I am a princess of Xianbei and a princess of Yan. I remember when I was a child, my mother would often sit in the Canghai Pavilion in the imperial garden of the palace and admire the scenery, and I would dance among the flowers, with my white skirt fluttering.
Spreading out slowly, the most beautiful flower bloomed. At this time, the queen mother would always look at me with soft eyes, her charming face was full of a kind smile, and she would gently hug me into the warm fragrance.
In her arms, she gently wiped away the sweat on my forehead with a silk handkerchief. I would wrap my arms around my mother’s waist and act coquettishly in her fragrant arms. My mother would caress my head with a smile.
: "My Danma is so beautiful and outstanding that not even the fairies in the sky can compare with it. I really don't know which man will be so lucky to be favored by our Danma in the future."
Whenever I am full of heart and ready to talk, there is always an annoying voice behind me: "I wonder who is so unlucky that you are relying on me, so I can only burn high incense every day, pray to the Buddha, and ask for help."
So blessed." After finishing his words, he also added a few sighs that seemed to have gone through vicissitudes of life at the right time.
I turned around angrily, and my eldest brother was sitting on the white marble carved railing with a carefree look. His handsome appearance was red-lipped and white-teethed, which really made people and gods angry. At this moment, he was teasing me shamelessly: "You are still a clay Buddha crossing the river. You can't protect yourself.
Let's see how I deal with you." I stood on tiptoe to lift the Qi Luck Kung Fu, and lightly touched the tip of the flower. When I saw that it was good, I stopped it, and hurriedly used the Qing Kung Fu to fly outward. I chased after you even more closely, and finally I was
With a righteous struggle, John was captured in my hands, but he didn't want to let him escape. He escaped safely, and before leaving, he didn't forget to turn around and make a face to challenge me.
I was so angry that I almost vomited blood. I chopped my feet angrily, leaned against my mother, and pulled the queen's shisha sleeves. "Mother, look at John always bullying me. I want to learn how to catch him."
When I was young, I was always happy and short-lived. When I was seventeen, I was already the most famous beauty in Xianbei. My slender figure was reflected in the mirror, a little exotic but very beautiful.
In appearance, her skin is like porcelain, her eyebrows and eyes are like black daisy, her red lips are like blood, her green silk is like silk, as quiet as bamboo, as elegant as chrysanthemum, and as clear as lotus.
Life continued as calm as water, without any disturbances. However, there were some small commotions in the court from time to time, but I didn't take it to heart. Until one day, I saw the mother in such a mess for the first time. On her fair and beautiful cheeks, there was a red smile.
The prints of her palms were clearly printed on it, her face was indescribably pale, and her eyes were so hopeless and empty. For the first time, I felt scared. My mother stared at me blankly, murmuring something to herself, and then tightened her grip.
The queen held me in her arms, but it was also the first time that I felt the coldness of the embrace that once gave me infinite warmth. It made me shiver with coldness. The queen mother stared at me with pity, as if I would disappear if I closed my eyes.
The uneasiness in my heart was about to stir. That day, the sad sunset hit my mother’s leaving figure so desolately and sadly. I seemed to have a premonition that it should be the last face of my mother and me. Suddenly I found that I was even crying.
If I don't come out, I can't vent the desolate fear, but I smile, so beautiful and coquettish, like the blood-soaked Manzhu Shahua blooming at the corner of my mouth. It is also the first time that I have pure love.
Bloodthirsty thoughts and impulses.
Just as I thought, from then on, I never saw my mother and her gentle smile again.
It was night, and the moon hanging far away in the sky dispersed the cold brilliance, pouring sadness all over the place.
I hid under the quilt, my body curled up like a shrimp, and the good memories of the past kept playing in my mind like a movie. The gate was finally blown up, and the torrent of sadness poured out, appearing in a desolate posture.
My face was no longer peaceful, and I finally couldn't help crying. In order to prevent others from noticing, I pulled the quilt with all my strength, forcing myself to cry. Tears flowed down my cheeks.
Two beautiful small streams.
Suddenly, the silk was lifted, and some dazzling moonlight shone through the long eyelashes, reflecting the solidified teardrops, reflecting a tall and blurry figure, and then a hand with slightly calloused fingertips gently wiped it away.
The crystal on my eyelashes clearly saw the handsome man in front of me, the man who was as elegant as a banished immortal. At this time, he was the eldest brother of the Mayan priest, Murong Han. He hugged me tightly, and I looked through his slightly trembling shoulders.
It can be seen that this man is crying, "My mother will never come back, never again. I swear that I will become strong, and I will protect you and will not let you suffer any harm again."
I was so moved that I imitated my mother and patted his back gently, watching him gradually calm down and settle down.
No one can hurt us again, absolutely not.
Three years have passed, and I have shouldered many responsibilities and missions. I know that I am no longer the original Danya, the innocent and romantic Danya who danced among the flowers, and I am no longer the carefree one.
The fight between Wu Di and Han was over, my family and bloodline are both things I cannot choose.
When I saw Han again, he was no longer the impulsive young man he was before. He was very charming in every move and gesture, and his personality was much calmer and colder. There was an indelible sparkle in his narrow Danfeng eyes, and he was full of flamboyance in the past.
He was also gradually restrained, his aura was hidden, and his presence was not even noticeable. I saw many things in him, including myself.
The tall figure blocked the sunlight, and I no longer felt it was dazzling. I looked at him quietly, and I seemed to be able to feel that Gu Yan Murong was rising in a strange posture on his body.
That year, I was twenty years old, and John was twenty-two years old.
I received a new mission and went to the mainland. I kept my name anonymously and committed myself to a brothel. I became famous overnight. Because of my identity, I was just a geisha. If you want to see me, you have to pass three levels, and those strange people
The strangers were even more loyal to me, so no one could ever get what they wanted. Therefore, I was rumored to be a miraculous person. Although I was committed to a brothel, it was the most convenient to collect information. Until one day, the man named An Jin
A strange gesture has broken into my life. My peaceful life is like a wave of lake water with a pebble thrown into it, gradually making waves and rippling. That day, the person who accompanied Xiaojin through the barrier was named Sima Lang.
Evil, when I saw him, my heart trembled suddenly. The man with whom I was sworn brother and sister turned out to be the king of the mainland, the young but most promising emperor on the mainland. When he took advantage of Xiao Jinjiu
When he warned me not to reveal my identity to Xiao Jin when I was drunk, I nodded lightly and agreed. I was even more curious about Xiao Jin. What kind of person was there nearby who could make Sima Rui my confidant? What happened next was even more surprising to me.
, Xiao Jin, who always likes to flirt with others in a pretentious and flirtatious way, is actually a woman, a woman who dresses as a woman and a man, a tolerant and indifferent woman. She is simply the most magical combination in God. She has unique skills and extraordinary literary talent, and sometimes she is like a child.
So naive and innocent, sometimes as indifferent as an old man who has gone through vicissitudes of life, happy but sad.
Is such a woman from this world?
————————My dearest, most adorable Xiaoyan, I love my beauty most.
To be continued, next episode: [Extra: Murong Dan's "Parting and Farewell"].
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Yue Yue’s words: I’m very grateful to Yan Yan for still insisting on writing extra stories for Yue Yue even though she was sick from heat stroke, and she still insists on writing, and there are several other articles. Thank you very much, Yan Yan, I am so moved that I can’t speak.
Come on, I don’t know what to say...
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Off-topic: Yueyue has never published an extra story, not because she forgot, but because Yueyue feels that there are many dissatisfaction points in this article. I revised it carefully during the holiday to make this article better. Therefore, after the holiday revision