The Favored Medical Princess

In the ten years of Xuhe, it was the beginning of autumn.

The biting cold wind blew in bursts, accompanied by the desperate roar, the clanging sound of swords colliding, the sound of the long blade entering the body, and the thick smell of blood spread in the air, filling the entire palace.

The king is no longer prosperous, the palace is no longer splendid, and there are corpses on the ground before and after the wide-open palace gate.

The horn of victory whimpered and spread far away, and rows of well-trained soldiers rushed into the palace.Whether they survived or died, they all knew that the iron hoofs of King Zhennan had already captured the capital in one fell swoop, approaching the Golden Palace.

It's going to change!

The palace maids, eunuchs, concubines and concubines were all in disarray. They packed their bags and fled in a hurry. There were furniture and clothes that fell to the ground, and the screams and panic were endless.

The corpses that fell to the ground everywhere, the gurgling outflow of blood, dyed the ground, as glamorous and dazzling as Manzhu Shahua, but it was a symbol of death.

In the midst of this terrifying slaughter and the shrill screams, a melodious and melodious violin sound streamed out from the northwest corner of the palace.The sound of the piano is as elegant and clear as mountains and flowing water, and the cold tunes reveal calmness and calmness, which are out of place at this time of crisis and bloody cruelty.

This is a forgotten corner of the palace. Few palace people still remember that eight years ago, the first queen of the emperor, the daughter of the famous Nangong family, Nangong Yue, was imprisoned in this cold palace for eight years. .

In the cold palace, the dilapidated and desolate courtyard walls, the ruined and faded courtyard walls, the littered grass and fallen leaves, the houses full of cobwebs, the broken doors and windows, none of them are intact.

I don't know when, the drizzle has stopped, the dark clouds are cleared, a full moon hangs in the night sky, and the silver moonlight is softly sprinkled.

On the icy steps, a thin white figure sat cross-legged, with a dead and dying tree leaning on her back, a carved hollow guqin in front of her, her ten fingers jumping on the strings, the beautiful sound of the piano. It just came out from here.

Nangong Yue straightened her waist and played the piano leisurely to the moon. She looked so thin and thin, like a piece of paper, as if the wind would blow and she would fall down.But she is so tenacious, her dark eyes are like the bottomless sea.In this messy environment, she appeared muddy and unstained, and her noble temperament was natural.

She closed her eyes, and the footsteps and screams of the palace servants rushed into her ears one after another. The corner of her mouth couldn't help but evoke a beautiful smile. The movement of her fingers suddenly accelerated, and the whole tune suddenly changed, as if From a gentle drizzle to a majestic rainstorm...

The passionate sound of the piano symbolized her heart at this time, and the thick smell of blood in the air made her even more excited.Vaguely, she seemed to smell the blood of the clansmen again, so desperate, profound, and unforgettable in her life!

Her slender and white fingers are as pink as green onions, jumping quickly on the strings, like a galloping horse, spreading farther and farther, and she always has a faint smile on her face.

The sound of swords was hoarse, and thousands of horses fought to kill.Whether soldiers or palace servants, all who saw them were killed, the palace was empty, and those who fled had fled early. Most of the palace fell in an instant, and this moment has finally come...

"boom!"

The crumbling courtyard door was kicked open rudely, and finally came to an end.The sound of messy footsteps rushed into the cold palace. The man at the head was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, holding a weak and beautiful woman in his arms, followed by a line of guards with swords.