Spring Banquet

"What do these white banners all over the street do? Hey, all the officials wear white belts?"

"How many days have you not been out, you don't even know this? The princess protects the country! The whole country is in funeral!"

"Princess Protector? You mean Princess Danyang? Isn't it a good thing that she died? It's time to beat the gongs and drums to celebrate."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this was heard by the officer, but you shall be arrested and put in jail

The people in the tea shop were at a table in twos and threes, looking at the paper money outside, and talking.

Speaking of this Princess Danyang, it was a twelve-year-old worm from the Northern Wei Dynasty, a terrifying evil to all people. He was clearly a daughter's family, but despite his shame, he raised dozens of face leaders in the mansion, hooked up courtiers, molested the powerful, played power, and framed Zhongliang!

Wherever he went, the corpses were everywhere, and the people were not alive. His evil deeds are so numerous that he has countless crimes!

If you want to write a biography for Princess Danyang, then many officials in the court will definitely jump out and add pens, and use the most harsh words to pin the princess on the pillar of shame in history forever, so that she will never live beyond life. !

But good and evil pay off. This arrogant eldest princess finally spent eight years in Daxing and was imprisoned in Feiyun Palace for "murdering a heavy minister". It was on the day of the new emperor's reign that she "sick" died in her residence. , Qiqiao bleeds, and his death is extremely miserable.

The government mourned in a decent manner, but the people secretly felt happy.

Evil is rewarded! Good death!

Amidst the joyous applause, the snow-white paper money fell down one after another, some of them were rolled by the wind, and fluttered in the air, and flew to the door of an official residence next to the official road, flying over the vermilion paint. Plaque.

White House.

In the wing of the west courtyard of the mansion, someone turned over and inadvertently swept the medicine bowl by the bed.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, Li Huaiyu woke up suddenly, his heart beating like a drum, and a cold sweat broke out when he opened his eyes. He sat up on his back, gasping uncontrollably in his throat, and his eyelashes trembled so badly. It took a long while for Liushen to return.

Where is this?

The shabby wing rooms are old and cheap everywhere. Light penetrates through the mottled carved windows, illuminating the dust in the air, hazy like fog.

Frowning and staring at the dust for a while, Huaiyu was a little dazed.

The door was pushed open with a "creak", and a maid with a water basin stepped in. When she saw her, she said with joy: "Miss, you finally woke up!"

Miss? Li Huaiyu frowned and looked at her, wondering where did she come from? He was called "His Royal Highness" when he was born. When was he called "Miss"?

"You scared the servant girl this time, and the servant girl almost thought you died!" The servant girl muttered to herself, sighing.

expire? Is it possible that she is not dead now? Huaiyu was stunned and took a deep breath.

It's really not dead!

She... not dead?

A tremor spread from the tip of the heart to the limbs, Li Huaiyu got up with excitement, jumped out of bed and rushed to the window sill, pushing the wooden window open.

The sun was shining, shining from between her fingers, falling on her face, warm. The first few bushes of wild flowers bloom just right, and the breeze shook the jade color.

After watching for a while, she took a few deep breaths of fresh air and showed a weird smile.

God has eyes, she is still alive.

Li Huaiyu, Princess of Danyang, is still alive!

The head of the little girl behind her was frightened by her actions, her eyes widened, and she stammered and shouted: "Little...Miss?"

With a smile, Huaiyu looked around, turned her head inexplicably, pointed to the tip of her nose and asked her: "Are you calling me?"

Lingxiu nodded and looked at her puzzledly: "Of course the servant girl is calling you, Miss, you don't recognize the servant girl?"

Huaiyu thought about it for a while, shook his head and said, "No impression."

The day her last memory stayed in Feiyun Palace, on March 27th, she drank the red crane top gift bestowed by her, spit out blood, and lay down on the soft couch in embarrassment.

There was a group of people kneeling in front of her, with red eyes choked and kowtow to her, shouting in unison: "Your Highness—"

These two characters resounded like the whimper of a flute, and echoed several times in the lobby, mixed with forbearance of crying, which made people feel sour.

Then she closed her eyes and plunged into the darkness.

Logically speaking, she should be dead. Even if she is not dead, she should still be in Feiyun Palace. Why is she in this strange place?

Sweeping around in a puzzled circle, Huaiyu saw a dressing table and quickly leaned over to take a look.

The person in the mirror is strange, with thin eyebrows and soft eyes, and his skin is white as if he has never seen the sun before, and his head is blackened like a cloud. He has a big palm face, small earlobes, a slender neck, and a half-old dark cloth. There is no meat on the whole body, and it feels like a gust of wind can blow away.

This is not her.

Everyone knows that Princess Danyang is domineering, half relied on her royal status, and half because of her unparalleled martial arts. She has been practicing martial arts for many years. How can the steel and iron bones of her body look like this bamboo pole?

But when she moved, the person in the mirror also moved, she made a face, and the delicate face in the mirror wrinkled.

With a sinking heart, Li Huaiyu turned his head and asked: "What year and month is today?"

Lingxiu stared at her blankly, and said blankly: "This is the eighth year of Daxing, the fourth day of April..."

Fourth of April? Huaiyu's lips whispered white: "Princess Danyang is already arrogant?"

Lingxiu nodded: "Fuck, today is just the first seven. The government is going for funeral."

Li Huaiyu: "..."

Princess Danyang has gone to funeral.

Who is she then? !

She shook her head subconsciously. She thought this was too strange, and her lips trembled. After turning around twice, she said: "I'm hungry."

"Ah." Lingxiu nodded in a daze, "The slave maid will go get you food now!"

Huaiyu nodded, and calmly watched the little girl ran out. When the figure disappeared, she took a deep breath, lifted her skirt and rushed out!

Her body is funeral, but she can still say that she can jump into another person, this kind of thing... If you don't see it with your own eyes, she won't believe it!

When he rushed out of the room, it looked like a big house outside. Li Huaiyu didn't bother to look at anything. He ran across the Moon Gate Corridor, avoiding people, and found the outermost courtyard. Look around at no one, step on the debris piled on the wall and climb up.

She doesn’t know how to embroider with needlework, but she is more familiar with things like climbing walls and beating birds. Even though the courtyard wall is higher, Huaiyu climbed onto the tile eaves and jumped--

Then it fell to the ground with a "bang"!

"Ah!" With a painful cry, Li Huaiyu couldn't get up for a long time.

It's a miscalculation. If she used to overturn the wall, this kind of trivial matter would definitely be a big deal, but now she seems to be very weak and not too obedient, so she fell directly, which is really embarrassing.

Fortunately, the place where she fell was pretty good. It was a little softer than the bluestone brick floor. It didn't hurt, but her lips were torn by her teeth, and the tip of her tongue was pricked. It smelled of rust.

"His—" It hurts!

Before she got up, there was a cold light next to her, and a murderous intent came: "Who!"

Li Huaiyu was taken aback, and when he looked sideways, he turned out to be a guard in a mysterious suit, looking at her with a dreadful blade.

As for? She just overcame the wall, and didn't assassinate anyone. Why is she so excited?

The soft ground underneath moved.

Perceiving something wrong, Li Huaiyu blinked and slowly looked down.

A person wearing a green amber brocade and soft cloud suit was pressed under her body. The jade crown was still upright and his expression was calm. A pair of ink-stained eyes stared at her, like a black dragon breaking waves. Some of the pale lips were stained with brilliant red, like flowers blooming on snow.

At first glance, Huaiyu was a little surprised. This person is really a rare good color in the world, with good looks and good looks.

However, at the second glance, Huaiyu recognized who this face was.

This... this person...

"Not getting up yet?" he said coldly.

Hearing this familiar voice, Huaiyu's face went from shocked to ashen, straddling him, not only did not get up, but wanted to crush him to death.

It's really narrow, Jiang Xuanjin!

The sky full of paper money fell down, Li Huaiyu squeezed a piece of paper and looked down at the person under him, with hatred in his heart.

Everyone said that Princess Danyang was blamed by the new emperor for "murdering a heavy minister" and then died. However, Li Huaiyu knew how she died.

She was killed by this Ziyang Jun Jiang Xuanjin!

On March 27th of the eighth year of Daxing, a good day for funerals, Jiang Xuanjin calmly offered a red crane crest in his eyes, and Buddha's incense lingered in his voice.

"Send your Royal Highness." He said.

Wearing her favorite Yaochi peony palace costume, Huaiyu sat on the Wishful Acacia couch, accepted the poison generously, and drank it.

"The Lord must live a long life." She laughed.

This was the last word she said to him, not tender, but unwilling to turn into a ghost to get revenge, and squeezed it out of the teeth. While talking, she swears in her heart, as long as there is a chance, she must let Jiang Xuanjin survive and die!

Now, I really met again.