The dead leaves on the treetops fell one after another and sprinkled on the loess soil, making them look particularly peaceful.
It's autumn.
It has been more than a month since I came to this place. Time flies by so fast that I can’t even catch it.
She, Yang Xi, was sixteen years old, the orphan daughter of Yang Yi, the general of the Later Yan Dynasty, and the fiancée of Murong Yun, Duke of Sunset, given by the late emperor.
She was just a student who was about to graduate from the Department of Archeology, but when she was mining the tomb of Emperor Wencheng Feng Ba, she was inexplicably chased by tomb robbers to the edge of the cliff. She followed Huo Yu and jumped into the cliff inexplicably. Then she was inexplicably transported into this troubled world! Who the hell?
You'd probably go crazy if something like this happened?
After countless times of going crazy to no avail, she even thought of finding a cliff and jumping off to see if she could return to her era. But when she reached the edge of the cliff, she backed down again. It would kill someone! She had died before.
How could a person die once so easily die a second time?
Besides, what if we go back to modern times? Her parents are divorced, and her only source of support is her cold notebook. Living in that world, she doesn’t have anything.
Every time she dreams back in the middle of the night, she always breaks into a cold sweat. It turns out that she really has nothing. What a sad hindsight. When a person asks himself the meaning of existence but cannot find the answer, who can understand this feeling of powerlessness?
It's just that the Five Hus and Sixteen Kingdoms, an era that has been weathered for more than a thousand years in the 21st century... ugh...
This was the first time she sighed today. After a long sigh, she still had to accept the fact that she had become an ancient person.
Yang Xi (or Yang Xi) twirled the dead leaves falling in her hand, and flicked them with her slender white jade fingers, causing almost invisible dust to fall.
"You said, is this really my home?" Fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots, but where are her roots?
A trace of desolation flashed through my heart.
"Miss, you are the future princess, the mistress of Sunset Palace. Of course, this is your home, miss." Xintong's respectful voice came from behind.
"Really?" He smiled self-deprecatingly, not commenting on her words.
Fate arranged for her to be reborn in this troubled world, and it also gave her a red thread to match her with a future husband. Whether it is a blessing or a curse, who knows?
"Of course it is." Xintong comforted her softly: "Miss, you only feel uneasy about the people around you because you have temporarily lost your memory. I believe that after a while, when the memory of the lady recovers, the lady will not
Don’t worry anymore.”
Recovering memory? I'm afraid it will be difficult. Yang Xi threw away the dead leaves in his hand, looked back at her pretty pink face, moved his lips, and finally said nothing.
After a long while, she said: "Thanks to your care these days, thank you."
When Xintong heard this, she was so frightened that her face turned pale. She bent her knees and knelt down with a thud, "Little... Miss, please forgive me! I... I'm sorry, I have done something wrong."
Wherever you go, I will definitely change it. Miss, please...please spare this slave once, please, miss!"
"What are you doing?" Yang Xi was startled by this sudden change and hurriedly jumped down from the bench to help her. "Get up quickly."
When Xintong saw her coming down, her little face was even more frightened. As soon as she lowered her head, she wanted to knock her head against the hard granite floor. Yang Xi felt anxious and put a pair of jade hands on the floor before her.
, Xintong's forehead hit the back of her hand heavily, and her delicate hand, which was overwhelmed, was immediately red and swollen from the hit.
it hurts!
She held her swollen little hand and almost jumped in pain.
"Little Miss...your...your hands..." Xintong was startled by her actions. She was frightened when she saw that her originally white and tender hands became red and swollen.
She was so overwhelmed that she could not utter a complete sentence except that her body was trembling.
Yang Xi also didn't expect that her body and bones would be so delicate, and her skin that could be broken by a bullet seemed to be unable to withstand the slightest bit of torment. Looking at a pair of palms that had been scratched by the floor, she laughed to herself: "This
Her body is really delicate."
Looking at Xintong again, the latter was still kneeling in fear, with a pair of big frightened eyes staring at her, her face ashen. Faced with this situation, Yang Xi only felt powerless. She shook her head.
He smiled gently and said, "What are you still doing kneeling down? Get up quickly."
This silly girl didn't know how to show off with a gentle force when she wanted to kowtow. If she hadn't been rescued in time and kowtowed with such brute force, her fragile forehead would probably have a bloody hole. A pretty little girl.
, how can you not cherish your body so much?
"Don't kowtow anymore. How important is face to a girl? If you knock your forehead and leave a scar on it, you will have no advantage when choosing a husband."
"This slave will serve the lady all her life and will never have a husband." Xintong said hurriedly.
Yang Xi smiled softly, holding her chin and looking at her. "When a woman reaches her age, she always wants to find a husband. It's just a beautiful idea to never marry."
Although she didn't understand the meaning of "husband", she had a good guess. Xintong looked at her calmly and said, "Miss, I really don't know how to get married. I will only serve the lady and the prince in this life, and I will never have any different intentions."
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Her serious attitude made Yang Xi's heart tremble, and then she remembered that in the costume dramas on TV, those maids and maids who were given as dowry would all belong to the master's husband in the future. In other words, they were very likely to have two daughters.
In addition to them, there will also be countless concubines and lovers. As a prince, Murong Yun must be more lewd and lustful than the average rich man. I am afraid that the entire mansion will not be able to accommodate the concubines.
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Does she really want to marry such a person? Can she really share a man with someone else?