The power of color and fragrance

Long Jing looked a little dazed.

I remembered the time when I saw her in the palace many years ago, Yuan Ziqing and Ji, she followed her father to the palace to pay homage to the imperial grandmother, on the palace road, when she suddenly looked back, she was as young as a delicate flower.The woman in the red dress was like a fire, and walked forward with a smile.

Call him softly: "A Jing."

She smiles like a flower.Since then, the flower has bloomed in his unique years, and has never really withered for a moment.

Now that flower.Where is the Baishi Road, the top of the sky?

Maybe she died, or maybe the moment the prime minister's mansion was destroyed, there was no turning back for the two of them??

Yuan Ziqing was still kneeling, looking straight ahead, her face rarely fluctuated, and her recent life in the palace had trained her mind to be stable.

And those yesterday's promises are in vain today.

"His Royal Highness." There was a pause, "Don't take the nonsense from childhood to heart."

The purse fell to the ground in an instant, and Long Jing's tired voice sounded.

"Okay?"

Long Jing picked up the purse covered with dust, stepped back step by step, and then turned around.Huang Ying disappeared in an instant.

It's just that a few pairs of eyes are shining strangely in a place that can't be seen behind the two of them.

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night.

Except for the footsteps of patrolling soldiers.Everything was as quiet as death.

Recently, due to the arrival of envoys from various countries, the guards in the palace have been replaced more and more frequently, and there are more defenses. It seems that Emperor Xichu is really cautious.

There is a tea garden behind the Imperial Tea Palace.There is a hut next to the tea garden, and the hut is brightly lit at this time.

A figure came, holding a bucket in his hand, steaming.

Her husband let her live here.Said to water the tea tree at night.

After such a long time, she can finally take a hot bath.

After a while.There was the sound of water splashing in the house.

On a winter night, in the condensed air.The steam from the water is denser.

Behind the screen in the house, the woman's clothes are half undressed, and she is waving the water in the basin with her hands.

The placket slid down the slender neck, and under the mist, the woman's graceful butterfly bones were looming.

However, on the waist, on the originally white jade-like skin, there is a long scar.It's scabbed over now.Judging from the extent of the injury, he must have suffered a lot on the day he was injured.

Just as she was about to stretch her legs and step into the bathtub, a cold wind blew past her ears. She turned her head, and it turned out that the door was blown open by the wind.

Close the door with a creak.

A stronger wind blew through the windows.Although Yuan Ziqing felt a little weird, she still walked over to close the window, and the moment she pulled the screen, she felt her hand was sticky. When she looked closely, it was red and had a fishy smell, but it was blood!

Feeling bad, he quickly retreated to the inner room, the closer he got to the inner room, the thicker the bloody smell.

At this time, she was wearing a single shirt, and her hands and feet were trembling with cold.

The more you walk, the slower you walk??

Her intuition told herself that there were other people in the room.

He picked up the shovel that was on the ground beside him.

"Who! Come out."

At this moment, the window suddenly opened, "Meow~" a black shadow flashed past.

Take a breath, it turned out to be a night cat.

The shovel fell off in her hands, and she raised her sleeves to wipe the sweat, feeling a little regretful that she hadn't learned some body-defense skills from her elder brother before.

Drenched from being frightened by a wild cat, Yuan Ziqing approached the bathtub, wanting to wash it off.

However, her eyes froze suddenly. At this time, there was no wind, and the candle was burning slowly.

However, the water in the bathtub was still without wind, and under the candlelight, there were little ripples.

There also seemed to be ripples in Yuan Ziqing's heart, until the surface of the water faded to a faint blood red...