Story of Yanxi Palace

　　 Turn: her secret

　　 "...Where is this?" Zhao Hua opened his eyes, "Why am I here?"

　　 is not her bedroom, but a long-lost attic.

　　The spider web was spread in the corner of the wall, and a snow-white moth was stuck on it. The moth was shaking its wings desperately, but it could not get rid of the thin spider silk.

　　 "This is the Chengqian Temple." She suddenly couldn't control her mouth, and there was another voice from her hair, cold, low, hissing like a snake, "It's the place where the late queen is closed."

　　Zhaohua was taken aback, she squeezed her body up from the ground, walked a few steps, and suddenly heard the words from outside.

　　 "Zhaohua has been missing for a day." Fukang An's voice was anxious. "Are you sure she will be here?"

"Jianxuexuan, Yuhuage, Yinghuadian... Haven't you already found it?" Si Wan's laughter sounded, "Relax, I know Zhaohua better than you, I know where she will go when she gets sick. Tibetan."

　　 "Sickness?" Lavan Dolzi's voice was extremely cold, "What do you mean?"

What does 　　 mean? Zhaohua's lips twitched a cruel arc, a look that had never appeared on her face. It was completely another person.

Even her walking posture changed to another person, one leg limped, it seems that she suffered an old injury on her knee, but it did not affect walking, and even walked lighter and faster than the other three people, like a long time After training, the silent **** walked.

　　 She knew the structure of Cheng Qian Temple even better than the three, and went behind them in a few clicks, and then silently locked the door-bang.

　　 "Ah!!!" Siwan screamed, "What, what sound? Ah! Who locked the door, let me out, let me out!"

　　 "Is it you? Zhaohua!"

　　 "You stay here, I used to find her!"

　　 The chaos caused the three people to break up.

　　 "Don't!" Si Wan pestered the cane, crying and chasing the two, "Don't leave me here alone."

　　 "Relax." A pair of cold hands stretched out from behind her, holding her neck, "I'm with you."

　　Siwan suddenly fainted.

　　 When she woke up, the person was already sitting on a chair, his eyes were covered with a black cloth, and his hands were fixed on the armrests of the chair.

"Do you remember, Siwan." Zhaohua's voice came from the opposite side. "At the age of eleven, my fifth brother was ill. You lied to me that as long as I went to Yinghua Temple to pray for my fifth brother, I could save him. , I went, and was caught by that man."

　　Siwan is a trembling.

"I ran away, he broke my leg and threw me into a small, narrow house, surrounded by sewage, dirty and smelly." Zhao Hua murmured, "he pressed me on the sewage several times Here, I want to drown me, but every time I cried and called my mother, he let me go, and then he told me a story, do you know what story he told me?"

　　 "No, no..." Siwan shuddered even more, "I don't want to listen."

"I told her that my name was Yuan Chunwang." Zhao Hua suddenly changed his voice, gloomy and terrifying, with unbearable resentment on earth. "The first day I entered the palace, I was tied to a door. Once there was a cry, someone next to me with a hot egg blocked my throat, and when the cleansing started, every inch of the body hurt."

　　Sentence by sentence, he told his life, from the pain when he was cheated into the palace, to the spring blossoms when he met Wei Yingluo, but the anger when the other party betrayed himself in the blink of an eye...

　　 "Who am I? Zhaohua? Yuan Chunwang?" Zhaohua asked himself, and then chuckled, "I am Yuan Chunwang... Hello, be bold, dare to challenge me, let me see my means."

　　Siwan only felt her wrists cool, ticking, there was liquid drooping down her wrists, and she could not help turning pale: "You, what have you done to me?"

"I cut a knife on your wrist." Zhaohua laughed. "You won't die right away. Listen, tick, tick. Your blood will bleed. When the last drop of blood in your body drains, you will died."

　　 "You madman, madman!!" Siwan struggled desperately, "Let me go, let me go! Help, help! Lavender, save me, Fukang An, save me!"

　　 "...Zhaohua." A young man's voice rang from behind Zhaohua, extremely complicated and extremely pitiful, "stop it."

　　 "You are Fukang An?" Zhao Hua stood up slowly, turned his face to look at him, his eyes full of scoffs, "I remember, you are the son of Fucha Fu Heng."

　　 Her face was so strange that Fukang An moved subconsciously back.

Zhaohua played with a **** dagger in his hand and smiled eccentrically: "Like your stupid Amma, she fell in love with a woman who should not be in love. Wei Yingluo, Zhaohua, and the bones are all the same cold, they just think about it For yourself, once you are useless to her, you will abandon it. Can Fucha Fuheng still give you a warning?"

　　 "Shut up!" Fukang An gritted his teeth, "Who the **** are you?"

"I am Yuan Chunwang, the chief executive next to the queen and the mastermind of Jiangnan's rebellion!" "Zhaohua" in front of him laughed, "I have killed many people, brothers, masters, fairviews, and princes...now It's your turn!"

　　 She flew towards Fukang.

　　 Not only did her voice and expression look like a man, but her strength also became like a man, and with a knife in her hand, she was as good as Fukang. In contrast, in the face of her beloved woman, Fukang An throws a mouse away at her, and she refuses to give her a heavy hand. Finally, she is inattentive and she falls to the ground.

　　 Zhaohua rode on his waist, raised his dagger high in his hand, and saw that he was about to pierce his chest, but the tears fell down first.

　　 "Am I sick again?" she murmured.

　　 "Zhaohua?" Fukang An struggled up, "Is it you?"

　　 Zhaohua nodded, put down the dagger, and said, "Go away, while I can still control myself now."

　　 "Zhaohua..." Fukang An stopped talking.

"You see it, I'm sick." Zhaohua sobbed, "I was sick when I was 11 years old and kidnapped. Although the **** named Yuan Chunwang was soon caught and beheaded, I I know... he is still alive and living in my body."

In the seven days that life is better than death, and in seven days, Yuan Chunwang kept telling her all the time, those about his past, about his joys and sorrows, deeply rooted in her young body, and gradually gave birth to a second person Personality-a personality named Yuan Chunwang.

　　Once an attack, she will immediately change from the innocent and princess Zhaohua to the sinister man like a snake. In the entire Forbidden City, no one except Wei Yingluo can subdue her.

　　 This is her secret and the biggest secret in the Forbidden City.

"Yes, I'm still alive." "Zhaohua" suddenly changed his face and chuckled, "But you are going to die, you said, everyone will open the gate of Chengqian Palace tomorrow and find that Princess Zhaohua killed everyone , Including Princess Siwan, a Mongolian prince, and your only Miao of the Fucha family, is the scene particularly exciting? I can’t wait to see Ying Luo’s expression, ha ha ha ha!"

　　 She smiled so wildly, so crazy that Siwan stopped screaming, tremblingly unable to speak.

　　But with one hand, she gently touched her cheek.

　　 "Zhaohua, don't kill them." Fukangan looked at her with pity and guilt, and said softly, "It's enough to just kill me."

　　 "Zhaohua" was surprised for a while.

"I'm sorry for you." Fukangan closed her eyes and pulled her hand holding her dagger toward her neck. "I'm a coward, and I have no courage to take revenge on the emperor's concubine. I can neither avenge my mother nor hurt myself to hurt you, I can do nothing, just a waste."

　　 "Why?" "Zhaohua" said in a deep voice, "Why did you come out that day in the broken temple?"

　　If you don’t come out, then you will be humiliated by so many beggars. Zhaohua will definitely die, even if you don’t die tragically under the crotch of those beggars, you will have to kill yourself when you come back.

　　Wei Yingluo is not in good health and loves this daughter the most. When Zhaohua died, she would have to be seriously ill. Isn't it his way?

　　Why have you finished the first ninety-nine steps, but gave up at the last step?

　　 "Say!" "Zhaohua" pressed the dagger to his neck, pressing down on his upper body, snapping, "Why?"

　　Fukang An sighed, slowly stretched out his hands, wrapped around her back, disregarding her holding a sharp blade, hugged her into her arms, and gently called out: "...sister."

　　 "Zhaohua" shuddered.

　　 It seems that a long time ago, almost as long as his last life, he also loved a woman like this, boiled medicine for her, sat on a cold bench in the garden for her, gave up everything for her, and pursued everything for her...

　　 "Yingluo." "Zhaohua" burst into tears in the cold eyes, murmured, "My...sister..."

　　 Suddenly her body softened and fell into Fukang's arms.

Behind 　　, breathless Lavan Dolzi...and the royal concubine Wei Yingluo.

"Yuan Chunwang is my righteous brother." Wei Yingluo leaned over and picked up Zhaohua, saying lightly, "He was suspected of treason, and he should have been executed by Ling Chi, but I begged the emperor to keep him for life and confine him to the Yinghua Temple. Unexpectedly, he succeeded in instigating Siwan and led Zhaohua..."

　　 "It was him!" Fukang An finally remembered who the other party was.

　　 A person who wants to kill all the people who love Xinjue Luo, an **** who also sheds blood from Aixinjueluo's family-a biggest secret of Aixinjueluo's family.

"Looking at you, you should remember who he is. He has done so many stupid things because he thinks he is the son of the emperor." Wei Yingluo turned around and asked in a meaningful way, "What about you? Fukang An, do you also think you are the emperor's son?"

　　 Fukang An trembles.

　　合: his secret

　　 The day of the wedding.

　　Feng Yu, Lawang Dorzi helped Zhaohua get on the sedan chair.

　　Dangzhu Hongpa swayed, covering Zhaohua's expression, only a little Zhu Lip hesitated, and finally sighed: "Lavandurzi, you have seen my appearance, why dare to marry me?"

　　Lavandurzi’s voice was rock-solid: “Because I love you.”

　　 Zhaohua set his sight on him for a while, and dropped his head, his voice like crying and laughing: "You... really a fool."

"I know you don't love me, but it doesn't matter." Ravandurzi is not a man who understands sweet words, so the oath that he said from his mouth is more touching. "We have a long time, I will be patient. Wait, wait for you to fall in love with me."

　　If there are still people in the world who can fully accept her if they know her secret...

　　 "Let's go." Ravandurzi glanced behind her and suddenly hurried.

　　Zhaohua nodded and helped his hand into the sedan. When the sedan curtain hung down, she heard an anxious voice shouting her name: "Zhaohua, wait for me!"

　　 Her shoulders were trembling, and she heard Lavan Durzi's voice rang outside: "Get up!"

　　The bearer lifted Feng Yu and walked towards Shenwumen.

　　 guarded along the way, no matter who it was, even Fu Kang'an, the son of the Fucha family, could not break in at this moment.

　　 It is even more impossible to stop this dusty wedding.

　　Lavandurzi rode on the high-headed horse and looked back at the other party. He heard Wei Yingluo's words in his ears.

"Fukang An, has someone always told you that you are the emperor's son, and the best way to get revenge is to let Zhaohua fall in love with you?" Wei Yingluo laughed, "but you are really the emperor's Son?"

　　 There is no airtight wall in the world, and the things that have been done are always the day when the stones fall out.

　　 instigated the revenge of Fukang An, and the black hand soon came to the surface under thorough investigation. At that time, the man holding Fukang'an's small hand and forcing him to remember the appearance of his dead mother was the younger brother of Fucha Fuheng.

　　 At the same time, it is also Er Qing's object of cheating, the real father of Fukang An.

　　 This is really ridiculous, because Er Qing's pregnancy caused him to die and even implicated so many people. In the end, the child in her stomach was still Fucha.

　　 "Zhaohua she... is not my sister." Fukang An's eyes are sad and joyful, confused and full of hope, "not my sister..."

　　 But what about that?

　　 Zhaohua did not know this.

"This matter is related to the reputation of the Fucha family, so this palace has dealt with all insiders. Now there are only three who know the truth. You, this palace, and Fukang An." Wei Yingluo's voice echoed in Lavan Dolzi said, "This palace won't tell Zhaohua the truth, how about you?"

　　Lavandurzi's lip corner.

　　Feng Yu finally came out of the Shenwu Gate, and the glorious sunset fell on the sedan, like amber falling from the sky, fixing everything in it for thousands of years.

　　 "...this is my secret." Lavan Dolzi said in his heart, "I will not tell her the truth as long as the corpses have become ashes for a thousand years."