In the Imperial Capital of Dongheng, everything is silent at midnight.
The door of Prince Yun's Mansion slowly opened. Butler Zhou Yi and two young men stepped on the ladder and quickly removed the glazed palace lanterns on both sides of the plaque and replaced them with two plain white lanterns...
At the same time, the Bamboo Garden in the southeast corner of the palace was decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and the main room was surprisingly quiet. A pair of dragon and phoenix wedding candles illuminated the bright red curtains.
Princess Yan Mingruo of Qinghuang of Nanrong, with her phoenix crown and rosy pearls on her head, was thrown on the couch with five flowers tied up. She opened her eyes and looked at the tent in a daze, her tears were like broken beads, one after another falling down her cheeks and into the back of her neck.
, a wet and cool place.
The sound of kicking footsteps came closer and closer, and the door creaked open.
As if sensing the approaching danger, the cowardly Princess Qinghuang shrank her pupils, trembled, bit her red lips and did not dare to make a sound.
"Eunuch Zhang, would you like to bring a soft chair over?" a young eunuch asked.
Zhang Jinliang's high-pitched voice sounded like he was scratching porcelain with his fingernails: "There is no time to use a soft chair. The prince is in a coffin. Hurry and carry him over..."
Princess Qinghuang was carried on the shoulders of the powerful eunuch. With eyes filled with fear and unwillingness, Princess Qinghuang began to struggle desperately and shouted: "Let go...I am the princess of Nanrong...you can't..."
"Go away, princess, we are sending you on your way!" Zhang Jinliang grabbed the porcelain pillow on the couch and hit Princess Qinghuang hard on the back of her head, causing Princess Qinghuang to become silent instantly.
"Your Majesty the Imperial Master said that you must not miss the right moment, and move more swiftly!" Zhang Jinliang's high-pitched voice rose a few octaves more, "Kneel down and bid farewell to the prince and princess."
All the servants and retainers of the house knelt down and watched the majestic procession of supporting the spirits silently walking through the streets of the imperial city at midnight. Only the uniform footsteps of the soldiers could be heard, which gave people an indescribable feeling of solemnity.
The tallest building in Donghuan Imperial City is a towering pavilion named Lanyue Tower.
A tall and thin figure stood on the large platform, his blue and white robes were fluttering in the night wind, and his sleeves were flying as if they would fly away at any moment.
A stream of light streaked across the sky and fell into the Meili Mountain in the northeast of the imperial city. After that, the stars of Ziweiyuan, which had been dim for several months, brightened.
A ripple appeared in the calm eyes of the man in white, and then returned to calm.
Mingruo gradually regained consciousness, and the last thing he remembered was that he was pushed into a blazing sea of fire by the experimental assistant. The flames licked his skin and caused sharp pain. It seemed that he could still smell the burning flesh.
"Doctor Ming, I have worked hard for you for two years, just die for me!"
"Ah..." Mingruo screamed, her vision went dark, and there was a dull pain in the back of her head.
She is the heir to a family of occult doctors. She was caught by her grandfather memorizing "The Sincerity of Great Doctors" at the age of three. She became a prestigious "old Chinese doctor" at the age of twelve.
Because he was oppressed by Chinese medicine since he was a child, he rebelliously chose surgery as a major in college. He was able to complete major surgical operations while in graduate school and was known as a gold medal surgeon with "angel hands".
Mingruo is gifted in medicine and was sent to country M by the medical school to participate in the PSK scientific research project, which aims to explore how to combine a doctor's superb medical skills with a powerful medical system to create an all-purpose medical team for the space station staff.
Provide medical coverage.
Mingruo passed various assessments and obtained the qualification to go to the space station for clinical practice.
The night before departure, I suddenly received a call from the experimental assistant, saying that there was an urgent task that required Mingruo to leave immediately.
Having worked at the institute for two years, she is no stranger to performing emergency missions. She has provided medical assistance to various emergencies, and has even been to pristine forests and battlefields filled with artillery fire.
Looking back, Mingruo only remembered getting into the experimental assistant's car...and then the moment of clarity after being pushed into the sea of fire and burned by her.
Obviously, he was plotted by the experimental assistant, but the funny thing is that he didn't know the reason why she killed him until his death.
All kinds of unfamiliar memory fragments shuttled through the mind, which not only made people dizzy, but also made the headache worse——
The third prince of Donghuan married Princess Qinghuang of Nanrong. It was a good marriage between the two countries, but the wedding procession was hit by floods and a broken bridge ruined the wedding. When they arrived at the imperial capital, they had to wait for Donghuan to choose an auspicious date to get married.
The female official in the third prince's palace brought supplements to the post house to comfort her. The female official returned to report that Princess Qinghuang was ugly... The third prince flatly refused to marry, and Princess Qinghuang could only stay in the post house in a dilemma...
Seven days later, an imperial edict from the King of Donghuan came from the palace, betrothal Princess Qinghuang of Nanrong to Prince Yun.
In the eyes of outsiders, this is definitely a better marriage than marrying the third prince - Prince Yun is the only first-class prince in Donghuan. He has a large army and has made great achievements in battle. Even the emperor has to avoid his edge.
However, only a few people knew that Prince Yun's heart disease had relapsed, and he was already desperate.
On the wedding day, the entrance of Prince Yun's palace was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. Princess Qinghuang Shili Hongzhuang was carried into the palace from the main entrance. The door of the palace was closed with a bang, and the palace was solemn, not even a single guest was present.
According to legend in the aristocratic circles of the imperial city - Emperor Danxu felt sorry for his youngest brother and hurriedly married a princess for him. Some people also speculated that Prince Yun was afraid that he was going to die, and the wedding was just a pretense, and that the princess was only married to him.
Burial.
After all, the Donghuan royal family has a funeral system, and Prince Yun has no wives or concubines...
Mingruo suddenly felt that Princess Qinghuang was more miserable than herself. Wait, all this information was in her head... Couldn't she be so unlucky?
Mingruo stood up slowly, looked down and saw the fiery red wedding dress on her body. She stretched out her hand in front of her, wearing a ruby ring on her soft white fingers, and her nails were dyed with bright red kodan.
Due to professional reasons, she never does manicure. These hands are not hers, but she can control them...
Is God playing tricks on her? Has she traveled through time?
Well, time travel means time travel, and even time travel into the body of a buried princess.
Did God spend so much effort to let her die again in another time and space, or to let her know that there are many miserable people in this world, and she is not the only one?
No matter which one it is, there is no way to comfort her injured heart, okay?
Mingruo took off the heavy phoenix crown on her head and threw it aside, lifted the gauze curtain and got off the bed.
This place looks like a bedroom. The furniture is very exquisite. There are fist-sized luminous pearls hanging in the four corners of the room. The light is not very good, but it does not affect the vision.
Thinking that the body of the Ninth Princess that she had 'recruited' was rejected because she was too ugly, Ming Ruo walked straight to the dressing table.
She is a face-controller, so she must not be so ugly that she dislikes it!
Ming Ruo picked up the diamond-shaped mirror on the dressing table, closed her eyes and secretly encouraged herself. She still had some attainments in the 'makeup art', one of the 'four major black arts'. As long as her foundation was not too bad, she could still save it...
?
Mingruo took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
"Ah...ah...ah...ghost!"
The mirror in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. Mingruo touched his chest, and the dead would be scared to death, okay?
Mingruo knelt down and picked up the mirror on the floor. Who put the makeup on her?
There were two lumps of pink rouge on the sallow cheeks, thick crayon Shin-chan eyebrows, and the most terrifying thing was the bloody gaping mouth made of bright lipstick. It was really impossible to look straight at it.
