People who can implement ideas one by one are worthy of respect.
There are too many people in this world who dream too much and never actually do it.
However, people who can not only implement the ideas they had many years ago, but also realize and succeed one by one, can only be described as terrifying.
If such people are not kind, then this kind of terribleness will be a disaster.
The cold mountain water hit Yuan Yan's face, just like the cold wind after October in the palace of the Northern Wei Dynasty, like a sharp blade cutting thorns.
For her, this feeling was imprinted in her bones.
Her mother, who many people in the Northern Wei Dynasty regarded as the witch who seduced the king, died when she was five years old.
She was actually admitted to the palace at the age of seven.
However, she stood outside the palace of the Empress Dowager of the Northern Wei Dynasty for two full hours before she was finally summoned and was rewarded with a pot of hot tea and a basin of snacks.
Her natural experience is different from ordinary people.
In the years when the powerful people in the Northern Wei Dynasty began to confirm that she was the illegitimate daughter of the late emperor, but the empress dowager's meaning was ambiguous, she knew that her life was always tied by an invisible rope.
Whether the rope is loosened or tightened to lift her up depends solely on the wishes of the emperor and his mother in the palace.
When she was five years old, her mother, who had been imprisoned in a deep house, died of illness.
But at that time, she already knew how to think, who knows whether she will really die of illness.
When she was seven years old, after she actually entered the palace, she stood in the biting cold wind for two hours, but she always remained patient and courteous. For the Empress Dowager of the Northern Wei Dynasty, who had seen countless people, she could at least see her.
's different.
She knows it very well to this day.
To the Empress Dowager and the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, there was no difference between the self back then and the self now.
It doesn't matter whether they are submissive or not. If they are too weak, they can be crushed to death at any time, but the key is whether they can be made to feel different.
Fortunately she is really different.
She is more mature than any practitioner of her age and has more talent for cultivation.
So she was truly favored, and she was even qualified to decide the life and death of King Baosheng.
Although the Empress Dowager of the Northern Wei Dynasty liked King Baosheng's greetings and had a son who could accompany her and tell her what she had learned when she was bored, neither the secretariat nor the emperor would tell her about those boring things.
But she would never like a son without feet, and she would not like such an extremely embarrassing son to come under her knees again.
Out of sight is pure.
So the order she gave to the spiritual mind practitioner who left was to make King Baosheng disappear forever in Meishan.
Over the years, she has learned that if she wants to survive and live a better life, she can only rely on two things.
One thing is to have a better understanding of the temperament of the emperor and the empress dowager of the Northern Wei Dynasty, to understand their true thoughts, and to understand their own propriety.
Another thing is that in a cruel battle, you must be more careful and prepare your retreat more carefully.
Few people would believe that a big shot like her would prepare her own retreat around her route every time she calculated and deduced, no matter how high the calculated success might be.
If there was no such escape route, she would rather wait for the opportunity.
Not far from the woodland where Xi Huiwei and Helan Guanshan fought just now, there is a mountain stream.
The pool at the bottom of the mountain stream is not deep, but the current is very fast. It only goes down for a few dozen feet, and then there is another waterfall, falling into a stream in the forest below.
The drop of the waterfall is more than thirty feet. For most practitioners, according to their normal judgment, if they are not a strong person in the realm of spiritual consciousness, if they rush down the mountain stream from this mountain forest and fall into the pool
The water is then washed into the waterfall and falls into the mountain stream below. The chance of survival should be very small.
However, she knew that she would not die.
Because she had already made preparations when she ordered her subordinates to explore the terrain, turning this place into one of her escape routes.
When her subordinates were explaining combat arrangements and resting together, there would always be several maids by her side, but they would disappear during normal marches. These maids who were also practitioners were not just taking care of her food and daily life, but
He was the one who accepted her will and helped her prepare her way out in advance.
The real faces of two of the maids were even very similar to hers.
From this point on, they can even temporarily replace her identity.
She jumped down the mountain stream.
Many of these thoughts just flashed through her mind while she was in the air.
Then she straightened her body flatly, like a flat brick, hitting the surface of the pool.
There was a muffled sound.
Her face and chest hurt.
Then she plunged into the water and her body hit the bottom, shaking up some sand.
Only this painful way of entering the water could prevent her from being seriously injured. Then she held her breath forcefully and let the water wash her down.
When she was thrown down the waterfall like a piece of floating wood, she forcefully opened her eyes under the impact of countless water drops, then stared down, and quickly adjusted her position in the water.
In just a few breaths, she fell into the water again.
Her body pierced deep into the mountains and rivers like a sharp arrow, and then began to remove her armor.
She moved very quickly, and pieces of armor were separated from her skin, but they were held by a steel wire and were not washed away by the water.
She soon became completely naked, and all her close-fitting clothes and armor were wrapped up by her under the water, then twisted into a ball, stuffed under a big rock, and then pressed down with another stone.
She emerged from the shadow of the forest on one side.
Like a white fish that has taken off its scales, it jumps onto the shore.
Her figure is perfect, without any fat, and her waist is only a little round, but she looks full of a strange sense of strength.
Her skin is also very fair, probably because she ate too much goat's milk when she was a child. Even in the dark places in the mountains and forests, she has a cream-like feeling and shines with fluorescence.
But there were a lot of knife marks and sword marks on her body, which suddenly made her look less kind and more cruel.
She easily saw the maid's mark.
It was a mark that only she knew the meaning of.
She quickly pulled out a suitcase from a pile of seemingly identical twigs and dead leaves.
There is a suit of clothes in the luggage.
These are not the clothes of the Northern Wei Dynasty, but the style of clothes of the Southern Dynasties. They look exactly the same as the clothes of some colleges in the Southern Dynasties.
She did not put on her clothes in a hurry, but took out a bottle of medicated oil from her luggage and quickly and carefully applied it all over her body.
Her skin color quickly turned yellow and was no longer as fair as before.
Her skin was also slightly swollen.
This bloating is only relative to her previous perfect figure. In fact, this bloating is very natural, as if she gained weight instantly.
Then she cut off some hair, chopped it very finely, and threw it into the flowing water behind her.
These tiny hairs will be washed away in an instant, tangled on rocks or dead branches, or carried down the river and carried far away. In short, even a careful practitioner like her should not be able to connect this with her.
together.
She started to dress.
The moment she put on her clothes, those practitioners who had followed her before would no longer be able to recognize her as the eldest princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
She became a girl from the Southern Dynasties.
A girl from the Southern Dynasties with a round face and a slightly chubby face.
(Some people actually say that my Sword Dynasty and Ping Tiance have become routines and characters with facial makeup. I think his conscience must have been eaten by dogs. Although my Sword Dynasty still often uses calm style, although many of my characters are very pretentious, and
In fact, it’s not that I don’t accept criticism, but if you say that my books are all routines and all my books are fake, it would be too wrong to attack an author who strives for change in every book and does not follow routines and resorts to plot contrivances and ambushes.
Right? In other words, if I follow the routine, among all the online books, who dare to say that they don’t follow the routine?)