[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

Xuanhou was raised in the boudoir since she was a child, even though there were many elder brothers in the family, she always doted on her youngest sister, but she was born rebellious, Yang's father hired a wife, raised him as a son since childhood, courage, courage, strategy in the city, and even far surpassed several elder brothers.

My father was worried that a woman like this would be better off being a weaker one who would attract pity, fearing that if she was too rigid, she would be broken, so Jianying listened to her father's teachings, restrained her temper, and made a lot of mistakes as she interacted with the female relatives of many clans. A docile and peaceful look.

When Jianying was 15 years old, the ruler of the country was in decline, so she urgently summoned Xuanfu and many confidants into the palace.

A few months later, the Eighth Prince Zhengluo returned to the country.At that time, Xuan Jianying was letting her maidservant curl up her hair, and when she happened to hear someone mention it, it was just a few more words from the maidservant about the color of the Eighth Prince's birth.

The next day, in response to Father Xuan, she went to Lingche Temple to ask for a lottery, and went up the stairs, Qing Wanzheng was feeling depressed.Father Xuan seldom forced her to come to Buddhist temples, and in the past, her mother did the work for her, but today she insisted on going, saying that she was already old enough to seek a good marriage.

Amidst the confusion of thoughts, the heavy rain poured down, Jian Ying frowned tightly, and none of the careless girls brought umbrellas.In early summer, Jianying had only a few layers of gauze wrapped around her body, so she could only take shelter in a small pavilion temporarily.

At that time, the man in a white robe stepped into the pavilion, suddenly raised his eyes, feeling at a loss because of Jianying's embarrassment, then turned around and threw a coat over.

"If you don't mind, girl, you can put on your coat first."

The handsome young man who seemed to be a domestic servant put away the oil-painted paper umbrella, and the man stood sideways, with raven-feather-like ink hair spreading on his thin back, light eyebrows and eyes, and light-colored lips slightly pursed.The sound of the rain, falling down along the protruding corners of the eaves, wetted the weeds growing on the bluestone, making the man's whole body look like a green mountain and distant daisy stained with water color, trying to melt into the misty early summer In the drizzle.

Jian Ying put on her robe, and was surrounded by a burst of cold plum fragrance.Uncommonly flustered, she thanked him with a slight blessing: "I thank you, Young Master."

In this season, there is always a coolness coming from the silk cloth covered with the soaked gauze, which makes Jianying feel a little calm.

The two of them just listened to the sound of the rain gradually subside, and then Jianying continued to go up the mountain, but the man just left without saying a word.

At that time, she remembered that she would sometimes secretly go to the theater with a few female companions who escaped to listen to those charming operas, but it was the actor's sharp tongue, brows and eyes, and the mellow and haunting taste.

Father once begged the first emperor to marry Jianying.Not many days later, the imperial decree came down, promising Xuan's family to the eighth prince who was single.Xuan Jianying heard this and didn't say a word, nor did she feel wronged.But the whole family, except Xuan's father, was in a gloomy mood.

Xuan's mother was still unhappy: "The eighth prince is not favored at all, and he has been a proton in Qi'an for many years. There are many princes who are not worthy of him, but he wants to promise to the eighth prince."

Xuanfu just said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense in the eyes of a woman. Jianying has already made preparations, and Qin Wangfu will send someone to choose an auspicious day to deliver it in a few days."

Jian Ying does not speak, but her heart is transparent.The ruler of the country is suspicious, and the position of the crown prince is unresolved.Zhaodu, I'm afraid the sky will change.

She began to sew the wedding dress, and the golden thread drew out a gorgeous peony, which was opened on the skirt of the skirt, decorated with many fine gemstones, and the delicate stitches were slowly outlined.Finally, pick it up and examine it carefully.About to rewind.Suddenly there was thunder outside the window, for no reason, she remembered the young man she met that day, got up and took out the coat, sniffed it closely, the fragrance of Leng Mei had faded away.

Until the red candle, the red gauze in front of her eyes was pulled away by a pair of slender hands, accompanied by a burst of cold plum fragrance and a slight smell of wine, she still had the same indifferent look, still the same slightly pursed water-colored lips, and still the same alienation The voice, even though the smell of alcohol stained the corners of his eyes with beauty.

"Ma'am is indeed destined to be with this king."

When the red candle went out, Jian Ying thought so.

God has treated her very well.

A few years later, the young King Qin Zhengluo came to the throne, and all the things, except the king and the Xuan family's deliberate support of the weakest King Qin, have aroused a lot of dissatisfaction among the people.Even though Zhengluo has veterans to help him, and he is the capital of the emperor, it took several years and a lot of blood to make Zhaozheng calm down.Xuan Jian Yinggui is the queen, and she is also willing to give advice and help Zheng Luo.

She originally thought that her husband, she would help him clear the obstacles and help him stabilize the country.Even though Zheng Luo was different from ordinary men in that his temper was cooler, he never recruited concubines and enriched the harem.Empress Xuan is not a soft and charming woman, as long as he is willing to accompany her, there are so many women, it is hard to find in a lifetime.

Later, Emperor Mu accepted Concubine Qi because of his grandson, but Empress Xuan knew about it and didn't care.However, what made her angry was that a maidservant in Concubine Qi's palace unexpectedly gave birth to a prince by accident.

Under the rage of Empress Xuan, the maidservant in Concubine Qi's palace died of illness.It was dark outside the window, and the cold wind pierced the sultry air.Empress Xuan picked up a pair of jade bracelets that Zheng Luo had given her when Concubine Qi entered the palace, and slammed them on the ground with her backhand.

That emerald color lay piece by piece on the red brocade, Xuan Hou's mind shook, thinking of the rare smile when Zheng Luo gave it to her at that time, he felt a little bit regretful again.The maidservant is of average beauty, except that her eyes are better, but now she is "infected with disease", that's all.

After a sleepless day, Empress Xuan closed her eyes. Zheng Luo seemed to be having a nightmare, her breathing was disordered. It was also that night, when she heard him call out the man's name for the first time, Empress Xuan let him go. Nor does it wake up.So, she listened to the man's intermittent whispers until her eyes were sore and her fingertips sank deeply into the flesh.

The lights of the Qianqing Palace are always the last to go out. Xuan prepared Zheng Luo's favorite purple ginseng snow chicken porridge and sent it to him. After that, he sat upright and observed Luo An.

Those hands are men's hands, not as delicate as women's, but they are more slender than ordinary people because of martial arts.Speaking of Luo'an, it seems that he followed His Majesty when he was in Qi'an.He is neither a slave nor a bodyguard. He is the one who takes care of His Majesty's daily life on weekdays, and he is also the person His Majesty can rely on most in times of crisis.Sure enough, what Qi An brought was different from others.

Xuanhou found that in recent years, she has become more and more like a resentful woman. That kind of resentment does not specify who to blame, but just keeps it in her heart, and it will explode when and where she sees.Originally, there was no way to vent, but later, Zheng Luo Yin had so many affairs that he came to Chengqian Palace less often.She thought that if she stayed with him, she would be able to overcome her ignorance in this life, but she felt more and more that people are greedy.If you can't get it, you will add delusion and resentment.

How absurd, she let Luo An, but also herself.Until one day she breathed calmly and leaned beside Luo An.Everything about what Luo An did, about the actions of the second prince in the dark, about Lin Qi's plan.Only then can she feel a little pleasure, the pleasure of revenge.

Many years later, Empress Xuan has become the Empress Dowager, and Concubine Qi has left many years ago. She occasionally visits her eldest son who is practicing in Lingche Temple, and her eyebrows and eyes are as warm as before. With such indifference, she understood his resentment.But he had never seen the thick blood when the man died, even spreading to his pale fingertips, but she saw it, and at that glance, she just looked at it, not daring to touch it, not daring to grieve.

Tranquility and purity of heart, the holy medicine bestowed by the late emperor, one was given to the Xuan family, and after being declared, it was used as a bargaining chip to protect the two sons. She only wanted them to be safe and the throne.But one of them melted into that person's flesh and blood.The one in Linqi was also an idiot, just a shadow of the old man, but he also tried his best to protect him, disregarding other affectionate feelings.

She stared at her still beautiful face in the bronze mirror, recalling the old folk songs:

Xuanshi Youmingzhu

Poppy and Tranquility

peace of mind

The family and the country are prosperous.

They don't know that the two pearls of the Xuan family are both poisoned daggers, and the years of tenderness are cold and sharp blades.