It was night, at the beginning of midnight, during the cold current of the twelfth lunar month, and the imperial city was like an ancient giant beast dormant in the long and cold night. Heavy snow was flying all over the sky, quietly whitening the corners of the corridor eaves. On long winter nights, people are hiding under warm quilts and sleeping soundly.
In that majestic and huge palace, even Emperor Jing, who was diligent in political affairs and reviewed memorials until late at night, had fallen asleep, but there was still a small attic with a weak candlelight shining out.
In the attic, two people were playing chess.
A clear voice sounded, accompanied by her white jade hand holding the sunspot and placing it on the plate.
This is a young woman with stunning beauty that puts everything in the world to shame. She was dressed in white clothes, outlining her graceful figure, with her black hair hanging down like a waterfall.
She lazily raised her eyes and looked at the person in front of her, her deep and distant beautiful eyes without any emotion.
It was a kind of cold indifference coming from the bones, with a huge sense of oppression, giving people a feeling of suffocation.
The woman in front of me was so cold that it made people palpitate. She had extremely high chess skills, and her black pieces were decisive and decisive. She had a strong momentum, as if she had the power of "an army pressing down on the situation".
On the other hand, Bai Zi, although he was walking on thin ice, was obviously unable to withstand such a fierce attack. After struggling for several rounds, he was completely defeated.
Finally, the situation on the court has become very obvious. The black ones almost occupy "the whole country", while there are only a few white ones, all scattered here and there.
"I surrender."
The voice of Touzi admitting defeat was slightly dull, like a huge stone crashing into the sea.
Those golden and rose-colored eyes that were enough to envy the world looked at her, but they only glanced past her. He is about the same age as the woman, but he has only been crowned young.
He was dressed in a bright red robe, and his body exuded more than just aura of wealth. Between his eyebrows, there seemed to be an invisible anger and overwhelming power, as if he was announcing to the world and ruling the world.
This is the aura of an emperor for thousands of years.
A small sandalwood attic was occupied by two members of the royal family, a brother and sister.
Take the word "Qingliu",
The man’s name is Giliu, he is the prince of the Dajing Dynasty.
The woman's name is Guiqing, a princess of the Dajing Dynasty.
The stove was roaring, or the attic was a little stuffy. Guiqing opened the window, and suddenly there was falling snow flying in.
She drank and poured herself, but the wine was never warm.
Almost everyone in the Jing Dynasty knew that Her Royal Highness the Princess was addicted to alcoholism and that she loved nothing more than wine in her life. There are even a few women in the boudoir who imitate it and regard it as a kind of romance.
Guiliu frowned and his voice was a little cold.
"Cold wine destroys the body, don't drink too much."
However, Guiqing ignored it, raised her head slightly, opened her red lips slightly, and drank it all in one gulp, feeling an indescribable sense of romance.
But she never expected that the cup in her hand would be snatched away.
The atmosphere in the attic was obviously frozen, and even the fire seemed stagnant.
A shocking wave of evil energy suddenly erupted, even reaching outside the attic, shattering countless fine snows.
The beautiful and beautiful eyes were slightly narrowed, but the white jade hands were wrapped in evil spirits.
There was also a cold voice filled with murderous intent,
"wanna die?"
Guiliu almost wanted to run away.
However, he resisted the urge and returned the wine glass with both hands.
How can the person in front of me still have any imperial aura?
No one in the world would believe it even if I beat him to death. His Highness the Crown Prince with the Golden Belt who committed murder and set fire. This Crown Prince who acted recklessly, raped women of the people, had numerous affairs, and was obsessed with brothels every day. This Crown Prince was regarded as the "God of Plague" by everyone in the government and the public. "His Royal Highness, you are actually afraid?" And it is his own sister who is afraid.
But it is true that Gui Liu is afraid of Gui Qing, and that is not an ordinary fear. In front of Gui Qing, Gui Liu just "has a thief's heart but no thief's courage".
Gui Qing took back the wine glass, but used the evil spirit to corrode it without a trace, and then picked up another wine glass on the table.
The meaning couldn't be clearer.
Guiliu's eyes widened immediately, "I am your brother, and you still dislike me?"
Guiqing didn't even look at him, but said softly: "Get out, or you will bear the consequences."
The painting left a note: In the winter of the fifteenth year of Yongshuang, the first snow fell.
ps: This book is the original work of the author. Any similarity is purely coincidental.
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