Wearing the thin-soled light boots he wears at home, he walked over step by step unhurriedly, as if he was careless.

A cold, slender finger held up her chin, and the moment their eyes met, his eyes were as dark as the deepest endless night.

Seeing the exquisite plum gray marks on her face, and then thinking about the proud and carefree face he had seen before, a trace of interest suddenly flashed in his eyes, as if he was full of interest: "It's you again."

It is true that there were many beauties in the Northern Qin royal family, and after the fall of the country, countless beauties joined the Southern Qi harem. But even though he was used to seeing all kinds of stunning beauties, those clear and translucent eyes were still fresh in his memory.

What's more, she, Fu Roujia, once held the title of the most beautiful princess of Northern Qin - even if it seems now, her pockmarked face makes this title even more ridiculous.

However, because she had such bright eyes and such pride, he was still very impressed by her after he took her into his palace and worked as a slave girl for more than half a year.

He finally took a good look at her. It was a hot summer day and there was no wind in the yard. After walking for a long time under the scorching sun, a few strands of messy hair stuck to her cheeks.

A thin silk shirt was soaked with sweat and clung to her body.

He leaned over and looked at her, and his eyes just happened to see her slightly open neckline. The girl of fourteen or fifteen years old had just arrived at menarche, and the buds on her chest had also bloomed with spring.

He looked past the dazzling scars on his face and saw his slightly undulating chest, as white as cream, with its round lines hidden under his clothes.

Beautiful, tender and unobstructed.

He then waved, and Li Dequan quickly took a step forward: "Your Majesty?"

He still waved impatiently. At this time, even though Li Dequan had been serving him closely for many years, he was still a little confused. While he was confused, he saw the ragged washerwoman suddenly raised her head and smiled sweetly.

In an instant, the sun shone brightly, and the light was so brilliant that it was almost impossible to open your eyes.

She gradually straightened her body and looked at Xiao Jinyan in front of her.

She remembered this face very clearly.

I still remember that winter day when the palace was destroyed...

It was almost the coldest winter day in her life in her memory. It snowed heavily that day, and the sound of rinsing snow seemed to fall on people's hearts.

There are three layers of gauze curtains hanging in the palace, and the plum blossoms outside the curtains are blooming just right, with a faint cold fragrance that makes people's pulse pulse. But how can anyone in the palace be so thoughtful as to go out to enjoy the plum blossoms in the snow?

In November, Luodu was as cold as the underworld due to the war. In the main hall of the queen's palace, everyone in the harem had gathered here early in the morning.

The maids with sad faces all held several pieces of plain silk in their hands for hanging the beams. They were prepared by Empress Ling last night, one for each of the dignified concubines and women in the palace.

Roujia stood beside her mother, watching her mother assign them one by one. The faces of the women who had received the silk were ashen.

So many beauties, one by one, just withered.

Concubine Xie died, followed by Concubine De, Concubine Zhao, Concubine Yun, Concubine Rong, Concubine Shen, Mrs. Xu, Concubine Jia Zhaorong...Crown Princess Yang, Crown Prince Liangdi Feng...countless familiar faces dimmed, and mournful cries

Blow away in the howling north wind.

Just last night, the palace had received news that Luodu of the Imperial Dynasty had been breached. At this time, the faint sound of fighting in the distance seemed to be cut off at once, and there was a terrible silence everywhere, so quiet that even the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground could be heard

I heard that he was wearing the thin-soled light boots that he wears at home, and he walked over step by step, as if he was careless.

A cold, slender finger held up her chin, and the moment their eyes met, his eyes were as dark as the deepest endless night.

Seeing the exquisite plum gray marks on her face, and then thinking about the proud and carefree face he had seen before, a trace of interest suddenly flashed in his eyes, as if he was full of interest: "It's you again."

It is true that there were many beauties in the Northern Qin royal family, and after the fall of the country, countless beauties joined the Southern Qi harem. But even though he was used to seeing all kinds of stunning beauties, those clear and translucent eyes were still fresh in his memory.

What's more, she, Fu Roujia, once held the title of the most beautiful princess of Northern Qin - even if it seems now, her pockmarked face makes this title even more ridiculous.

However, because she had such bright eyes and such pride, he was still very impressed by her after he took her into his palace and worked as a slave girl for more than half a year.

He finally took a good look at her. It was a hot summer day and there was no wind in the yard. After walking for a long time under the scorching sun, a few strands of messy hair stuck to her cheeks.

A thin silk shirt was soaked with sweat and clung to her body.

He leaned over and looked at her, and his eyes just happened to see her slightly open neckline. The girl of fourteen or fifteen years old had just arrived at menarche, and the buds on her chest had also bloomed with spring.

He looked past the dazzling scars on his face and saw his slightly undulating chest, as white as cream, with its round lines hidden under his clothes.

Beautiful, tender and unobstructed.

He then waved, and Li Dequan quickly took a step forward: "Your Majesty?"

He still waved impatiently. At this time, even though Li Dequan had been serving him closely for many years, he was still a little confused. While he was confused, he saw the ragged washerwoman suddenly raised her head and smiled sweetly.

In an instant, the sun shone brightly, and the light was so brilliant that it was almost impossible to open your eyes.

She gradually straightened her body and looked at Xiao Jinyan in front of her.

She remembered this face very clearly.

I still remember that winter day when the palace was destroyed...

It was almost the coldest winter day in her life in her memory. It snowed heavily that day, and the sound of rinsing snow seemed to fall on people's hearts.

There are three layers of gauze curtains hanging in the palace, and the plum blossoms outside the curtains are blooming just right, with a faint cold fragrance that makes people's pulse pulse. But how can anyone in the palace be so thoughtful as to go out to enjoy the plum blossoms in the snow?

In November, Luodu was as cold as the underworld due to the war. In the main hall of the queen's palace, everyone in the harem had gathered here early in the morning.

The maids with sad faces all held several pieces of plain silk in their hands for hanging the beams. They were prepared by Empress Ling last night, one for each of the dignified concubines and women in the palace.

Roujia stood beside her mother, watching her mother assign them one by one. The faces of the women who had received the silk were ashen.

So many beauties, one by one, just withered.

Concubine Xie died, followed by Concubine De, Concubine Zhao, Concubine Yun, Concubine Rong, Concubine Shen, Mrs. Xu, Concubine Jia Zhaorong...Crown Princess Yang, Crown Prince Liangdi Feng...countless familiar faces dimmed, and mournful cries

Blow away in the howling north wind.

Just last night, the palace had received news that Luodu of the Imperial Dynasty had been breached. At this time, the faint sound of fighting in the distance seemed to be cut off at once, and there was a terrible silence everywhere, so quiet that even the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground could be heard
Chapter completed!