As the capital of Daliang Kingdom, this place is undoubtedly the most prosperous place in the world, with a bustling crowd and endless traffic.
At the feet of the Emperor, there is no shortage of nobles, palace aristocrats, and various wealthy businessmen and local tyrants. Of course, the majority are common people.
The greater the disparity between superiority and inferiority and the large number of people in such a place, there will be all kinds of surprising and amazing events that will make people talk about it and marvel at it.
In the past two months, the most talked about and lamented thing has to be the prime minister marrying a daughter.
Prime Minister Ye is the elder brother of the current Queen Mother and the uncle of the current Holy Emperor. You can imagine how noble the Ye family is.
When it comes to Ye Wanwan, the legitimate daughter of the Ye family, she is truly a rich lady who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She was born into a wealthy family, and she is still a legitimate daughter. She is the apple of the eyes of the Ye family couple, and is doted on by the Queen Mother. She is doted on by thousands of people, and she has no limelight.
Two, this noble lady in the capital is unparalleled.
A lady from a well-known family, well-educated, talented and beautiful, proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, this is already amazing, not to mention she also has a face as beautiful as a pearl.
When I was thirteen years old, I played the role of the Goddess of Flowers, which amazed the whole city. Countless talented people picked up their pens, but they only regretted that they were not talented enough to write about the beauty of the country and the fragrance of heaven.
At that time, everyone was still sighing, how outstanding a man must be to be worthy of this noble daughter of the Ye family. However, just two years later, she was married into the palace as a concubine.
Although I feel regretful, I also feel that it is natural.
Such a beautiful woman who has captivated the country deserves to be worthy of such heavenly wealth and supreme power.
Although she was only a concubine and not the queen of the middle palace, the wedding ceremony was much more spectacular than the original queen.
The dowry from the Ye family alone amounted to 180 sets, and the Queen Mother gave her a hundred more sets. Miss Ye's maternal grandfather's family also added 19 sets, for a total of 299 sets, far more than Leng's original dowry.
The queen enters the palace.
On the day of the wedding, the bride was dressed in red makeup and walked around the city with endless scenery. Even the wedding money sprinkled along the way was golden beans. This level of luxury is simply eye-opening. How can you not make people talk about it?
Even though two months have passed, I still can't forget it. When I meet a stranger who I have never seen with my own eyes, I can't help but vividly describe the grand occasion of that day.
In their imagination, Miss Ye's family should be extremely happy when she marries into the palace, pampered by the Queen Mother, and loved by her husband, the Emperor. She is the beautiful girl hidden in the golden house, loved by thousands, and supremely noble. Who knows?
Don’t people envy you?
Imperial Palace, Guanju Palace
A gorgeous palace with white jade walls, gold water-splash paintings, carved beams and painted buildings. It is magnificent, with soft cashmere floors, gold silk gauze as curtains, curtains with pearls from the East China Sea, gold cups and jade lamps. It is extremely luxurious.
The only thing that was inconsistent with this place was the strong and nauseating smell of medicine. The smell of various medicinal materials was mixed together, and it was also mixed with a fishy smell like blood.
"Clang!"
A jade cup was knocked over and shattered into pieces, and the decoction was spilled all over the floor.
The old nanny stood next to the couch and said earnestly: "Your Majesty, this is the recipe that the Queen Mother spent a lot of money to get. I know you are angry, but why bother with yourself?"
"You are still young, take good care of yourself, and everything will be fine."
A woman dressed in white is leaning against a pillow, with green silk flowing out like silk. Her body is weak and slender, and her skin is like fine white porcelain. Unfortunately, she is abnormally pale due to illness.
Her pale face and bloodless lips seemed to be about to pass away, but even with such a lifeless look, it could be seen that she had a good appearance, a beautiful oval face, picturesque eyebrows, and a jade-like nose, as if she had been pinched by the gods.
The fairy daughter forgot to dye it.
Even though this picture is morbid, it is also very beautiful. I feel pity for it when I see it.
The grandma on the side ordered people to clean up the things on the floor quickly, and asked people to cook a bowl again. However, she didn't notice that the impatience in the eyes of the sweet girl sitting there had been replaced by a look of anger.
replace.
The dark eyes were like a bottomless abyss, with boundless resentment and hostility surging, and a faint bloodthirsty red.
After giving the order, the mama turned around and wanted to persuade her a few words, but before she could speak, the imperial concubine glanced over with a cold look: "Get out!"
The cold word was like an ice pick and an iron nail, which made Grandma feel cold in her heart and she immediately stopped speaking.
"Old slave, it's better to go see the medicine in person."
The noisy flies finally left. Ye Wanwan looked at her hands. Her fingers were green and slender. Apart from being a little thin, there were no flaws at all. It was really nice.
She stood up and walked towards the inner hall, her clothes peeling off one by one. When she walked in front of the huge bronze mirror, she was no longer naked.
She carefully looked at every inch of her skin. It was so good. There were no knife wounds, no marks, and none of those ugly scars that could not be removed.
Even her appearance is perfect.
Tears fell from my eyes without warning. Is this a dream? Why is it so real?
She is a person, a living person, and she is no longer the indifferent person she once was.
He's obviously not dead, but he looks more like a ghost than a ghost.
"Empress!" The palace maid suddenly saw this scene and exclaimed. She was so frightened that she quickly found clothes and put them on Ye Wanwan.
"What are you doing? My wife is already weak. If she catches the cold again, it will be fatal."
After putting on clothes one by one and wrapping herself in a thick fox fur jacket, Ye Wanwan felt her hands feel cold and quickly stuffed a Tangbaozi into her hands.
You must know that it is already May, and the palace maids are only wearing two single pieces of clothing, but Ye Wanwan is wrapped up as if she is spending the cold winter months.
She originally had a healthy body, but two months ago, the Queen Mother personally gave her a bowl of Juezi soup, which was so cold that it almost killed her.
Even on her wedding day, she had to drink three bowls of ginseng soup to keep from fainting. Otherwise, she would have been sent to the coffin directly after all the etiquette.
God sent her back, but it was still two months late.
Wedding, Juezi Tang, the origin of all her pain...
The Queen Mother, Father, Zhao Yi, Leng Yunqing...
"Hahaha...hahaha..."
Ye Wanwan wanted to laugh, and she did. She looked up to the sky and smiled, but her tears fell even more violently.
She covered her face, but she couldn't cover up the overflowing resentment and grievance, as well as the endless killing intent.
If she were reborn before the wedding and everything had not started, she would still be just the delicate girl of the Ye family who didn't know anything about the world. Maybe she would have a trace of mercy, but it's a pity... God didn't give her a chance.
If it happens again, they are still vicious to her first, then don't blame her... Send them one by one to hell, it's not death, it's so easy to die, you can't live but can't die, watch everything about yourself disappear, and you can't be proud.
To be broken and all thoughts turned to ashes would be much more painful than death, a living...purgatory on earth.
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"Empress, what's wrong with you?"
"Empress?"
Ye Wanwan was called back to her senses and realized that she had been possessed by demons just now. Those demons had become her inner demons.
Looking at the palace maid in front of me, I was stunned for a moment before I remembered her name.
"Qing Sha." The personal palace maid who had served her since childhood died in a conspiracy five years after entering the palace and was beaten to death in front of her.
Qing Sha: "My dear, your voice has become mute. I made you some ginseng tea."
Ye Wanwan took the ginseng tea and took a sip. The taste of century-old ginseng could really boost her energy. She put down the teacup and said, "Gress me up."
Qingsha was a little surprised, and then immediately replied: "I obey, my slave."
The imperial concubine is still very happy when she is willing to dress up, which proves that the empress is finally no longer depressed, which is a good thing.
Hong Shang, another personal maid on the side, also came over to help: "I will comb your hair for you."
One person combs his hair and another person puts on makeup.
In a daze, Ye Wanwan remembered that Hongshang was the daughter of the Queen Mother's nanny Li. Because the Queen Mother loved her, she gave her a confidant's daughter to be her personal maid.
I especially remember that she was falsely accused of killing the prince, but the queen mother failed to save her, but fished Hongshang out. She hardly suffered any harm, and even lived a very comfortable life, and everyone looked up to her.
A mere maid is actually more important than her life and death.
Ye Wanwan looked at the hairpin in front of her, with anger and murderous intent rising in her heart. The end was sharp and thin, and it would definitely look good if it pierced Hongshang's neck...
Qingsha's hands were very skillful and she finished the makeup quickly. The shades were moderate and she looked rosy and energetic, which was just right.
Ye Wanwan herself is extremely beautiful. This added complexion makes her instantly charming, like a flower that has just bloomed, attracting people to pick it up.
Unfortunately, this is not what Ye Wanwan wants.
His eyes swept over and landed on the reddest piece of lipstick. He took it and sipped it hard. His lips were instantly red as blood.
This light make-up paired with the red color of this drop of blood is obviously a bit jarring. In addition, Ye Wanwan is only fifteen now, so she is too young to support such a bright color.
Just as Qingsha was about to persuade, Ye Wanwan raised her eyes and slowly raised the corners of her lips, her evil charm charming all living beings.
Qing Sha naturally knew Ye Wanwan's beauty very well. She was delicate and childish, and her stunning beauty was really not suitable for such a mature makeup, but now...this makeup was actually suppressed.
Suddenly catching a glimpse of something, Qingsha brought the pill, took Ye Wanwan's hand, and carefully painted her nails.
The long and slender fingers complement the bright color best.
Ye Wanwan looked at her hand. It looked good, but she always felt that something was missing.
"Didn't my brother give you a fan? Bring it to me."
Qingsha: "My slave, go and get it right now."
Hongshang finally put her hair up and decorated it with gold hairpins: "Your Majesty, it's done, but you want to see the Queen Mother? At the beginning of this day, the Empress invited a palace concubine to listen to a play at Lan Yue Tower. If the Empress doesn't want to see them,
You can go through Feixiandai."
Ye Wanwan narrowed her eyes and sneered: "There is no place in this harem that I cannot go to. They are the only ones who avoid me. How can I let me avoid them?"
Qingsha brought the fan over, and Ye Wanwan took it, flicked it gently, and unfolded the fan, revealing a faint blue phoenix leaping in front of her eyes. This color is extremely beautiful.
The Queen of the Central Palace, Leng Yunqing, I am so... so happy to see you again!