"Second Miss, wake up, wake up."
Zhu Sijia was immersed in the huge pain of being poisoned. When she could hear human voices again, she suddenly opened her eyes. In front of her was a scene full of guests and bright lights.
Yan Xing lied to her.
This was her first reaction.
That bowl of medicine was not an ordinary bowl of dumb medicine at all, but a bowl of poison that would kill her!
What nonsense, living a good life with her is all lies to her.
If you want to kill her, why bother to torture her by picking off her palms first?
The taste of blood on the tip of her tongue has not dissipated. It was the taste that she bit off the tip of her tongue because she couldn't bear the poison burning her internal organs.
But what is the situation now?
On the left sat a girl from the Western Region with brown hair and green eyes, on the right sat a lady from the Southern Xinjiang covered with jingling silver ornaments. Opposite were men in fine clothes of various colors and different clothes, toasting each other without distinguishing between you and me.
I wish Scarlett was lifted up vigorously.
She was top-heavy, confused, and her whole body was in a state of disorientation, completely outside the world, and her eyes were looking up and down in a panic.
His eyes quickly swept across several long tables filled with dragon liver and phoenix marrow. On a high position at the end of the long table, Yan Xiu, the Emperor Wu of the Qin Dynasty, was sitting in black attire.
Its body shines brighter than the luminous pearls hanging all over the sky at the banquet.
Emperor Wu of the Qin Dynasty, Yan Xiu, the most accomplished and most accomplished emperor since the founding of the People's Republic of China, died in the early eighth year of Jianning at the age of thirty-six.
But now, he was sitting alone on the high platform, radiant and without saying a word. He supported his head with one hand and narrowed his eyes, looking down at the people at his feet casually.
The night wind in the wilderness gently blew the young emperor's broad sleeves, but it moved the hearts of countless girls in the audience.
"Second Miss Zhu, you are drunk. If you don't go down to rest with your slaves, it will be a serious crime to disobey the emperor!"
The woman's voice in his ear was hurried and anxious.
I wish Scarlett had remembered everything.
The moment she died and opened her eyes, she returned to that unforgettable night sixteen years ago.
The royal family's three-year autumn hunt coincides with the national celebration of the coming of all nations and guests from all over the world. Daqin held the largest and most extravagant Shanglin Garden feather hunt in history.
Tonight, she will be sent to Emperor Wu's bed by her sister-in-law and her future husband.
Just now, Zhu Siyi brought over a glass of warm deer blood wine and watched her drink it with her own eyes under the guise of apology.
The maid supporting her was about to take her to Yan Xiu's tent, then take off her coat, leaving her disheveled to wait for the emperor.
In her previous life, she was visited by Yan Xiu. In a panic, she stole his cloak and secretly escaped from his tent in the middle of the night.
She lost her innocence, but because of her engagement with Yan Xing, she had to marry into Prince Yi's palace, starting her bleak and tortuous life.
But now it is the fourth year of Longchang.
Zhu Sijia was sixteen years old, Emperor Wu was still there, Zhu Siyi was not yet the powerful Empress Dowager Zhaode in the future, and Yan Xing was not the regent who could cover the sky with one hand.
My mother has not yet died in depression in Prince Yan's palace, my sister has not been crushed to pieces in the palace, and no one has collected her body. Even my brother is still a half-grown boy and has not been involved in party disputes and been demoted to a commoner and exiled thousands of miles away. .
Zhu Sijia recalled all the ups and downs in her previous life, her drunkenness dissipated, and she instantly regained her sanity.
Now that we have returned to tonight, everything can still turn around.
When she was helped out of the banquet by the palace maid, across the sea of people, she once again looked at the emperor in the high position with his eyes closed and concentrating.
She had met Yan Xiu, who was thirty years old.
At that time, he was an unsheathed cold blade, with its sharp edge fully displayed. The violent cold air and the imperial majesty made the mountains, rivers and rivers daunted, and the sun, moon and stars bowed their heads.
But he only lived to be thirty-six years old.
Now Yan Xiu is more like a sword that has not yet been drawn out of its sheath. Under the gorgeous and cold sheath, one crazy heart after another is spreading and growing, cultivating his arrogance and glory.
He will be the number one overlord within the four seas in the future, and he will be an emperor who will be remembered for eternity and be deeply respected in the history books.
It was she who wished Scarlett the best for her future.
…
Inside the Emperor's Dragon Tent.
Green smoke curled up from the purple and gold dragon incense burner. The curtains were opened, and a tall and majestic figure slowly walked in. The surrounding entourage retreated, and he brought in a gust of cold autumn wind, causing the room to be filled with ambergris.
The ambergris seemed to be stronger tonight than usual, and Yan Xiu frowned slightly.
He has a clear understanding of his drinking capacity, and even when he is in the mood, he will try his best to restrain himself and ensure that he is sober.
But this three points of sobriety disappeared the moment he lifted the brocade quilt on the couch.
Under the brocade quilt was a stunning woman he had never seen before.
The beauty is as bright as the Mid-Autumn Festival moon, as gorgeous as the peonies of the Eastern Capital, her eyebrows are like the indigo in the distant mountains, her eyes are misty and sparkling, her cheeks and the ends of her eyes are covered with a thin touch of fat red, and she has plump and soft pale cherry pink lips. , slightly opening an arc that attracts people's imagination.
Looking at her beautiful body and thin clothes, it’s just——
Simply shameless!
Do you think of him as that kind of foolish king who is so lustful that he is blinded by his lust?
Yan Xiu's expression remained normal, but his cheekbones and ears quickly became hot and red. He tried hard to move his eyes away and lowered his voice so that he could maintain the majesty of an emperor:
"Are you the maid sent by the Queen Mother?"
Before he could raise his crown, the Queen Mother sent waves of beauties to his palace. In the past, he had rejected all the vulgar things and was carried away in tears.
Until today, when the Queen Mother mentioned this matter again, he was unwilling to listen to the earnest warnings of the ministers, so he readily agreed.
But the palace maid was a little too bold, lying straight here, wanting him to take the initiative.
Didn't she seriously learn how to serve the emperor?
Zhu Scarlett did not answer.
She just shook her head slightly, biting her lower lip, her eyes full of clear water, showing a holiness that was completely different from her clothes.
The smell of ambergris became stronger and stronger. Being stared at by her so innocently and innocently, the fire in Yan Xiu's heart suddenly shot up to his lower abdomen.
Her coat was scattered beside her feet, and her hair was pressed in her hand.
That's all, let him take the initiative. It's not like he hasn't browsed through those albums.
Yan Xiu untied his coat slowly.
Near dawn, Yan Xiu called for hot water four times.
The woman under him was having sex for the first time, and she couldn't stand his uncontrolled tossing and fainted long ago.
He now knew that she was not a palace maid, he could feel it just from the material of her clothes.
Perhaps a minister from some family who wanted to gain a higher position gave the Queen Mother a lot of benefits and sent his own daughter to him in the name of the concubine.
Since she was sent to his doorstep, not only did she win the king's heart in terms of appearance, but Yan Xiu couldn't put it down in other aspects, so she reluctantly moved into the palace to accompany him.
Yan Xiu hugged Zhu Sijia and fell asleep.
Three poles in the sun.
Yan Xiu woke up from his satiety.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he met a pair of bright eyes that were red from crying. The long curled eyelashes were wet with tears and formed into clusters, which directly touched the softness in his heart.
This is bullying people severely.
His whole body felt extremely relaxed, and it was rare for him to be in a cheerful mood. He gently picked up a strand of the beauty's hair and played with it, and asked in a lazy voice with a hint of hoarseness:
"Which family are you from?"
