"The Princess Zhao's appearance is respectful and frugal... The sound of the sound is in the jade pendant. She has a long life and will never be able to live, and she will be beautiful in the two souths. Alas!"

Gu Xiying didn't quite understand some of the sayings of the strange powers and gods. Is it because he was discouraged when he saw Zhou Guangyu's last fate, or because he was actually even more angry than he thought, so after his death, a ghost stayed in the world and could not enter the cycle of reincarnation. He looked at the panic of white in the Zhao Palace in a hurry.

The eunuchs in the palace came to pass the Queen Mother's decree to recite the book of sorrows and gracefully. Gu Xiying sneered in her heart when she heard it.

Gu Xiying thought that she was born in the Duke's Mansion, loved by her parents, dwelt by her brothers, enjoyed the throne of the princess, and had a salary for the prince. She had a smooth life. Only in marriage was there was a bit of difficulty, but in the end she was happy.

Outsiders always say that she is arrogant, domineering, willful, but she is really the pearl of love that is full of all kinds of favors.

To talk about a slight regret, it means that King Zhao is concerned about Concubine De and has never given her love.

But love is a true heart that does not seek reward. She was born and died for love, and always thought she could be considered as having no regrets.

Unexpectedly, I have seen too many people in this life struggling with the woman he loves in power struggle. I saw Concubine De Nan ascend to the position of empress dowager and King Zhao’s military life in vain.

Even though my heart had long been as calm as the sea of ​​Boguo, it still turned into a wisp of dead soul after death, watching people coming and going in his deserted mourning hall.

What a thousand noble princesses, without husbands, support from their parents, and support from their children, the moment of mourning in this mourning hall is just a passing cloud.

Thinking of his offspring, Gu Xiying felt a little regretful.

Even if the love between childhood was exhausted, it was the 20 years of time that had grown up together when he was learning to learn to do so. Even if he was holding Zhou Guangyu's little pity, he couldn't bear to slowly sow it. In the long run, even if he couldn't get back the sincerity that he had given to Concubine De, he could change more or less.

But why did I only know how to protect the dignity of a princess and a lady, keep being strong with my neck, and I am stubborn and unwilling to use any means, nor do I want to say anything soft words, and I have to bother those who are true or not and do not love, and I have wasted my whole life in vain.

That woman must be smiling proudly at the highest point. She took the lead but couldn't even defend a man. But just a few high-sounding words got everything, making herself stand up and fall into being crazy for the rest of her life.

She was so angry that she was really stupid. Whether she married Zhou Guangyu for so many years, she was still a child or she cried and begged, she could always have a child.

I will teach him to love him well and make him the best child among the nobles of the aristocratic family. I will protect him with sincerity and never let him become a poor person like me who will only show off for his reputation and face.

Gu Xiying was so angry that he was blind and walked all the way to the dark, and he was so angry that Zhou Guangyu was really cold and had no room for anything.

Gu Xiying couldn't help but begin to wonder if she really loved him when she was alive. She relied on her affection for him since childhood to seek help from him. Even though she understood his helplessness towards him, she still showed off her strength and did not reflect on her words and deeds, and was still arrogant in the palace.

Is it right to be straightforward and quick? Is it right to force possession? Is it right to respect each other like guests?

The idea of ​​taking over even if you can't get it is because of the face or he must be. After so many years, it seems that the hypocrisy has been removed and the illusion has gradually become clear.

In fact, it’s the same thing that the child is asking his mother to buy the cold fruits on the street.

If she had not forcibly asked Your Majesty for marriage, but had helped her husband to be with the unparalleled Princess Langhuan, would she have let King Zhao go without regrets and let herself go?

Even if King Zhao has no regrets, what should he let go?

Let go of your obsession and your soul is peaceful.

Entering the six realms, you will be able to enjoy the cycle of reincarnation.

But why?!

The princesses of the Northern Zhou Dynasty have been focusing on the territory of Qi from beginning to end, and their hearts are growing in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. Those methods of openness and secretness, and those methods of merger and splitting that they think are seamless, really don’t understand.

Her Nan's affection for her children has no intention. Even if she doesn't care and doesn't expose it, can she just put Zhou Guangyu on her side?

I am a fool who has been competing for strength and competitiveness. Is Zhou Guangyu a childlike heart taken advantage of and ended up like that. Is he a smart person?

There was also such a wise and suspicious Emperor in the middle, and so many literati and dukes from the court officials and families criticized him. Our Qi State is not a wilderness outside the grassland and western border. There are brothers who have no scruples there. Even if His Majesty dies, he can only be the concubine and the emperor's brother.

If I had known this, I would have minded.

Barely maintaining peace and beauty is just a fool in his eyes, a thorn in their eyes.

It's nothing bad to let go of your hands and destroy them together earlier.

No, no. There is also the shaky Duke's Mansion that is difficult to maintain, and his stupid brother who suddenly entered the officialdom and attracted countless suspicions.

Gu Xiying sometimes recalled her not very decent life clearly and sometimes chaoticly. She didn't even bother to think about why the British Duke's Mansion, where she was born, not only did not come to pay her condolences, but she didn't even send a copy of the ritual.

After the 49th day of the silence, Wan Qing asked to keep a guard for Gu Xiying. Zongzheng Temple did not agree. Wan Qing knew that she had no way out and ran into death in front of Gu Xiying's coffin.

The bang made Gu Xiying's soul feel like she was being pulled.

Blood is seen in front of the spirit, and the soul is uneasy.

This sentence flashed through Gu Xiying's mind and opened her eyes quietly.

"Wake up, wake up, princess, wake up. Go and report to your wife." After a scream in the room, calm returned to the sound of footsteps, the sound of bead curtains colliding, and the sound of pushing and pulling the door.

Looking at the familiar gauze tent, Gu Xiying sighed in his heart. Gu Ying went west to return home. He has never seen this gauze tent that he liked the most.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What time is it now?" Gu Xiying opened her mouth and made a voice with difficulty. Her voice was hoarse but tender. Gu Xiying frowned, really didn't understand what Xi it was today.

"Prince, you are awake. Now you have just passed Weizheng. What is the main county? Do you want to drink some water to moisten your throat? Madam Wang has already reported to her wife. When Wanqing saw you wake up, she went to get the medicine in the kitchen. The medicine had just changed the prescription. The doctor told her that you should drink it as soon as you wake up. It was boiled this morning and kept warm."

The maid who answered looked like she was fourteen or fifteen years old, and she spoke softly and quickly, with unbelievable joy.

The maid had gentle eyebrows and was afraid that Gu Xiying would feel uncomfortable, and she felt that she wanted to drink water, so she quickly poured a glass of warm white water, stepped forward and knelt in front of the couch two and a half steps.

Gu Xiying closed her eyes and said that she didn't want to drink water. She said softly: "Moyu, I'm asking what day it is today."

The girl named Mo Yu in front of me was the first-class girl who served Gu Xiying since childhood. She was the son of the Duke of England's mansion. She was gentle and loyal. In my memory, I married into the Zhao royal palace. Because it was really ugly, Mo Yu, who was released from the mansion at the age of age, married to the manager of his mother's house in the village and did not bring it into the palace.

Later, when he was in a mess, Moyu wanted to go back to her and be a mother in charge, but she didn't want Moyu to get involved in these things again and did not agree.

I remember that in the two years before my death, Mo Yu, who was about to be in trouble, was still living well. It seemed that his daughter-in-law was pregnant. Unfortunately, she passed away, otherwise she could still send someone to see if she had a grandson or granddaughter.

Gu Xiying thought to herself, Moyu just thought she didn't want to drink white water, so she put down the water cup and said, "It's April now. The princess is the one who went on a horse with the Seventh Princess after the Qianqiu Festival and went on a horse and was frightened and invaded by the cold air, so she couldn't get sick.

The imperial physician who came to the clinic said that the princess had a cold convulsion and had a weak heat, and the heat caused not only was the deficiency heat but also the actual heat. It was difficult to use heavy medicine. The treatment was slow and slow for almost two months.

The princess woke up several times in the middle, but she was confused and not very clear-headed. The princess and his wife were worried that they were bad, and even the palace sent the imperial physicians to come here day by day."

Mo Yu snuggled on the bed, as if she wanted to get up and help Gu Xiying up and change to a comfortable position, but she just moved. While replying, she wiped Gu Xiying's palm with a sweat towel.

Mo Yu paused for a moment, as if he was thinking a little, and then continued: "I heard from Madam Wang that because of this, Your Majesty was so arrogant that the few Your Highnesses who went to hunt together did not take good care of you. The three Your Highnesses who took you out knelt in front of the prince's tablet for a day and a night."

When Gu Xiying heard this, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Moyu said too much at once, but she didn't know where to ask. She looked at Moyu and felt a little annoyed that Moyu seemed to be talking too much. Gu Xiying pulled Moyu's hand as if she was relaxed.

As a maid, you must be aware of your master. But Moyu has followed Gu Xiying since she was a child. She is not only a personal maid, but also like a sister. Naturally, she understands that if she talks about the situation in the palace, Gu Xiying will definitely think about it after hearing it.

People who are sick should avoid thinking too much.

Gu Xiying thought about it carefully and thought that she had never been sick for nearly two months in her life. It would be too incredible to say that the previous life in her mind was a dream, but it was so real. It seemed too incredible to say that she had lived and died once.

Gu Xiying decided to figure out when she had returned first.

She asked casually: "Qianqiu Festival?"

"Yes, Princess. Queen Tian has a full birthday this year forty years, and this year's Qianqiu Festival is particularly lively. In order to thank Queen Tian for taking care of the harem and raising the prince, His Majesty specially asked the Ministry of Rites to do it as appropriate. Do you still have the impression?" Mo Yu just thought that Gu Xiying had been sleeping for a long time and had not yet come back to her senses, and said it carefully a little bit.

Yes, the Qianqiu Festival, which was born in a famous family in Yingchuan, is luxurious and solemn, and is even more grand than the Qianqiu Festival when the late Yuan Dynasty was granted his legitimate son.

This year was twenty-eight years old, and I was twelve years old. But this year, I had not yet discussed my relatives.

This year, King Zhao Zhou Guangyu had not yet met his bad fate.

very nice.

Gu Xiying calmed down slightly, supported her to try it, and found that there was no special discomfort except for some fatigue. She raised her hand and put on Mo Yu's hand, stepped on her sleeping shoes and sat in front of the dressing table.

Looking at the little man in the bronze mirror who looked a little pale and had no different expressions, he habitually curled his lips. Looking at the depressed expression of the person in the mirror, he sighed with emotion. This "no worries" child is really interesting.
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