From Zhen Huan

With my doubts, it becomes brighter and brighter, and it is extremely beautiful.

Xuanqing looked at me, with a bright light in his eyes, and said softly but firmly: "I want to! I want to live a happy life! I want to be a good son who is filial to my mother and concubine! I want to control my destiny, do it A good man who stands up to heaven and earth!"

I looked at him and laughed too, shaking all over, laughing so hard that tears flowed, this is the man I once loved!But why don't you remember me?

I cover my eyes, covering the whole world.

A few years have passed quickly, and many newcomers have entered the palace, and more and more familiar faces, but I have become a big scourge in the harem, and I am not favored by Xuan Ling, so there is no one who does not have eyes came to provoke me.

The 12th year of Qianyuan is getting closer and closer. In the past few years, the border conflicts between Dazhou and foreign tribes have intensified, and the military power in the hands of the Murong clan has become more and more important. Xuanling is now relying heavily on the Murong clan. Defense now.However, his understanding of the Murong Clan is only the tip of the iceberg, and he is far from seeing the real strength and threat of the Murong Clan hidden in the dark.

With the support of the Murong clan, in the past few years, apart from harming those restless concubines, my biggest hobby is to tease the emperor Xuanling and the empress Zhu Yixiu.

There's nothing more fun than flirting with the love-killing couple who ruled the Great Zhou Dynasty.

As a result, Li Chang who is beside Xuan Ling, and Jian Qiu who is beside Zhu Yixiu and others avoid me like snakes and scorpions, and they are more respectful when they see me than their masters.

I'm so bored, I can only look forward to the 12 Qianyuan Draft coming soon. With Zhen Huan, Mei Zhuang, and Ling Rong at that time, I feel that life will be much more interesting.

And that day is not far away.

The author has something to say: oh oh oh~ I'm as excited as if the heels of pigs have been spattered with chicken blood!What should I do next?The next chapter will abuse the mysterious slag, do you have any good suggestions?

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The father of this life, Murong Jiong, is a man of great courage and determination, which is also the reason why the Murong family has produced a large number of talents and prospered.

Another two months passed by, and Murong Jiong finally made up his mind that the life and death of the family should not be underestimated, even though the current Murong family is still the most trusted and trusted loyal minister in Xuan Ling's heart.But it doesn't mean that it will be the same in the future, it's just that these years have been smooth sailing, even as wise as Murong Jiong, he never thought about the tragic end that the family will face in the future.

Nowadays, making decisions and taking precautions early is the best way for the family.

This is not only the trust in me as my own daughter, but also the responsibility to the family, to kill any possible danger in the cradle.

From the moment Murong Jiong made his decision, although the Great Zhou Dynasty was still thriving on the surface, with a picture of a Mingjun flourishing with singing and dancing, but there was no wind and waves in the interior, and an undercurrent was surging.It's just that Xuan Ling couldn't perceive such a change. Not only was the young emperor immature politically, but his control over the empire was far inferior to that of his long-dead father.

The growth of an emperor always requires a long time and the accumulation of countless bones.

However, the Murong clan is already working hard to get rid of their status as stepping stones. The direction of the Great Zhou Dynasty has entered a new fork, and the future is unclear.

Compared to the situation of the Murong clan who are loose on the outside and tight on the inside, everything is as usual on the surface, but they are extremely busy in the dark, I am really leisurely and comfortable staying in the palace.

Songzhi has now become the contact between me and the hidden guards of the Murong clan who stayed in the palace. Although she is a servant, in the harem, she is the only person who can be trusted by both the Murong clan and me.

In order to let her concentrate on this matter, I chose two other maids to share her original work, and in this way, I finally got rid of Songzhi's ubiquitous nagging voice, and I was much more relaxed.But the consequence that followed was that every time Songzhi looked at me, the eyes were extremely sad, and I could only pretend to be ruthless and ignore them.

Without Songzhi's thoughts, I became more and more unconstrained. I got tired of playing in Mixiu Palace, so I went to visit and wander in the palaces of other concubines.Of course, those concubines are definitely not very willing, but as the Murong clan becomes more and more prosperous, even Xuan Ling temporarily ignores my reckless behavior and silently backs down. These concubines can only open the door when they visit me Welcome guests, pretending to be enthusiastic.

I only played a guiding role in the development of the Murong Clan. I belonged entirely to the hands-off shopkeeper, and I never fully intervened. The power confuses others.Not only for repayment, but also to invest in advance for a better life in the second half of my life.

After wandering in the harem for a long time, you will find that the harem hides countless outrageous things under the strict management of the harem. But his handsome and delicate face was wrinkled into a ball, as if he was going to cry in the next second.

Apart from Xuan Ling, this is the man I have entangled with the most—the king of Qinghe in his youth, Xuan Qing.

At this time, Xuan Qing was still a boy in his teens, with a thin figure, and the grievances were hidden under his seemingly indifferent expression, far from the appearance of a gentleman like jade many years later.

This ten-year-old boy lost his beloved father and emperor many years ago, and then his gentle and beautiful mother concubine also left him, so he can only be raised by his mother's best friend, the current queen mother.It seems that life has not changed in any way, and he is well-clothed, well-fed, and surrounded by servants, but he, who is sensitive and intelligent, still feels the misery of being dependent on others.

In the deep palace, even misery is not allowed.

The boy's mind matured rapidly, but in the eyes of others, the once clever and gifted child disappeared like a flash in the pan, leaving only the stubborn boy now.

It's just that the heart is still unwilling, wronged, and sad.I know that in a few years, this handsome young man will transform into a gentle and cynical Mr. Pian Pianjia.It's just that he doesn't know if he will still remember the self who used to hide in a corner and feel sad silently?

I walked over, deliberately not taking my steps lightly, so that he could easily spot my arrival.

The young Xuanqing raised his head, glanced at me, his expression changed slightly, he obviously recognized me, but he didn't want to get up, his expression was very hesitant.

I picked up the hem of my skirt, walked to him, sat on the ground beside him, and asked seriously: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Xuan Qing was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he bent his knees and hugged him tightly with both arms, buried his head in it firmly, and then a muffled voice came out, "Didn't you see anything?"

He slapped him hard on the back, as if feeling puzzled, he asked in a carefree tone, "Then why are you unhappy?"

"I'm not unhappy!" The voice was still muffled, and it seemed to be tinged with anger.The black hair was like ink, scattered on his moon-white gown, making him look more and more cold and lonely.

But I was amused, but my heart softened inexplicably. A long time ago, there was a life in which I was just a little female official in the Hall of Yiyuan, but there was such a handsome and gentle man who cared silently. stay with me.At that time, we used to sit on the ground like we are now, and we didn't even need to say anything, but we were already affectionate.

That was the warmest and most beautiful time I felt.

As if we could really be forever!But many years later, I still miss it silently, but he no longer remembers that I lived in his heart for many years...

I let out a long sigh, like him, bent my knees and hugged me, buried my head on my knees, and said sullenly: "Hey, I'm in a bad mood, very unhappy, please comfort me!"

Xuanqing raised his head and looked at the imperial brother's favorite concubine, who was only a few years older than herself, and her face was more beautiful than flowers. She was wearing a plain tube top skirt, and her long hair was tied in a loose braid. Dressing, speech and behavior are very unruly.But he felt strangely that they seemed to have known each other for many years, otherwise how could she have such a familiar expression and tone.

Is she unhappy?But how to comfort?

Xuan Qing had no experience in this field, and felt that he was really useless for a while. After thinking about it, he took out a jade flute from his waist, took a breath, and played it leisurely.

The familiar melody sounded, although it was far from as proficient as it had been heard before, it already had its own unique style and charm.

Although it was a cheerful tone, I felt my heart was filled with sadness, and I almost burst into tears.

Time is always so cruel, it takes away everything I love, leaving only memories.

After being silent for a long time, I heard the young man next to me play one after another, then I turned my head to look at his jade-like side face, and said, "I'm really not reconciled! He is my father's favorite son, but in the end he got nothing. , The throne was taken by the elder brother, and the mother and the child were separated. Even the talent can only be hidden, and forced to be a playboy. Do you feel that you are useless? Nothing can protect you?"

The young man suddenly turned his head and looked at me. His clear eyes were as pure as a deer, but then he became helpless, and then turned into unwillingness and anger, and finally left only deep powerlessness and sadness.

Without waiting for his answer, I smiled at him with indescribable desolation, and then said silently: "I also feel unwilling! No matter how much I have, no matter how much I get, but in the blink of an eye, there is nothing left." It seems that no matter how hard I try, it’s useless, I’m still that lonely person with nothing.”

"You see how alike we are, as if cursed by fate