Three thousand beautiful family: the bounty hunter

Wu Zetian was also the one who finally succeeded in her way.

First attach to a man, and then throw away the attachment. This is a shortcut for women in a patriarchal society.

"Then have you ever liked the prince?" Qian Jiangyue asked

"Haha, I don't even remember what he looks like..." Qingqing smiled

What I like most is the happy, carefree and innocent days before I met the prince.

"Then you don't have a man you like?" Qian Jiangyue asked again

"I haven't had time to meet more interesting men... so I came to live in the cold palace. However, the butterfly in your mouth sounds very interesting. You always wear a mask. It's fun, so fun," Qingqing said

It turned out that he had never loved the prince, it was just the prince's wishful favor...

Qian Jiangyue sounded a little disappointed...

I thought it was a heart-stirring story about a beautiful girl with brothers fighting and killing each other...

It turns out that these two men are just props in Qingqing's hands...

In the following days, Qingqing taught Qian Jiangyue her own unique embroidery method. This embroidery method can embroider butterflies vividly.

Qian Jiangyue also embroidered butterflies little by little...

Afterwards, the two became friends who talked about everything...

In the cold palace, I can still meet someone I can talk to, instead of a sad woman... This is considered a lucky try.

It wasn't until the fifth day that things changed

"I know you are good at martial arts. You must escape by tomorrow at the latest," Qingqing suddenly said.

"How do you know I know martial arts, and how do you know I can escape?" Qian Jiangyue asked

"You walk lightly, but I can't do it. Besides, you should have good martial arts skills. You can escape from this cold palace easily. Otherwise, how could you stay here so leisurely like an inn for several days?" Qingqing said

"Sure enough, I am as careful as a needle, but why is it tomorrow?" Qian Jiangyue asked

"Because on the first day when this courtyard became a cold palace, the emperor planted poisonous weeds in the courtyard. The smell of poisonous weeds blew into the house with the wind. Anyone who smelled it for seven days would be hopeless. This grass was called seven-day grass.

Tomorrow will be your sixth day," Qingqing said

"and you?"

"I'm fine, right?" Qingqing said