stroked her face, and smiled slightly, "I don't know that Qingsheng looks at each other. Numerology is also dabbled in, it doesn’t matter..”,

Qing Sheng forced a smile on the corner of his mouth, held her flexible wrist, not letting her pull it back, put it near his mouth, nibbled on the curled knuckles, and pressed them warmly and wetly.

Duan Ruohua was a little ashamed, unable to break free, angry at being bullied by her all the time, clasped his thumb and index finger, and slapped her face. Seeing her pain, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but Qingsheng bared his teeth, and took a bite. Biting her index finger, using a little force, the white teeth were lightly ground, preventing her from pulling it back.Duan Ruohua's green index finger, which was as green as jade, was held by her bright thin lips, with a different kind of fragrance that seduces people.

"Don't make trouble~~", Duan Ruohua whispered, shyness and helplessness flashed in his cold eyes,

"Every time you look helpless, I like it, like a beauty on an iceberg whose snow has melted," Qingsheng let go, and said with a smile, Duan Ruohua lightly scratched the tip of her nose, turned her head, and ignored her.

Qing Sheng stood up and hugged her, put his chin on her forehead, and said softly, "If one day, I want to take you far away, okay?"

"Go to a place where no one knows, where the courtyard is full of pear blossoms, hold your fingers together, and go up the mountain. The bamboo forest is clear and Zen, and the plain paper and pen holder, no one will disturb us, how good it would be." Duan Ruohuaqing Sighing, he turned around and hugged her, bowed his head in silence, she couldn't promise.

"The imperial concubine, you have arrived at Gusu Ridge outside the city of Yangzhou, you can enter the city tomorrow, and you can rest at Ning's house at that time," Xin Yun said cautiously with her head bowed, the master has been very angry recently,

"I received a letter the day before yesterday. The second brother and the third brother have returned to Yanshan Pass to guard, so they will rest in Qingyang Pavilion overnight and go on the road as soon as possible." Ning Zimu lazily instructed, the scenery back to the city is actually more boring than when he came A lot, she couldn't get excited at all, her mood was depressed, and that blue shadow kept flashing in front of her eyes, which made her feel depressed.

Gusu Ridge, high mountains, dangerous terrain, the widened official road, narrow and long like a snake, winding forward, the road width is no more than ten people, and the five hundred guards had to change their formation.Walking to the middle of the ridge, a big stone rolled down from the slope, blocking the middle of the team, sharp arrows rained down from behind the slope,

"There are assassins! The red flag guards, protect the empress, and the black flag soldiers, all line up in front of the formation!" Chen Deqing roared, drew his sword, raised his eyebrows and glared, the black flag soldiers raised their shields, guarding one side, raining arrows Bang bang shot in front of the shield, and three hundred black-clothed men rushed down from behind the slope, masked and well-dressed, full of murderous intent,

Chen Deqing turned his eyes away, the team was cut off by boulders in the air, and the guards at the back couldn't respond, there were only 200 people at the moment, he yelled,

"I swear to protect my mother to the death!", all the guards shouted in unison, and their morale was high.Those men in black were not like ordinary bandits. They were all well-trained and highly skilled in martial arts. The palace guards fell under the sword one by one. The circle around the guards kept tightening. Ren, the attack was ruthless, the bodyguards were separated, and blood was splashed on the spot.

The eunuchs and maids screamed in fright, knelt down and begged for mercy, but they could not escape death. Their heads fell to the ground, their eyes wide open, with disbelief. The mountain road flows.

Ning Zimu finally couldn't hold back anymore, opened the bead curtain, and wanted to use his strength to get out, "Mother, don't come out!", Xin Yun rushed over, with a fearful and resolute expression, hearing her cry, a man in black Turning his head, pointing his toes, he leaped into the air, the long knife in his hand gleamed coldly, beheading several people without leaving a drop of blood on the blade.

"Mistress, be careful." Xin Yun threw herself in front of Ning Zimu and pushed her in. Her body froze, and the point of the knife pierced her chest from the back. Blossoming red plums,

"Xin Yun won't be able to serve the empress anymore", Xin Yun spat out blood and smiled slightly, still standing in front of Yu Ren, motionless,

"Xin Yun!" Ning Zimu glared angrily, and threw out a long whip, like a snake, wrapped around the waist of the man in black, pulled him suddenly, and threw him out in the air. The tip of the knife that was shining with cold light stabbed at Ning Zimu, the attack was fierce and defenseless, as soon as he saw that Ning Zimu was about to be injured by the knife,

"My lady, go away!" Chen Deqing stretched out his knife to parry the fatal blow, and stood in front of Ning Zimu, shouting loudly.From this point of view, these men in black are here to arrest him, Ning Zimu understood, he no longer loves fighting, got on his horse, and shouted,

"Chen Deqing, save your life for me." With a kick of both legs and a swipe of the long whip, he lashed at the steed. The horse neighed in pain and galloped away.

"Quickly, stop her, the master has his life, capture her alive", the person who fought with Chen Deqing seemed to be the leader, and under the shout at this moment, the rest of the men in black no longer wanted to fight, and got on their horses,

"Stop them, protect the empress and leave", Chen Deqing yelled, and cut off the horse's hoof under the man in black with a knife. The horse fell to the ground, whimpering, and the man in black fell off his horse. The horses under the men in black, the leader of the men in black turned around and looked, Ning Zimu's figure on the ancient road was getting smaller and smaller, he couldn't help being extremely angry, he stepped over the cart, landed on the horse in front of the cart, and swung his knife Cut off the rope and gallop away.

Chen Deqing panicked, got on his horse and chased after him. There was a distance of four horses between the two of them. Chen Deqing took out a dagger from his boot and threw it over. , dodged.

Seeing that the distance between the two was getting farther and farther, Chen Deqing gritted his teeth and stabbed the horse's butt with his knife. The fierce horse neighed and galloped frantically, closing the distance. Chen Deqing swung his knife and was dodged by the man in black, but his speed did not slow down. , Chen Deqing let out a loud roar, clenched his teeth, and when the horse passed by the man in black, he jumped from the horse's back, grabbed the man in black, and both of them tumbled to the ground, rolling down the hillside.

From the corner of his eyes, Chen Deqing saw a few men in black riding horses, galloping towards Ning Zimu. His eyes were red, his eyes were tearing apart, he roared unwillingly, and fell down the cliff.

The sound of the wind whizzed past, so bitter that people couldn't open their eyes. Ning Zimu just waved his horsewhip desperately and headed towards Yangzhou City. She couldn't die, and she couldn't fall into the hands of others.

The good horse under him snorted and galloped, and behind him were four men in black riding horses, trailing behind, only a few horses behind, "Drive...", Ning Zimu held the whip With white knuckles, he bent down and whipped the horse hard again and again.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Ning Zimu was somewhat exhausted. The horse beneath him was spitting foam, and the people behind him were getting closer and closer. From the distance of five horses, it gradually narrowed to less than two horses. He could vaguely feel their eyes hovering over him wantonly.

In the distance, the gate of Yangzhou City jumped in front of him, Ning Zimu's face was filled with joy, and he waved the whip faster in his hand, "Quick, quick, stop her...", the man in black shouted, and several people jumped up suddenly. Standing up, he tapped the horse's back with his toes, leaped forward quickly in the air, passed Ning Zimu's horse, and dragged her off the horse.

"Your Majesty, Shi Zhongyu, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, please see me~~", Yun Qing said outside, Qingsheng stood up from Duan Ruohua's side, and stood with his hands down,

"See Empress Dowager, the Empress Dowager sent ministers to come overnight, please accept the order of the Empress Dowager." Shi Zhongyu was dressed in court clothes, stained with dust, with a haggard look on his face, solemn and solemn eyebrows, and his heart was like a flower, and his heart skipped a beat. , An unknown premonition haunted my heart.

Duan Ruohua took Yizhi, unfolded it, her face paled instantly, her figure trembled slightly, she suddenly raised her eyes, her cold face was expressionless, her eyes were as cold as thousands of years of glaciers, she stared at Shi Zhongyu,

"This matter~~but~~true~~", she paused slightly, and asked intermittently, Qingsheng had never seen her so frightened, flustered, even a little sad, a feeling of uneasiness spread all over her body.

"The emperor was assassinated in the paddock, the holy driver has passed away, please express my condolences to the empress", Shi Zhongyu also looked sad, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, his eyes were red, and tears fell to the ground.

"The empress dowager specially sent a minister to summon the empress to return to the palace as soon as possible. Tomorrow, the obituary will be announced, and the whole country will mourn for three years." Shi Zhongyu burst into tears and choked up. Seeing that the queen looked sad, Shi Zhongyu resigned from her.

He died, and the man who had been entangled with her for so many years was gone. She used to be tender and affectionate, the qin and flute played harmoniously, indifferent and indifferent, and respected each other as a guest. She hated him in her heart for the entanglement and resentment that night, and she had emptied her heart. Emotions almost took Qing Sheng away again, but now, the emotions in her heart were complicated and entangled, with a thousand threads and couldn't be sorted out clearly. At this moment, she didn't know how to face his departure.

"Yun Qing, give me an order, and leave for the palace tomorrow." Yun Qing took the order and left. Seeing Yun Qing leaving, Qing Sheng took two steps closer to support her, and sat down at the table.

Seeing her complicated expression, sad eyes and eyebrows, Qing Sheng didn't like it in her heart. Although Ruohua was indifferent on the outside, she was actually single-minded, especially persistent, and easy to get into the horns. She was afraid that Duan Ruohua would fall into feelings of self-blame and guilt towards the emperor. , and push themselves away.

"Ruohua...", Qing Sheng opened his mouth to speak,

"Qing'er, you go down first, I want to be quiet by myself," Duan Ruohua said softly, with a little indifference and alienation in his tone, as if returning to the former Duanhou who closed his heart, Qingsheng stared blankly at She had to retreat.

The lamp on the table was like beans, Duan Ruohua's face was flickering by the candlelight, his expression was unpredictable.

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☆, indifferent

In the seventh year of Jingli in the Great Zhou Dynasty, Emperor Jingwen passed away, and the Empress Dowager issued a decree, appointing Prince Zhou Qilin as Emperor Jinghong, titled Hongyu, and Empress Dowager Duan to assist the government.

After leaving Xunlong Mountain, Duan Ruohua groaned silently, her brows were tightly frowned, and the sentence in Yizhi's decree that the Queen Mother will assist the government has firmly tied her to the back seat for the rest of her life, and she couldn't break free. She chooses between Qingsheng and Tianxia.

The Duan family has been loyal to the imperial court from generation to generation. They are loyal and good, reporting to the country and blessing the common people.Today, the new emperor proclaims himself emperor at a young age, lack of deterrence, and still needs assistance in the affairs of the court. Only by assisting the government can the people's hearts be reassured, and the court is stable. She can't lose the world, but she doesn't want to lose Qingsheng either.

She knew in her heart that Qingsheng had always yearned for a life outside the palace, and did not want to be imprisoned in the four square palace walls.

Seeing her frowning and not saying a word, Qingsheng was still in deep thought, and she felt uneasy, so she simply dressed up as a man and learned riding skills. After a few days, she improved a lot.

Entering Yangzhou city this day, it was the first time Qingsheng was among the people after recovering her memory. Her face was full of curiosity. She looked around and saw that the antique city was full of prosperity. There is some inexplicable familiarity.

Qingsheng was sitting on the horseback, looking at the street performers on the left, and suddenly saw a few people pulling a red horse in the distance. Scarred from the whipping, he was neighing with his hooves up, and he seemed to be extremely violent.

Suddenly, a figure sprang out from the crowd, grabbed the rein of the horse, swayed onto the horse, and galloped away.

Concubine Ning!How could she snatch a horse here!Just such a flashing figure, but Qing Sheng was extremely determined in her heart, as if her understanding of this person had gone deep into her bones.Qing Sheng told Yun Qing, and galloped in that direction.

Ning Zimu was riding on the horse. She was seriously injured, her face was as white as paper, and her figure was shaking. Finally, she fell off the horse in the bumps and spit out blood. The fierce horse was strangely docile in front of her. , kneeling on one side, rubbing his head against her, as if calling her to get up.

That day outside Yangzhou City, Ning Zimu was intercepted by four men in black. The other party bullied the less, she was defeated by the four of them, she was stabbed on the left shoulder, and received several palms in a row, her heart was damaged, Reluctantly supported, after temporarily forcing a few people back, they rode their horses and galloped to Yangzhou City.

When he arrived at the city gate, the horse under him shook a few times, then foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground.She had no choice but to jump into the backyard of a family, take off the blood-stained imperial concubine clothes, change into ordinary women's clothes and hair bun, and hide in Yangzhou.

Unexpectedly, she was caught by her. Chen Biao took advantage of the absence of Ning's family and asked someone to steal her fire scales. down.

Those people chased after them, grabbed the reins of the horse, turned over and dismounted, stared at her fiercely, and approached slowly, Huo Lin stood up and stood beside Ning Zimu, but was dragged by the reins by the two of them, fiercely Drag it to the side and hitch it.

"I'm tired of work, I even dare to snatch Chen Sanshao's horse!" A servant picked up a wooden stick from the corner and walked over with a grinning grin.

"Presumptuous, do you know who I am!" Ning Zimu held his bleeding left shoulder, his whole body was imposing, although he was downcast, he still had a majestic and luxurious look, which made several servants startled and looked at each other for a few moments Looking at her up and down again, she was dressed like an ordinary woman, blood was oozing faintly on her left shoulder, her face was pale, and her beauty was still not reduced by half.

"Brother, I have never seen a more beautiful person than this woman, she is really a fairy", one of them stared at it stupidly, swallowed his saliva,

"That's right, it's a bit more beautiful than the oiran in Wanhua Building. Today, we brothers are blessed." The man called the eldest brother had a ferocious face, and greedy lust flashed in his eyes. see,

"How dare you!", Ning Zimu stood up reluctantly, put her hands on the wall, straightened her back, there was a dead end behind her, her fingers clenched into fists.

"Hey, let the little lady see if we dare or not." Several people smiled and stepped forward. Ning Zimu gritted his teeth and hit a palm, but it fell weakly on the man's chest.

"Little lady makes me feel so comfortable", the elder brother held her hand, rubbed the white and smooth jade hand with his big hand, leaned close to her, and gnawed on Ning Zimu's neck, the skin close to his lips was like a sheep It was as smooth as fat jade, which made his breathing a bit heavier.

Ning Zimu's phoenix eyes were piercing, she quietly put her other hand on her hair, took the jade-encrusted gold hairpin, and stabbed at the big man's throat, the big man saw it out of the corner of his eye, exclaimed, and suddenly poked her finger The wrist joints, the hand suddenly softened, and the golden hairpin fell to the ground, with a ding sound, resounding in Ning Zimu's heart, desperate and helpless.

"The little lady is quite strong, pungent enough, I like it more", the big man said in a hoarse voice, but he was afraid that she would try to kill her, so he ordered a few of her numb points, and several other people also pressed her hands and feet, and started Tearing her clothes, filthy language is endless.

"Don't..don't.. I'm from the palace, if you touch me, you will be beheaded", the sound of tearing the skirt finally made Ning Zimu frightened, she shook her head desperately, her eyes filled with tears , the clothes were torn off, and the jade-like skin was exposed in the air, and a few heavy breaths sounded deeply,

"Grandpa, no matter who you are, if you die under the peony flower, you can be a ghost, hahaha", the elder brother's throat was throbbing, his breathing was rapid, his eyes were fixed on the snow-white skin, and his big hand was about to grab it. ,

"No..." Ning Zimu suddenly let out a tragic cry, full of humiliation, despair, and helplessness.

Qingsheng, where are you, where are you...

A gust of wind blew by, and there were many overlapping shadows. The big man looked at his hand in surprise, and when it fell to the ground, he suddenly screamed out. The bones were broken, and some hamstrings were numb. They panicked and fled in a hurry. They didn't even see the blue shadow in a hurry.

Ning Zimu saw the man in Tsing Yi standing in front of him, with thin eyes, thin lips, and deep eyes. It wasn't the one who cared about him wholeheartedly, but who else, she was finally relieved, her whole body was still trembling uncontrollably, it was so beautiful Joy and excitement flashed across his face, she came, she came to save her.

"Qingsheng, do you know..." Ning Zimu's eyes were slightly red, and he wanted to walk towards her, but he was hit by the prickly acupoint, and he fell limp on the ground, lying on the ground with messy clothes, staring at her in a daze, not daring to blink One glance, Qing Sheng, you are here, you are here.

Qingsheng put the sword back into its sheath, knelt down and kowtowed, "I have seen the imperial concubine, I have come late to save you, please forgive me", a few strands of hair hanging down covered her eyes, making it impossible to see who she was The expression, but the tone of hearing, is respectful and polite, calm and self-possessed.

Even seeing her in such a helpless state, Qing Sheng was still polite, with no emotion in his eyes, as if he was looking at a stranger he had never met before.

The joy of reunion froze on Ning Zimu's face, her eye sockets became redder and redder, and Amber blinked vigorously, trying to hold back the tears that almost burst out of her eyes, but her heart seemed to be more uncomfortable than before.She didn't say a word, just lowered her head, her hands trembling, and she pulled up the torn skirt, her body trembled like a fallen leaf in a strong wind, she couldn't exert half of her strength, and she didn't fasten a single button for a long time.

Qingsheng saw her like this, but her face was calm, her eyes were unwavering, she stepped forward and said, "Madam, let this servant help you",

Every sentence of empress, every sentence of servants, stirred up a huge wave in Ning Zimu's heart, as if talking about their relationship, but they are just concubines and maids, they have nothing to do with each other, they have never met, never knew each other , so strange, unfamiliar.

Ning Zimu just remained motionless, like a puppet, but his eyes were wide open, staring at her, with various emotions flickering in his eyes,

Seeing her complex expression, Qing Sheng kept silent, thinking that she was stimulated, and went forward, lowered his head to help her straighten her collar, fastened the side buttons of her clothes, and put on her belt, both familiar and strange, obviously the two were close The ones blend into each other's breath, but the strange ones are far away.

After putting on the clothes, the torn part of the skirt revealed snow-white skin, Qing Sheng frowned, took off the outer shirt, and draped it in front of her.

"I don't know, my lord, why did you end up in such a state?" Qing Sheng asked casually, but to Ning Zimu's ears, it sounded gloating.

Ning Zimu was trembling all over, his expression was agitated, his eyes were dyed with flames, he waved his hand, and slapped his face hard, and there was a crisp sound of "Pa——", which was hard and loud, and in the blink of an eye, Qing Sheng's right hand On the cheek, a red and swollen palm print appeared.

The pain in the body was not as good as the grief in the heart. It was Qing Sheng who was beaten, but Ning Zimu was full of pain that could not be vented.

While wrestling with the four men in black, the only thought in her mind was