Chapter 14

Under the leadership of Yu Wenhao, the carriage went straight into the palace gate. Yuan Qingling is not curious about the palace at all. He only saw a deep palace road and mottled red brick palace walls in the slightly raised curtain.

I can't see the distance. Only occasionally there are tall pavilions coming into my eyes, magnificent and magnificent. The glazed tiles touch the sunlight.

The carriage stopped, Yuan Qingling took a deep breath and helped off the carriage with Luya.

The sun shines on the vermilion palace walls, and the golden glazed tiles in the distance reflect dazzling light. She is like a ghost who cannot see the light, subconsciously extending her hand to block the sunlight.

Yuwenhao also got off the horse, and the carriage and horses were tied here, and continued to move forward.

When he arrived outside Xiaoyun Palace, Luya whispered: "Princess, I must not go in, please be careful."

Yuan Qingling knew that Xiaoyun Palace was the temple where the Supreme Emperor lived. Outside, there were already slaves from various mansions standing there. She took a deep breath and followed Yu Wenhao in step by step.

Passing by the lush yard and entering the main hall, there were many people standing in the main hall. Yuan Qingling took a look. They were all dressed in luxurious clothes and looked sad.

Most of these people she recognized were due to the remains of the original owner's memory.

Wearing a green silk dress, with a solemn and heavy face, King Ji Yuwen Jun, the eldest son of Emperor Mingyuan, was thirty years old and born to Concubine Qin. He married the legitimate daughter of Ma Hou as his wife. Ma and Concubine Qin are now standing by his side, with a pair of children.

King Yu and Wen Mok of Wei, King Yu and Wen Du of Sun Yu and Wen An of Zhou were all there, and they all brought their princess and children into the palace.

The princes just nodded slightly and did not talk, and the atmosphere was very calm.

Yuan Qingling felt Yu Wenhao standing beside him suddenly tighten his body, and his eyes changed, and his whole body seemed very stiff and uncomfortable.

Yuan Qingling looked at the door and saw a couple coming in.

The man is about ten years old, with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and upright figure, and a white brocade look extraordinary.

His hands were tightly holding the woman beside him. She was combed with a cloud bun, a green butterfly hairpin, wearing a pomegranate palace skirt made of clouds and satin, and wearing a pair of cloud-patterned pearl satin shoes.

Her face was like a lotus, and the pair of red coral ears on her earlobes swayed with her footsteps, reflecting her eyes and eyes, without losing her complexity and grace.

As soon as she entered the door, she felt that the women in the room were all vulgar fans.

The memories left in Yuan Qingling's mind told her that these two were King Yu and Wen Qing of Qi and Princess Chu Mingcui.

Chu Mingcui is the favorite person of King Yuwenhao of Chu. After Yuwenhao married Yuan Qingling a year ago, she married King Qi as her concubine.

After she entered the door, her eyes met Yu Wenhao, three points clear, three points calm, three points charming, but there was a hint of sadness.

Yu Wenhao's whole body was tense, his breathing was rapid, his eyes moved away with difficulty, swept across Yuan Qingling's face, with resentment and resentment.

Yuan Qingling slowly lowered his eyes.

No one noticed this moment, and even the King of Qi did not notice it. After nodding to the concubines and princes, he stood aside and looked at the curtains in the inner hall.

Yuan Qingling began to feel dizzy, and she tried to calm her mind, but a dizzy came. She subconsciously grabbed Yu Wenhao's hand. Yu Wenhao threw her away without thinking. She staggered and stabilized her hard, but she was extremely embarrassed.

Many people's eyes swept across her face, which was a look of presumptuous and contempt.
Chapter completed!