The beautiful woman only wore a crimson thin dress and stood among the flowers of Manzhushahua. Her shiny black hair was scattered freely and fluttered in the wind.
Her eyes are like a clear spring, and her lips are like delicate peach petals.
She stood there and stretched out the palm of her right hand. Snowflakes fell on her palm and melted quickly...
"I'm afraid this is the last snow this year!" Feeling the coldness in her palms, she twitched the corners of her mouth and sighed coldly.
Such a scene was too fantastic and too beautiful, but it was particularly dazzling when it fell into the eyes of the two women standing on the pavilion in the distance.
"This bitch from Liu Li Feng Ran can actually come back alive!" The woman wearing a floor-length gold flower skirt clutched the silk handkerchief in her hand, with a sinister light shining from her eyes!
"Princess, Jiang Suxi, she is not an ordinary woman!" The woman in white squinted her eyes and looked at the people in the sea of flowers. She was unwilling to accept it, but she also generously admitted that Jiang Suxi was extraordinary.
The woman in the gold-flowered floor-length skirt is none other than Liuli, the fake princess of Yunze who pretends to be Liuli Fengran's sister, and the woman in white is naturally Bai Jiaqian, the princess of Qingping Kingdom.
"I don't see anything unusual about her. What's so praiseworthy about a woman who can't even protect her own child?" Liuli glanced at Jiang Suxi in the distance again and said sarcastically.
"You want to kill her, but you can't!" Bai Jiaqian knew that Liuli had murderous intentions towards Jiang Suxi, turned around, looked at Liuli, and said: "I finally received a secret letter from my father last night. This Jiang Suxi
Xi, not only cannot she be killed, we must also find a way to bring her back!"
"What, you want to bring this woman back to our Qingping country? Are you crazy!" Liuli raised her voice and said in confusion: "Are you sure?"
"It's not wrong!" Bai Jiaqian replied: "Dad said that this is the emperor's will!"
These two women stayed in Prince Shura's palace all day long and knew nothing about the outside world. Naturally, they did not know that the news that Jiang Suxi was a "goddess descended from heaven" had spread to all four countries.
And the saying "whoever wins the goddess wins the world" has gradually been recognized by more and more people. The courts and rivers and lakes of the four countries have begun to focus on Jiang Suxi, just like a hunter staring at his prey.
Their eyes and hearts had various feelings towards Jiang Suxi.
The people are full of awe for "Goddess Suxi". Households in Yuzhou and Chenzhou have begun to worship Jiang Suxi's small statue, and even built temples for her.
Wealthy businessmen and aristocratic families hope that Jiang Suchi can bring them stability and peace, while those who are ambitious are trying every possible means to take Jiang Suxi as their own.
Qing Qiongtian, the emperor of Qingping Kingdom, Feng Xinglie, the new king of Fenglei Kingdom, and even Chu Haotian all had such thoughts.
Jiang Suxi, she is like a mouth-watering delicacy, everyone wants to devour her.
So, at dusk of the second day, the royal palace's decree was sent to Prince Shura's Mansion.
The person who came to announce the decree was still the fair and clean chamberlain. This time, he did not dare to show any arrogance. He did not even dare to stand at the gate of Prince Shura's palace. He just stood on the street and stared at Xiao Xuehua.
, waiting respectfully.
"Miss, the chamberlain has been waiting for more than half an hour." In the dormitory of Shuixie Pavilion, Suqin glanced at the small snowflakes flying outside the window and reminded.
"Make him wait!"
Jiang Suxi said calmly, she was carefully pruning the plum blossom branches with big scissors. The master was very diligent in giving away the white plum blossom branches.
But when will he go down to Wushan Mountain?
She had a lot to say to him. She wanted to ask her master to refine some good medicine for her to keep her healthy so that the next child would not...