I am four and a half years old, and I am the daughter of a villain and tyrant.

The olive leaves beside the pond reflected a lush green in her eyes. Zhang Lantian seemed to see her strolling from the distant lakes and mountains. Her eyes were full of stars, like a curtain of clear dreams in troubled times, framing the years as the most peaceful. look like.

He looked at the olive branch in his hand, with strength surging in his eyes and heart. The gentle breeze blew through the water, and he heard the sound of water echoing in circles, like the Sanskrit chants of the mountain temple, ringing in his heart. Tossing and turning, his eyes became shallow. A gentleman does something and something he doesn't do. When you have the power, you should distinguish right from wrong and learn to exercise restraint. He thought of his grandfather's stern and ancient face. Maybe the old man didn't have his own As annoying as I imagined, it's easy to understand that they love each other but don't attack.

"Eldest Princess, I seem to understand what you mean." He tied an olive branch on his waist, and the blue sky and white clouds in his eyes were as clear as an oil painting. The eldest princess is like the lifeblood of Da Zhao. As long as she is here, Da Zhao will Always stay active.

She raised her eyebrows, with a sweet smile on her face, looked up at her old father, and then said softly: "Zhang Lantian, your grandpa is old. If you don't kneel down, you can see the pain in his nose." He's looking over here eagerly. '

Zhang Lantian seemed to have been enlightened, and after shyly bowing to Xiao Qiqi, he walked briskly towards the pavilion, wiping the old man's nose and looking for a stool. Zhang Guoguo felt a little uncomfortable. The grandson had never taken the initiative to get close to him before, let alone wipe his nose and tears. Huzi had changed his gender, or the eldest princess had something to do. He looked at the dazzling little cute baby by the pond, and was even more moved, and wiped his handkerchief. Sticky snot.

Zhang Lantian: (￣ェ￣;) I have no other meaning, I just dislike it.

Su Wu looked directly at the red sun behind her through Xiao Qiqi, with a solemn expression and tapping her slender fingers. The new Zhao Dynasty seemed to be different from what she expected. What a trouble.

Baili Palace, with willows as thin as smoke, and a maid in blue with slender waist and long hair, stepped into the Agarwood Palace, pushed open the hibiscus embroidered screens, knelt on the sable floor, and held up a small and exquisite rose gold fan with both hands. Dare to look up.

"Your Majesty, the weather has been hot recently. This is the silk fan Master Su brought from Tubi. I hope it will bring coolness to your Majesty."

The woman with silky hair on the couch had a gold fan tied into her slender hands, slowly unfolding it in the sun. The gems inlaid on the fan reflected a layer of rose-red light and shadow on her already gorgeous face. She was wearing gold silk. The purple phoenix palace dress with silver thread, and the glazed pendant on the jade leg followed her movements as she stood up, making sounds with each step, like a mountain ghost floating in the clouds, enough to confuse the world.

The palace maid secretly glanced at her appearance, and even her breathing stopped suddenly. Queen Su Qingyin of Baili was the most beautiful woman in Baili. She was originally the princess of the Tubi Royal Court. Bai Shaoyue more than ten years ago In order to marry her, he did not hesitate to abolish his wife.

After she became a queen, Bai Shuiyue loved her extremely. Su Qingyin lived a luxurious life. In order to satisfy her, Bai Di not only spent a lot of money to build the Agarwood Palace, but also met all her requirements. She even disliked her eldest son Qin Su. , Bai Di drove him out of the palace regardless of the relationship between father and son, so that he regarded his family and country as his enemy.

"Don't he know that I was born cold?" The silk fan, which took skilled craftsmen a year to make, was colorfully shattered on the floor in just a few minutes.

The palace maid felt particularly pity and did not dare to say a word.

Gemstones and gold chips scratched her snow-white ankles, and she walked to the window bleeding. Outside the willow, a purple-red phantom bird flew down in front of her, flapping its wings non-stop, seeming very uneasy.

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