Brief introduction:
The female protagonist was married to the male protagonist, but the second male coveted the female protagonist and trapped her in the palace, and then the male protagonist designed the female protagonist to return to him!
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"Madam, it's cool underground."
"Madame, what are you looking at?"
"Madame likes it, it's a blessing for this thing."
"If I were here, Madame wouldn't have to walk by herself......"
"Madame..."
Xining's shallot-like nails were pinched in the palms, as if to drive those useless emotions out of her mind. The man's affectionate murmurs pulled her back to those days when she couldn't help herself.
In the middle of summer, the lotus blooms just right, and the beauty always asks people to fold a bud in the early morning, and then slowly open and fold the petals in the middle of the afternoon, so as to pass the time in the back house.
At that time, when Qin Xingkong returned from the court, he would see his wife sitting in a small pavilion by the pond, with a plate of mung bean cake on the table, and the lotus flower quietly in her hand.
He quietly approached and gently wrapped his arms around his lover's waist from behind, "I'm back." ”
Xining didn't look back, and responded softly, "Hmm." ”
The bento is known.
Aside from those undercurrents, the two are really like a loving couple for many years.
When she married into the Qin Mansion, she was full of unwillingness, but Qin Xingkong never treated her lightly and let her stay alone. Now that I think about it, it was the most idle time for her.
- It's me, and I can't help you.
Xining lowered her eyes.
"Princess, princess?"
Together's soft call pulled her out of her inexplicable memories, and she somehow could always see things related to that person, why the autumn silk flowers sent lotus flowers.
Bad luck, Xining thought.
"Princess, Your Majesty is holding a family banquet today, if you are unwell, let's not go......" Hezhi looked at his absent-minded master, a little worried.
"Go, why don't you go, if I don't go, how can I sing this play?"
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Langyuetai is brightly lit at night, and the Son of Heaven feasts his sister in order to catch her wind and wash the dust.
Princess Xining did not go out of the mourning period, only wore a simple lichen dress, which looked more and more haggard and emaciated, but added some morbid beauty.
"The concubine entered the palace late, and I have long heard that the princess's appearance is a must in Yunzhou. Now it seems that it really lives up to its reputation. One of the eye-catching concubines opened her mouth first, and said some meaningless compliments to herself.
Xi Ning looked at the palace concubine who had a somewhat flattering look on her face, didn't say anything, raised her glass and chuckled.
However, Zhong Xuanzhi glanced at Queen Wang quite proudly, as if something was brewing in his heart.
- If Princess Xining doesn't do it, I will do it too, just wait.
Halfway through the banquet, Xi Hao was late, he seemed to have drunk a few glasses, and his eyes seemed to be drunk. He strode to the throne, ignoring the concubines who had picked up their luggage, and walked straight to his sister and lifted her up.
The queen said with an unchanged face, "Now that Your Majesty has arrived, it is time for the poor people to play music and dance, and live up to the starlight of the night today." ”
Xi Hao nodded in acquiescence, and groups of poor people entered from outside the hall, dancing with silk and bamboo.
Everyone, whether true or false, drank each other, and the atmosphere was not lively, only the queen stared at one person in the queue tightly, with a solemn expression,
- Why is he here?
Zhong Yunzhi has been paying attention to Queen Wang's expression, and the happiness in her heart continues to amplify,
- Tonight, your little lover will harm your whole family, and you will be imprisoned and beheaded all over the house. If you want to blame, blame yourself for not being good.
The sound of silk and bamboo is getting better, the tone is getting lighter and lighter, and the steps of the singers and dancers on the field are getting faster and faster. They waved their sleeves neatly, spinning in place.
Suddenly
Something seemed to fly out of the sleeve of a poor man's coat and landed on Princess Xining's table with a clang. The sound of silk and bamboo stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at the objects on the ground, some were surprised, some were excited, and some were pale.
It's just that there is no Xining among these people with different looks. The beauty lowered her head and drank to herself, as if she didn't see anything on the ground. However, when he saw the plain silver hairpin, his face changed slightly, and he looked at the queen and queen.
The poor people fell to their knees one after another, and this anomaly finally alarmed Ximiao, who was half-closed in his eyes. He laughed, "Why don't you jump?" ”
But almost everyone present broke out in a cold sweat.
- If Your Majesty laughs like this, it is a sign of great anger.
Xi Hao staggered up, walked to Xi Ning's table with everyone's eyes, picked up the hairpin, and the moment he saw the hairpin style, there was still half a bit of drunkenness in his eyes.
"Which palace man dropped this? What a mistake. How can you bring jewelry into the palace banquet? If you hurt someone, it's not good. He said with a smile, clearly sober, and only deliberately indulged himself with alcohol.
The nearest pity trembled slightly, "It's the slave's." ”
Xi Hao hooked this person's chin with his foot and frowned slightly, "But you are a man, how can you have a daughter's household things." ”
His tone was soft, but it reminded him of the snake entrenched beneath the damp rocks, as if waiting for an opportunity to kill someone.
"Slave, slave......"
The man's nervous body softened in half, and he didn't know what to do.
The queen at the top grabbed the hem of her skirt fiercely, staring at the curled up body of the person who had once shared the bed.
- Fight with me, you're still a little tender.
Zhong Yunzhi looked at the restless Queen Wang proudly, but found that Princess Xining not far away was slowly plucking grapes as if there was no such thing.
The princess, who was also a hypocrite, said nothing now, as if the forgiving words she had spoken before were a joke.
After a long time of no reply, the atmosphere in the quiet hall had dropped to freezing, and the Son of Heaven in bright yellow robes jokingly spoke,
"It's a daughter's household stuff, and you're a man. Who belongs to this hairpin? Your sweetheart? If it's an ordinary palace lady, say it, and I'll give you a marriage. ”
His narrow Danfeng eyes glanced at Xi Ning lightly, and his tone was obscure, "If it is the goods of the master of the palace, you can't steal it, and you should be executed according to law!" ”
In the end, he could not hide the murderous intent in his tone.
The kneeling man had begun to sobb uncontrollably, and he was already frightened.
- That's what you like? My dear sister, you always know how to provoke me.
He fumbled for the pattern on the hairpin, which he had made little by little in the silversmith's shop. The noble prince had never touched such a rough job before, but for the sake of the person he loved, he was willing to spend a whole day in the hot silver room like the lowliest worker, just to make a gift full of heart.
- Are you rebelling against me when you give it to such a person? Ning'er.
The queen was held by the personal maid behind her, and her hand hidden in her sleeve was trembling slightly, and probably no one present knew better than her what would happen after the matter was revealed.
- Why is he here?
The woman in the gorgeous phoenix robe glanced at everyone in the hall, she was guessing, betting, who was so eager to kill her.
- Is it Princess Xining......?
- Or ......
Xining didn't know the turbulence in Queen Wang's heart, she sat in the best position to watch the show, her eyes were full of banter, watching her angry brother torture the queen's little lover.
- My good brother, are you angry? You are a dignified son, but you have been sincere for many years, but you are not as good as a slave.
The beauty feels funny in her heart, but she doesn't show it on her face.
She lowered her eyes slightly, blocking the smile in her eyes, her face was pale, and her eyelashes like a small fan trembled slightly, like a frightened lamb.
Her behavior made Ximiao even more angry.
- Really, it's you?
His expression completely cooled, and he waved his hand to dismiss the low-ranking palace concubines and subordinates. Those in the know knew that he was going to deal with this intrauterine pickle.
The poor man kneeling in the hall was originally named Chenglian, and he was born in the south of Yunzhou. Because he was the eldest son in the family and had three younger siblings behind him, his parents had to send him to the palace as a last resort.
When he came, he was too young, and when the purifying master saw that he was born white, and heard that his life was a pity for this little life, he hesitated for a moment and sent him to the music shop.
Others say that he has a blessed appearance, but he has never been good, and he has been sent to the palace by his parents for many years, and he has been the most inferior musician.
Perhaps, he also had a good life.
In the Queen's Hall that day, he danced as usual to this fairy-like big man. She was born so beautiful, why didn't Your Majesty like it?
He had never seen such a noble figure as the queen mother, so she leaned on her seat and poured herself wine, which made him gradually look stupid. It was as if the soul was divided into two halves, half of which was the intellect, singing and dancing diligently; The other half is indeed the emotion of grief since childhood, and he can't help but make him constantly look at the woman in a high position.
He sometimes has a hallucination that they are the same. They are all poor people trapped in these four corners of the world by wine and power.
After the dance, there was no lingering sound of silk and bamboo, and his blood gradually cooled down. There was a bit of self-deprecation in my heart.
- What do you do with the distressed queen, how can I get close to her with such a lowly body, how can I feel sorry for her?
But Heaven gave him good fortune when he should not have given him the most blessing, and the drunken nobleman stopped him when he was gone.
The first words spoken between them were a turning point in his life's fate, and a sentence in his heart when he was awakened by nightmares in the middle of countless nights.
She said, "Good looking, what's your name." ”
"Slave, Chenglian."
"Oh, good name." The woman's illusory face coincided with the emperor in the high position in front of her, but her tone was brisk, and the tone of the person in front of her seemed to make him cramp and pull out his bones.
He had a hatred for no apparent reason, a hatred that had been bitterly suppressed since he was born in the swamp. Why is it that some people are born with everything, but he only touched a little bit to get to where he is today?
"If you have the backbone, say the name of that person, and I will not kill you."
- Look, is that what you like, such a coward?
The tall emperor stood on the top of the steps, indifferently looking down at the paralyzed poor man, his cold gaze cast on Xining, as if laughing at her incompetence.
The beautiful princess sat silently, she didn't seem to care about everything, but the hand that clenched the glass betrayed her heart was not at peace.
Queen Wang's face was extremely pale, she knew that Cheng Lian had a little love for herself, but it was more about clinging to power. She never felt that this person would take on everything to protect her, even if she had the slightest expectation of it...
She looked at the emperor with a cold expression, and her heart was desperate,
- Your Majesty does not know whose hairpin it is, and I have never shown it to anyone, and if Cheng Lian bites to death, we still have a way to live for each other, and if he says my name, we will all die.
She didn't notice the undercurrent surging between Xining and Ximiao, and her eyes were firmly fixed on the poor man below, hoping that he wouldn't be so stupid and believe in the man in front of her who would kill even her own father.
But she was going to be disappointed eventually.
- If I don't say it, the matter will be revealed, and the queen may be fine, but I will definitely die. If I said it, His Majesty promised to let me go, and he agreed, Lan Ruo, don't blame me...
He twitched his nose and spoke softly, "This thing is indeed obtained by the slave maid from a nobleman. Slave, slave and her—"
The queen was completely desperate, staring at the man she had loved with red eyes, and closed her eyes again as if she never wanted to wake up again.
"Who is it?" The deep voice of the Son of Heaven sounded,
As if to take credit, the poor man opened his mouth, "Yes......"
At the exclamations of the people in front of the house, the poor man clutched his bleeding throat and gasped for air. His eyes were wide open, revealing horror, and he struggled desperately on the ground.
How so? How so?
At the last glance of his life, he looked at the queen and wanted to ask her to save him. But he was blocked by a graceful figure, and he saw Princess Xining holding the hairpin and standing in front of him.
His gaze gradually dimmed, and he could no longer say a word, and this time his blood was really cold.
When the queen heard the exclamation, she subconsciously opened her eyes, but she was shocked by the sight and couldn't speak.
Princess Xining was wearing that plain white dress, and she had been splashed with blood at the moment. Her movements were so fast that no one could react, and she had already pierced the pitiful man's throat in public.
Her flamboyant face finally had a bloody color, but it was not her own. She is like a terrible ghost who came out of the underworld and took people's lives. It looks so delicate, but it instantly bursts out with tremendous power.
Her appearance has been washed by blood and has a strange beauty, not as gentle and bright as before, but like a sharp knife.
Drops of blood dripped on the hall, and they were sucked apart in large clusters, and they were all sucked by the scarlet carpet.
The beauty laughed, and her voice even echoed in the empty hall. As soon as she let go of her hand, she threw the hairpin on the ground and walked up the steps step by step with her skirt.
Her eyes gradually softened, like an obedient ghost, and knelt silently.
She put her head on her brother's lap and said in a calm voice that was clear and not trembling, "Ning'er is so scared, let them all go out." ”
Hezhi was carried away by the royal guards who rushed up, and the queen was also helped away by the maids.
She couldn't seem to figure out why the princess, who had only one side of her, would use such extreme means to help her at this time. But this kindness, she remembered.
When leaving the palace gate, the noble queen mother never looked at the dead corpse again. She is a queen and has nothing to do with a pitiful person.
- Oh, that's a good name
——Success, success, pricelessness
It's a pity that he didn't live up to this good name.