Chapter 1 Wedge

After three bangs, the two monks who had been invited to chant sutras couldn't resist their sleepiness and went to rest.

In the entire mourning hall, there were only two strong girls burning paper money.

One of them yawned, picked up the white silk at hand, stood up, and said: "Get up!"

The other threw a wad of paper money into the brazier and stood up.

The night wind blew, and the paper bundles rustled. The snow-white mourning hall seemed empty and inexplicably intrusive.

The two girls didn't even raise their eyelids and walked directly to the unsealed coffin parked in the middle.

Lifting their feet and stepping on the bench holding the coffin, the two of them looked at the person lying in the coffin.

The fair-skinned girl was lying quietly inside. Under the dim candlelight of the mourning hall, her appearance was even more dazzling and lifelike.

"Miss Wen?" one of the girls called.

The girl lying in the coffin opened her eyes and sat up.

It turned out that it was not lifelike, but that the girl in the coffin was originally a living person.

Looking at the person who suddenly sat up in the coffin, the two girls showed no signs of surprise on their faces. One of them smiled and said, "I have wronged you, Miss Wen."

The girl said softly, "Hmm", raised her head and looked around.

The two stout girls couldn't help but pause at this move: the girl sitting in the coffin raised her eyes, her eyes moving. The moving beauty was more alive than when she was asleep just now.

With such a beauty, it’s no wonder that the young master is reluctant to let her go. It’s no wonder that the young master is worried and wants to do everything possible to get rid of her.

The two looked at each other, and one of them stretched out his hand to the girl: "Ms. Wen, please help you get up!"

The girl didn't doubt that he was there and stretched out her hand. The next moment, she said "um" and her expression suddenly changed.

The white silk wrapped around the girl's neck and strangled her back tightly.

The candlelight swayed, stretching the shadows of the three people in the mourning hall to the ground. Two thick girls tightly strangled the girl's neck, and the girl struggled to resist.

The shadow swayed, from struggling to letting go in despair, from a lively beauty to a cold corpse in just a blink of an eye.

The two stout girls probed the girl's neck for a long time, and after confirming that she was indeed dead, they released the cloth and put the girl back into the coffin.

A mourning hall has been set up, so of course there must be dead people. How can one fake dead person be enough?

After finishing all this, the two stout girls walked off the bench and returned to the brazier. They lost their carelessness and threw a large amount of paper money into the brazier with serious expressions.

After doing something bad, I am no longer as fearless as I was just now.

"Don't blame us. If you want to blame, it's only you, the Wen family, who blocked the way of others!" a girl said naggingly.

"How could someone with that status allow the young master to have someone else in his heart?"

"It's also my fault that you, the Wen family, don't know how to appreciate others. If it hadn't been for... well, you wouldn't have been convicted and had your house confiscated. You'd still be complaining that you were unjust and you'd have fallen from a well-behaved wife of a wealthy family to this!"

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I have had this dream countless times. From the beginning, I could only repeat the events in front of me over and over again like a puppet on strings, but gradually I began to be able to control my body when I was about to wake up from the dream.

The two girls, who had their backs turned to her and did not dare to look at her, were chattering away. They did not notice that the girl they had just strangled suddenly opened her eyes and then quietly sat up.

She knew that the dream was coming to an end and there was not much she could do.

The girl thought for a while, stretched out her hand to the coffin, and shook the paper bundle next to the coffin.

The two stout girls, who had not even raised their eyelids at the sound of paper plucking just now, were startled by the sound of shaking paper pricking, and instinctively looked back.

But they saw the girl who was still lying in the coffin sitting up at some point, grinning with her strong white teeth, smiling at them and extending her hand: "Can I help you?"

Two screams pierced the sky above the mourning hall.

Also... woke Wen Mingtang up from her sleep. She yawned and sat up from the bed.

After scaring those two thick girls so badly, she felt refreshed and in a great mood.

I have had this dream countless times. It started when Wen Mingtang, who traveled through time and became eight years old, had it.

At first it only happened once or twice a year, but as the day of leaving the palace approached, it became more and more frequent. It became so frequent that today I am about to leave the palace, and I still had this dream all night long.

Everything seemed like an early warning.

Looking at the increasingly pale sky, Wen Mingtang got out of bed and took out the pile of letters from his bag.

The seven neat letters were written with the six characters "personally addressed to Sister Mingtang" and a seal with the character "leaf" engraved in the lower right corner.

After becoming this Wen Mingtang, she also inherited the scattered memories of the girl before she was eight years old.

Before anything happened to the Wen family and the house was confiscated, the girl had a finger-to-tip marriage with the Ye family of Jinling. Of course, because of her young age, the marriage contract was not signed and it was just a verbal promise.

Later, something happened to the Wen family, and the verbally promised marriage was no longer counted. The Ye family went there in person before Mr. Wen was beheaded, gave him a sumptuous meal for his beheading, and asked Mr. Wen to write it down in his own hand.

The promise that marriage would not count, and the promise written in black and white, completely drew a clear line with the Wen family.

However, the young master of the Ye family who was married to her would send letters every year. Although he did not mention the marriage in the letters, he still remembered a bit of childhood friendship between the lines. The last part

The letter was sent at the end of the new year. He heard that she could leave the palace and invited her to Jinling to see the scenery of Jiangnan.

Wen Mingtang looked at the bronze mirror beside him.

A small face as big as a palm appeared in the bronze mirror. Thick bangs covered most of the face, and also covered most of the girl's unique color.

Wen Mingtang reached out and lifted up his thick bangs.

Without bangs covering her eyebrows, a breathtakingly beautiful face appeared in the bronze mirror.

She frowned, and the beauty in the mirror frowned slightly, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. When she raised her eyes to look in the mirror, she revealed a pair of eyes shaped like peach blossoms. There was water in the eyes, with a bit of wetness, and she lowered her eyes and raised her eyes.

There is water between the eyes, and they are a pair of extremely charming eyes.

Under her eyes, she has a beautiful nose and red lips that are equally beautiful. With her natural snow-skinned black hair, she is so beautiful.

If such a face is displayed in front of everyone and enters the palace, there is no need to leave the palace.

Wen Mingtang put down her heavy bangs and lowered her eyelids: this is how she usually appears when she appears in the Shangshi Palace.

She has a beautiful appearance, but... there are many beauties like this in the palace, and they are not outstanding.

Wen Mingtang didn't look at himself in the bronze mirror anymore, turned around and packed his luggage seriously.

When the dawn drum in the palace was sounded, Wen Mingtang put the three packed bags on his back and opened the door.

Five years! From the time when the late emperor passed away suddenly to the time when the new emperor ascended the throne, she was finally able to leave the palace!

Hello everyone, I’ve opened a new book^-^

The new book is inspired by the two supporting characters in the previous book: the story of the Dali Temple Shaoqing x the gourmet heroine

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Chapter completed!