Chapter 333 A new generation changes its appearance
Undercurrents surged in the capital city of Daliang, and several political bureaucracies that checked and balanced each other were initially formed, and Mrs. Anguo, who died under gunfire, was gradually forgotten.
Dynasties change, and so do beauties. A country never grows old, but beauty fades. A new generation replaces the old look.
No matter how beautiful a woman is, she will grow old and will eventually be replaced by a new beauty.
No matter how beautiful Ye Wanwan was, she was still a married woman, and she was already dead. The new generation of beauties were more beautiful and charming, so Ye Wanwan would naturally become a thing of the past.
So, Ye Wanwan, a has-been beauty... wore a black brocade dress, a gold jade crown on her head, soap cloud boots on her feet, a folding fan in one hand, and a jade pendant in the other, and she passed away in a very elegant way.
The attire is very good, and it has the air of a romantic young man. Unfortunately, the face is too charming and lacks a bit of heroism, so it always looks a bit awkward.
Ling Que followed her, looking left and right, worried: "Sir, it's almost time for us to go back, otherwise someone will chase us later."
Ye Wanwan tossed the jade pendant in her hand: "After so many days, those who should have been chased have already been chased."
She could not believe that she could survive such a huge explosion, but the fact was that she did not die.
There were so many artillery shells with no direction at all, and they were completely random bombings. Even if she could escape like this, she was really lucky.
It was ridiculous to think about it at the time, and she suddenly had the idea that she would not die, so she gave it a try. Unexpectedly, she actually survived.
Is it a coincidence or...
Looking up at the sky, it has been almost a month since I came out, and I still miss Yan Chen.
It was not difficult for Ye Wanwan to escape from the capital city. What was difficult was that the journey was uneventful.
Ye Wanwan's bombing of Zhao Qin's place was a spur-of-the-moment idea and she didn't want to tell anyone. She knew Yan Chen would be angry, but she didn't expect that in the end he would still protect her and let her go about it, eliminating all the hidden dangers behind her.
Is it because she was so miserable in her previous life that all her luck was reserved for meeting Yan Chen in this life?
'It's ruining you'
A thought suddenly popped up in her heart, and Ye Wanwan covered her heart when she heard the voice again.
Ling Que almost bumped into Ye Wanwan, and seeing that her expression was wrong, he hurriedly asked: "Young master, are you not feeling well?"
Ye Wanwan shook her head: "It's okay."
It's just that her body is a little strange. Ever since she had that dream about her past life, she has often dreamed of some strange things, and some strange thoughts will arise in her heart. It seems like she is her own consciousness, or like another person.
.
And these thoughts are not against her, they are just against thoughts related to Yan Chen. As long as she thinks about Yan Chen's good things, she will always be opposed, but other things will not. The source of everything is Yan Chen, or the past life.
That arrow.
After leaving the palace and living in Qiwu Villa, Ye Wanwan thought she was finally free, but in fact she just moved from one prison to another. Empress Dowager Feng told her clearly about this, as long as she was still alive
There, things in the palace will always bother her.
So she wanted to leave, leave the palace, leave Yan Chen, put those things behind her completely, and never care about them again.
Even if it was Yan Chen, she wanted to leave for the time being until she could think clearly.
She never thought that even after she left Yan Chen, those thoughts would still follow her, becoming more and more intense and clear, as if Yan Chen had to be placed opposite her and become an enemy.
'Always the enemy'
Here it comes again. This was clearly not her idea, but it always popped up in her mind, as if it had split into another person.