He doesn't like women - Hearing the sound, Princess Minghuang, who was sitting in the carriage, lightly twisted her sleeves with her fingertips, her eyes flickering slightly, showing some kind of throbbing color.
In terms of appearance and beauty, Princess Minghuang is not as good as Linglong, nor can she compare to other women from the Elf tribe.
Those Immortal Gods would appreciate beauty to some extent. On this point, Princess Minghuang tried her best to hide her inferiority complex.
The presence of the gods of war made Princess Minghuang's heart flutter.
Since he doesn't like women, he will not be an ordinary person, let alone be seduced by that group of fairies.
What's more, the God of War in the Heavens is the only person in the Immortal Realm who has two major titles. In addition to the title of the Heavens, he was also named General Pingxi.
Princess Minghuang suddenly became excited and a little excited.
Linglong looked at Princess Minghuang indifferently, no longer crying with joy, but she raised her bright red lips, and there was a sharp light in her eyes.
Since childhood, as the younger sister of Emperor Ming, she has never competed with Emperor Ming for anything. Whether it is jewelry or her father's love, as long as it is what Princess Ming wants, Linglong will not fight for it.
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But after ten years, Linglong has finally seen clearly the character of Princess Minghuang.
This sanctimonious sister plotted against her step by step, causing her to lose her lover, causing her to be depressed for ten years, and even wanted her life.
Linglong held the seventh princess's hand and placed it gently on her cheek.
Seeing this, the seventh princess couldn't help but soften her heart, which was originally hard.
"Linglong, I owe you these years for my mother."
The Seventh Princess said.
Linglong's eyes were reddish, and her eyes were full of tears. She looked gentle and pitiful, "What do you mean by what my mother-in-law said? For so many years, my mother-in-law has been thinking about Linglong. It was Linglong who walked in in the past.
In a dead end, no one knows the kindness of mother and concubine.
What's the difference between me like this and a white-eyed wolf? The mother-in-law has worked hard for Linglong's future..." In the past, although Linglong had a gentle temperament, she had a strong heart. She would never say such things, and she looked at the seventh princess with the same look in her eyes.
Unable to hide resentment.
Now Linglong's soft words made the Seventh Princess recall Linglong's childhood.
At that time, Linglong's first paintings were all of the seventh princess.
The princess held the little Linglong on her lap, stroked the fallen leaves from her hair, and asked with a smile: "Why does Linglong like to paint?"
Xiao Linglong wiped her ink-covered hands on the handkerchief, then wrapped them around the Seventh Princess's neck, grinning broadly and brightly: "The mother-in-law is beautiful, Linglong wants to draw her beauty so that she can
The world will always remember the beauty of mother-in-law."
The seventh princess was so amused by her that she kept laughing.
Later, the domestic slave died in a mass grave, and Linglong was devastated.
Three years later, the seventh princess thought of this and locked the haggard Linglong in the palace and forced her to paint.
She lay down on the imperial concubine's couch and let Linglong paint.
Linglong held the paintbrush, looked at her, and continued painting step by step.
After a long time, the seventh princess got up and walked away. When she saw the painting, her expression suddenly changed and she became furious.
There is no splendid palace in the painting, nor is there a queen's couch covered with fox fur, nor is there a peerless and alluring lady.
black.
Like the night that cannot be turned away, the abyss where hundreds of ghosts roar.
It was a mass grave, with evil wolves gnawing at the bones of lovers, and blood flowing on the corpses of wild ghosts.
The light of the bright moon is very faint, spreading like a thin veil of clear water.
The Seventh Princess took the painting away, tore it into pieces, opened her teeth and claws, glared at Linglong angrily, and asked sternly: "Linglong, is this the way your mother looks in your heart?"
"Concubine, have you ever been to a mass grave?"
His exquisite eyebrows were stained with sadness, and his smile was extremely bitter.
"It's cold out there."
"There are wild wolves gnawing at the carrion, and there are many imps surrounding it."
"I burned many quilts for him, but I think he will still be cold on the road to Huangquan."
"Concubine, what should I do?
I can never love anyone else except him."
"The world without him would be full of mass graves. What's the difference between every place and the cold abyss?"
"..." She lowered her eyes, like a walking corpse.
The seventh princess half-squinted her eyes and said angrily: "Even if he doesn't die, marrying him is the real abyss. Mother and concubine are doing it for your own good."
Linglong suddenly raised her head, "No, no, that's the abyss in your eyes, but it's the warmth of spring in Linglong's heart."
Snap - the Seventh Princess slapped her down with no mercy.
Linglong was beaten so hard that she turned her face sideways and vomited blood.
She fell to the ground and covered her face. She saw the scraps of paper on the ground and picked them up one by one to protect her chest.
The seventh princess locked Linglong in confinement for half a year. If Linglong refused to paint her mother's appearance, she would not release Linglong.
Linglong has been painting for half a year.
Half a year later, the seventh princess walked into the palace, as if she had arrived in the underworld.
She saw dark-toned paintings on the walls and floor, which depressed people's mood.
The Seventh Princess gave up, and with the persuasion of Xuanyuan Chen and the Seventh Palace King, Linglong was released.
From then on, the seventh princess was heartbroken, extremely disappointed, and no longer loved her daughter.
In the streets of Shenyue City, inside the rickety carriage, Linglong took out a scroll from the space treasure and handed it to the seventh princess.
"Mother concubine."
The Seventh Princess was slightly stunned when she received the scroll, and even Emperor Ming on one side was stunned.
Emperor Ming's face was as pale as paper, and his heart trembled suddenly. Thinking of the paintings in the scroll, Princess Ming's wife panicked.
"Is this for the mother-in-law?"
The Seventh Princess asked.
Linglong nodded, "Concubine, open it and take a look."
The seventh princess swallowed, then slowly opened the scroll, slightly startled.
The flowers blooming in the painting seem to penetrate the paper and feel the spring breeze.
On the mountain road, beautiful exotic flowers are blooming.
Wearing a red shirt, she walks lightly, smiles on her face, and holds a gentle little girl in her hand.
When the Seventh Princess saw this, her eyes suddenly turned red, and the memories that were about to become blurry were still vivid in her mind, filling her mind.
On the Prayer Festival that year, she took Xiao Linglong up the mountain to pray for blessings.
She asked: Linglong, can you tell your mother and concubine who you are praying for?
Xiao Linglong: Pray for my mother and concubine, may she have a long life and good luck.
The second is to pray for the common people in the world, wishing that the country and the people are safe and the weather is smooth; the third is to pray for Linglong, wishing that I can find a right husband.
When the seventh princess heard the child counting out his wishes, she laughed: "Silly boy, you can only have one wish, choose one out of three, do you understand?"
Xiao Linglong raised her head and looked at her, "Then let's forget about the last two and just go with the first one. I hope my mother and concubine are well."
Those beautiful pictures were dusted by her at some point.
Now it was coming like a tidal wave, and the seventh princess' heart twitched when she thought of what she had done to Linglong out of disappointment in the past ten years.
Linglong and Minghuang both had flesh on their palms and backs. How could they forget Linglong's goodness unless they were so disappointed?
"Linglong..." The seventh princess shed tears and choked with sadness.