Seeing Shi Junyi take Yuan Shao away with his own eyes, Yu Ling seemed to have been drained from his whole body and fell to the ground. The silver hairpin in his hand also fell down with a clang.
The noise and cries in my ears became louder. The palace people scattered one after another, and they all escaped and calmed down. They looked up and found that only the close maid Baozhu was still loyally guarding her side, looking at her with tears in her eyes.
Yu Ling wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, walked slowly to the dressing table and sat down, and made a garment in front of the bronze mirror. Suddenly, she smiled and said to Baozhu: Go and take out the white marmoset feather dress at the bottom of my closet.
Although Baozhu wondered why the master was still in the mood to dress up at this time, he still helped her take out the clothes as he said.
It was an extremely luxurious and exquisite dress, woven with rare white shaved yarn. The collar cuffs and skirt were inlaid with flawless peacock down feathers, and dozens of thick and sharp east bead chains draped between the waist. This was Yu Ling's mother, Princess Furou, when she got married. According to the customs of the Yuan and Wei royal family, the mother's wedding dress was to be passed on to her daughter. Yu Ling has always treasured this mother's only relic. When she was a girl, she also hoped that one day she could wear it to her beloved man.
Unfortunately, this beautiful wish will never be realized? Yu Ling smiled sadly, then wear it and go to another world gracefully and beautifully
Under the service of Baozhu, Yu Ling carefully dressed up, rolled up like clouds, carefully tracing her eyebrows from distant mountains, faintly showing her pink cheeks, and gently licking her crimson lips, and finally a green golden phoenix hairpin was inserted diagonally on her temples.
The makeup was made up, Yu Ling looked at herself in the mirror, the person in the mirror was gorgeous and unparalleled. She smiled with satisfaction. She was the proud daughter of heaven. Even if she died, she would die. She was noble and beautiful.
The princess was so beautiful today... Baozhu finished her makeup and exclaimed while crying
Thank you, Baozhu, you can leave too. Yu Lingdao, Baozhu is still waiting for debate, but Yu Ling firmly ordered her to leave. Baozhu couldn't resist her and could only leave Bixiao Palace with tears in her eyes
Gradually, the noise outside the palace became less and Yu Lingying stood up, picked up the burning torch from the brazier, burning cloth curtains, bed sheets and other items one by one, watching the beating flames swallowing the familiar room.
In the sky, she slowly climbed up the stairs and walked step by step towards the highest platform at Bixiao Palace. The white feathered dress behind her was winding on the ground, which set off her graceful figure before being swallowed by the fire. She wanted to take a look at the palace where she was born and raised here.
Finally, Yu Ling stood at the highest point of Bixiao Palace. Downstairs were soldiers with black clouds as black as the city. Suddenly, the soldiers in the middle army retreated like a tide. Under the flag of the National War embroidered with golden vultures, a noble man wearing a purple gold crown and a purple armor surrounded him with majestic straddle on a horse with pure black fur. His facial features as jade carvings, his thick eyebrows flew into his temples. His narrow phoenix eyes were deep and sharp, and he looked like a dragon-shaped phoenix-shaped look.
Under the reflection of the fire in the sky, the man's face was still vaguely familiar. Yu Ling carefully identified it and couldn't help but change his expression suddenly.
Isn’t this Lan Qingwen, the personal guard next to Lou Zhentao?
However, this luxurious outfit and the aura of dominating the world are clearly only available to the emperor!
Lan Qingwen, Lan Qingwen...Isn't it Yuwen Qinglan the opposite?
If the person in front of him is Emperor Yuwen Qinglan of BeiYàn, then all the unreasonable explanation will be explained
In the midst of lightning, Yu Ling's mind flashed rapidly with fragments that seemed to be unrelated...
Ten years ago, Lou Zhentao, an orphan who claimed that his parents had both died, joined her father Dugu Yu...
Eight years ago, Emperor Yuwen Qinglan and Wang Huanzhi formed a counter-espionage plan, which made Emperor Jing of Wei suspicious of Dugu Yu's treason, destroyed the nine Dugu clans, Yuan Wei cut off his arms, and lost the most powerful general to resist Yàn...
Half a year ago, when Qingyuan Temple was leaving, Lou Zhentao asked, if he had something to deceive her, would she blame him?
Seven days ago, Lou Zhentao was appointed as a general and led 200,000 troops to guard Yanmen Pass under the order. The army reported everything was as usual, but the Yàn army quietly crossed Yanmen Pass and rushed into Luoyang without knowing it...
The fragmented memory fragments gradually pieced together a complete picture in my mind, and a shocking conspiracy that had been carefully planned for ten years suddenly became clear!
So that's it! Yu Ling suddenly realized, and her huge anger made her tremble violently. She was determined to die, but now she suddenly changed her mind. She smiled coldly and walked towards the edge of the platform.
Yuwen Qinglan rode a horse and stopped in front of Bixiao Palace. The reason why he rushed to Bixiao Palace was because he received a tip that the last place where Prince Yuan Shao appeared was, but at this moment his eyes were completely attracted by the independent and charming woman on the platform.
It was a peerless style that was difficult to describe with ink. She was wearing a white feathered dress that was as elegant as a cloud. Her clothes flew gracefully, standing in the flames soaring into the sky, like a fairy in the moon palace who had accidentally entered the mortal world.
At this moment, the sky was about to be bright, and the faint dawn was shining on her beautiful face, as if she felt the man's burning gaze, and the colorful ink-colored eyes gently flowed, deeply locking the noble man. Then, her cherry lips slightly opened, and she burst out with a sad and charming smile.
In an instant, the noisy army fell silent. The soldiers were all staring at the stunning beauty of the country on the platform. They were fascinated by her smiles of the upside down.
Yu Ling smiled silently, her beautiful eyes stared at Yuwen Qinglan for a moment. Suddenly she ran to the edge of the platform, jumped straight down in the air. Her long white skirt spread out, like a white phoenix flying with wings spreading.
The crowds watching from the high platform burst into screams. Yuwen Qinglan couldn't think too much, and she was so angry that she sank the Dantian, her legs slammed the stirrups, and her whole body soared into the air like a goshawk, steadily caught the beauty like a phoenix bird that was falling in the air.
In the dizziness of falling weightlessness, Yu Ling was suddenly hugged by a pair of strong and powerful arms as strong as iron. The strange man's aura suddenly drowned her. Her heart was like a drum, and she suddenly raised her head and bumped into a pair of dazzling but cold eyes like amber. For a moment, the world was silent and everything was fading...
At this time, Yuwen Zhentao, who was stained with blood in the battle robe, rushed to Bixiao Palace anxiously, but only saw the woman who was dreaming of her, jumping off the platform with a sad smile, like a white phoenix born from the fire, throwing into the arms of his emperor brother Yuwen Qinglan...
The noise and cries in my ears became louder. The palace people scattered one after another, and they all escaped and calmed down. They looked up and found that only the close maid Baozhu was still loyally guarding her side, looking at her with tears in her eyes.
Yu Ling wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, walked slowly to the dressing table and sat down, and made a garment in front of the bronze mirror. Suddenly, she smiled and said to Baozhu: Go and take out the white marmoset feather dress at the bottom of my closet.
Although Baozhu wondered why the master was still in the mood to dress up at this time, he still helped her take out the clothes as he said.
It was an extremely luxurious and exquisite dress, woven with rare white shaved yarn. The collar cuffs and skirt were inlaid with flawless peacock down feathers, and dozens of thick and sharp east bead chains draped between the waist. This was Yu Ling's mother, Princess Furou, when she got married. According to the customs of the Yuan and Wei royal family, the mother's wedding dress was to be passed on to her daughter. Yu Ling has always treasured this mother's only relic. When she was a girl, she also hoped that one day she could wear it to her beloved man.
Unfortunately, this beautiful wish will never be realized? Yu Ling smiled sadly, then wear it and go to another world gracefully and beautifully
Under the service of Baozhu, Yu Ling carefully dressed up, rolled up like clouds, carefully tracing her eyebrows from distant mountains, faintly showing her pink cheeks, and gently licking her crimson lips, and finally a green golden phoenix hairpin was inserted diagonally on her temples.
The makeup was made up, Yu Ling looked at herself in the mirror, the person in the mirror was gorgeous and unparalleled. She smiled with satisfaction. She was the proud daughter of heaven. Even if she died, she would die. She was noble and beautiful.
The princess was so beautiful today... Baozhu finished her makeup and exclaimed while crying
Thank you, Baozhu, you can leave too. Yu Lingdao, Baozhu is still waiting for debate, but Yu Ling firmly ordered her to leave. Baozhu couldn't resist her and could only leave Bixiao Palace with tears in her eyes
Gradually, the noise outside the palace became less and Yu Lingying stood up, picked up the burning torch from the brazier, burning cloth curtains, bed sheets and other items one by one, watching the beating flames swallowing the familiar room.
In the sky, she slowly climbed up the stairs and walked step by step towards the highest platform at Bixiao Palace. The white feathered dress behind her was winding on the ground, which set off her graceful figure before being swallowed by the fire. She wanted to take a look at the palace where she was born and raised here.
Finally, Yu Ling stood at the highest point of Bixiao Palace. Downstairs were soldiers with black clouds as black as the city. Suddenly, the soldiers in the middle army retreated like a tide. Under the flag of the National War embroidered with golden vultures, a noble man wearing a purple gold crown and a purple armor surrounded him with majestic straddle on a horse with pure black fur. His facial features as jade carvings, his thick eyebrows flew into his temples. His narrow phoenix eyes were deep and sharp, and he looked like a dragon-shaped phoenix-shaped look.
Under the reflection of the fire in the sky, the man's face was still vaguely familiar. Yu Ling carefully identified it and couldn't help but change his expression suddenly.
Isn’t this Lan Qingwen, the personal guard next to Lou Zhentao?
However, this luxurious outfit and the aura of dominating the world are clearly only available to the emperor!
Lan Qingwen, Lan Qingwen...Isn't it Yuwen Qinglan the opposite?
If the person in front of him is Emperor Yuwen Qinglan of BeiYàn, then all the unreasonable explanation will be explained
In the midst of lightning, Yu Ling's mind flashed rapidly with fragments that seemed to be unrelated...
Ten years ago, Lou Zhentao, an orphan who claimed that his parents had both died, joined her father Dugu Yu...
Eight years ago, Emperor Yuwen Qinglan and Wang Huanzhi formed a counter-espionage plan, which made Emperor Jing of Wei suspicious of Dugu Yu's treason, destroyed the nine Dugu clans, Yuan Wei cut off his arms, and lost the most powerful general to resist Yàn...
Half a year ago, when Qingyuan Temple was leaving, Lou Zhentao asked, if he had something to deceive her, would she blame him?
Seven days ago, Lou Zhentao was appointed as a general and led 200,000 troops to guard Yanmen Pass under the order. The army reported everything was as usual, but the Yàn army quietly crossed Yanmen Pass and rushed into Luoyang without knowing it...
The fragmented memory fragments gradually pieced together a complete picture in my mind, and a shocking conspiracy that had been carefully planned for ten years suddenly became clear!
So that's it! Yu Ling suddenly realized, and her huge anger made her tremble violently. She was determined to die, but now she suddenly changed her mind. She smiled coldly and walked towards the edge of the platform.
Yuwen Qinglan rode a horse and stopped in front of Bixiao Palace. The reason why he rushed to Bixiao Palace was because he received a tip that the last place where Prince Yuan Shao appeared was, but at this moment his eyes were completely attracted by the independent and charming woman on the platform.
It was a peerless style that was difficult to describe with ink. She was wearing a white feathered dress that was as elegant as a cloud. Her clothes flew gracefully, standing in the flames soaring into the sky, like a fairy in the moon palace who had accidentally entered the mortal world.
At this moment, the sky was about to be bright, and the faint dawn was shining on her beautiful face, as if she felt the man's burning gaze, and the colorful ink-colored eyes gently flowed, deeply locking the noble man. Then, her cherry lips slightly opened, and she burst out with a sad and charming smile.
In an instant, the noisy army fell silent. The soldiers were all staring at the stunning beauty of the country on the platform. They were fascinated by her smiles of the upside down.
Yu Ling smiled silently, her beautiful eyes stared at Yuwen Qinglan for a moment. Suddenly she ran to the edge of the platform, jumped straight down in the air. Her long white skirt spread out, like a white phoenix flying with wings spreading.
The crowds watching from the high platform burst into screams. Yuwen Qinglan couldn't think too much, and she was so angry that she sank the Dantian, her legs slammed the stirrups, and her whole body soared into the air like a goshawk, steadily caught the beauty like a phoenix bird that was falling in the air.
In the dizziness of falling weightlessness, Yu Ling was suddenly hugged by a pair of strong and powerful arms as strong as iron. The strange man's aura suddenly drowned her. Her heart was like a drum, and she suddenly raised her head and bumped into a pair of dazzling but cold eyes like amber. For a moment, the world was silent and everything was fading...
At this time, Yuwen Zhentao, who was stained with blood in the battle robe, rushed to Bixiao Palace anxiously, but only saw the woman who was dreaming of her, jumping off the platform with a sad smile, like a white phoenix born from the fire, throwing into the arms of his emperor brother Yuwen Qinglan...
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