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After coming out of the bath, a group of people from Gong'e came forward again, and carefully put the soft clothes on Zisang.

The other end, Nan Wu, was unwilling to be served at the beginning, but after she only wore the bellyband and single shirt inside, she didn't know how to play with the woman's blessing.

The clothes are very different from ordinary clothes, the clothes brought by the palace people are hung up layer by layer, and the red branches and leaves are not right.

So I had no choice but to let go and let the palace people help me put on the upper body one by one.

Zisang's is more complicated, with five satin silks, three or two shirts, long sleeves and long pendants, a belt embellished with jade, and high-soled shoes embroidered with birds and animals.

Lingluo added to the body, like a Buddha made of clay, bright and bright.

Nan Wuxian is good, when he came in, he saw a bright scene in front of his eyes, that man among ten thousand was the only one in the world, looking at it now, no matter how lucky he was, he might only see this one person.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Nanwu, even Gong'e next to him was shocked, seeing the slanted scar on the woman's face before, it was very tight, but when they met again, it was different.

After dressing up a bit, although the scar is still there, wearing a light pink gauze shirt, it looks like a completely different person, with a very slim figure.

His face, which is usually straight and cold, has softened a lot because of this pink coat, probably because of the removal of the long sword.

Zisang only stepped on the small embroidered shoes with high soles, walked around for a few steps, looked at Nanwu left and right, and repeated the sentence again: "It's so good."

The palace people came to invite, saying that the king and the general Zhou Cai had been waiting in the Yuanhe Hall for a long time, and they also invited Shijun and the Nanwu girl to go in time.

All the way to the corridors and pavilions, there are dozens of palace guides in front, all holding red bow lights, and their bodies are bowed, only half their height.

On the way, I met some palace servants head-on, and when they saw the situation, they hurriedly knelt down to see them off.

Looking at these scenes that he hadn't seen before, Zisang held his sleeves full of silk with a smile on his face: "To be superior is because so many people volunteer to make you shorter."

Nan Wu didn't understand, but felt like he understood again, so he hummed.

There was no sword on her waist, and she didn't know where to put her hands. She just grabbed the wide skirts on both sides and shook the slit on her head.

Walking to the bottom of the long jade steps, half of the palace people leading the way lined up on both sides, and the first few led Zisang up: "Shijun, Nanwu girls come down with slaves."

Zisang always walks according to his will, even if he is not used to the soles, he still deals with them, and he doesn't feel any difficulties.

On the other hand, Nan Wu used to walk over with a stiff body and pinched the hem of his skirt step by step, but now he lifted his feet up the jade steps, and stumbled after a few steps, and the quilt Sang Ke helped him over angrily: "You are so many Embarrassment."

I saw them all.

Half helping and half pulling, the two walked to the front of the hall.

Where the king is, it is naturally a grand building, with golden lacquer crossing the beams, copper carvings and jade carvings.

Before entering the palace, the palace man in front bent down even lower and said: "Your Majesty."

Zisang's eyes moved down from the exquisite painted buildings on the top, and looked at the man with white beard and hair who was standing on the pendulum and striding forward.

Part of her blood came from this person.

When she was ten years old, she ate the birthday noodles that her mother had boiled a bit mushy, and at the same time listened to her mother's story about her life experience.

Your father-in-law is the son of the king, who was granted the title of Changzhou, and your brother is Gong Boliang, who should look just like you.

At that time, she only knew that the king was superior, and that the king was a man among men. She thought she looked like the big Buddha in the Great Buddha Hall for thousands of people to worship.

In fact, he is an old man.

Seeing his beard and silver hair, I don't know why but I can't hate him anymore.

There was an elderly servant next to him, his palace robes were neatly tidied up, and the coat of arms on it was obviously much brighter. After waiting for a long time and not seeing Zisang salute, he coughed and said in a hoarse voice: "See you." The king is still not polite."

Duke Qing Xi waved his hand, his grandfather and grandson looked at each other, each with his own merits, the autumn wind was blowing, and the palace lanterns swayed lightly from side to side.

The man with white beard and hair slowly put his hands behind his back, a white orchid robe was spread out in the wind, and he had the calmness of the avenue: "You look like a person."

Zisang thought he was referring to his elder brother, Gong Boliang, or his father, Gong Boye.

What Duke Qing Xi said was not true, he said: "You are like Ji Li."

Princess Jili is the mother of her father-in-law Feng Shuohou, who is also the concubine of the person in front of her, Prince Qingxi of Nanliang.

Princess Jili passed away in the 39th year of Qing'an, that is, when her father-in-law was just five or six years old.

Everyone in the world knows that Princess Jili is unparalleled in appearance, and everyone in the world knows that Princess Jili is favored by the king. What the world doesn't know is why Princess Jili suddenly committed suicide by Bai Ling.

People in the world don't know why Ji Li's son, the uncle, has been violent since then, and no woman is allowed to get close.

"I'll ask you first."

Zi Sang took two steps forward, and Zhou Zai next to him also took two steps forward, with a large machete on his side, and the armor on the hall was not removed, which shows that Zhou Zai's status is not ordinary.

"You ask." Qing Xigong's voice was deep and steady, and he took a step forward, his eyes hidden under the thick gray and white eyebrows did not leave the sang face.

"In the first year of Qing'an Jia, the Taiguo Temple was on fire, but you ordered it?" I didn't want to do anything else, I just wanted to ask, what mistake did my mother make, and even the residence of the Buddha could not be tolerated? she.

Qing Xigong's eyes, sunk in the skin and bones, are sharp and energetic, and he can't see Long Zhong's old age at all. What happened a few years ago is not a painful thing for him.

"No."

Who is that.

Zisang's expression faded away, and the usual casual tone came back to his lips: "You want Nanwu to find me, I heard it is to give me the seat above tens of thousands of people."

What is so rare, guarding the palace with thousands of tilts, thousands of palace lanterns, and countless eaves flying tiles, sitting on top of the temple, playing yourself as a widow.

Even Zhou Zai's face wrinkled when he heard this.

Qing Xigong just slowly let go of his squinted eyes, showing a sense of sadness: "After all, you have the blood of the widow on your body, I'm afraid you will suffer outside."

He stretched out his hands again, waved his sleeves and walked into the hall: "Send Shijun down to rest, Nanwu you come in."

Nan Wudun looked at Yan Zisang on the spot, and then at the figure in the blue robe in white, who was walking forward alone, pursed his lips and followed into the hall.

The person standing in front of her was the king, the one she should have killed but didn't.

Duke Qing Xi turned around, sat on a high seat, coughed twice, and the old servant beside him hurriedly served tea: "Your Majesty, you still have to take care of yourself, don't get angry."

After all, he is someone who has been with the king for many years. Just now, the young master Sang said lightly, "It's cold and snowy."

All hopes were placed on such a person, but she seemed indifferent, and her words were light and irresponsible.

"The widow's bones and blood are all dead. The widow's not angry, but sad."

It's also pitiful. The world is all over the world. In the past, the horses were galloping, the chaos was consolidated, the government was peaceful and the people were diligent, and the widows worked for the blessing of the people, but the heavens treated me the least.

Nan Wujing stood at the side, speechless, and only spoke to her after Qing Xigong three uncovered and drank tea: "When we found her, what was she doing and how was she doing?"

"hunt."

Hunting animals in the forest, with a big round bow and excellent aim, thinking of the sight in the forest, Nan Wu felt that the heavens treated her well.

She couldn't tell whether Zisang was doing well or not.

For a long while, I thought Nan Wu had something to say, but after a while, I saw the person in pink standing there quietly, and didn't say any more. Mr. Qing Xi remembered that this woman was not good at talking with others.

When I rescued her, I could only explain Feng Shuo Hou's treason in three or four words each time.

Lord Qing Xi sat on the animal head, his elbows were fleshy to the bone, and his veins were slightly protruding, and he said to Zhou Zai next to him, "A woman has a bit of arrogance to be able to go hunting. When I saw her today, I felt a sense of turmoil." He is angry, speaks inappropriately, and looks ashamed."

"After all, they are all women." Zhou Cai said, and also glanced at Nan Wu who was wearing a pink shirt.

"Even if Mr. Qingyang is counted first, I'm afraid this time he misjudged the trend of the sky and made the wrong hexagram." After finishing speaking, Duke Qing coughed again.

Just a few years ago, the candidates for the crown prince fell off the horse one after another, and those who fell into the earth fell into the earth, and Qingyang suddenly appeared.

Qingyang was the teacher of the late emperors, he was praised as a great sage and prophet, he knew the hexagrams with his eyes, he was the late emperor's words, and made Gongbo Mu, the youngest of the five kings, the king.

Guogong Bomu came to the throne, and the Nanliang frontier, which was originally insignificant, became more and more extensive every year, gradually gaining power over the world, and becoming the overlord of the four kingdoms.

After the Shuanghou rebellion incident, Mr. Qingyang came to the palace in a rags, sat in front of the king's case, and then spoke, or performed the government of Gongyijin again.

That is, the successor is a woman.

Because Nan Liang once had a public appearance Jin, the status of a woman is not as cautious as before.

Gongyijin has been in power for decades, and various laws about women have been amended in the middle, so now, women are free to walk on the street, and it is not a matter of attention for a woman to marry a wife.

According to Mr. Qingyang, there is a daughter hidden in Fengshuo Hou, and the son Sang is very talented, and may be able to become a king.

At this moment, Nan Wuxing, who was supposed to be thrown into the corpse pile for incineration, turned around and explained why he was serving Zisang and why Zisang ran away.

For such a coincidence, the already impoverished King of Nanliang sighed that the cause and fate were difficult to explain, so he simply asked Nanwu to find Zisang in secret.

After six years back, grandparents and grandchildren meet each other, what Mr. Qingyang said about his extraordinary talent is nothing more than that, or even worse.

Even if she is just an ordinary person, it is better than such a contemptuous gesture.

The person Mr. Qingyang mentioned may look down on the world, but he is more beautiful, and he doesn't even know anything about the king's body.

Duke Qing Xi, the monarch of Nanliang, sighed repeatedly, or said: "The country must be changed by others."

General Zhou Zai shook his sword: "Your Majesty, think twice, although this woman's behavior is useless and has nothing to recommend, she may be better than those who wait for the common people."

Qing Xigong retracted his eyelids, let out a long breath, his body straightened for a while, then bent a little, and he looked at Nan Wu again: "It was you who sent her back all the way, tell me, can she bear the burden of this world?" ?”

Zisang should only want to roam the horses and hunt, or guard Bai Yunmo's river songs and fishing boats. Nan Wu didn't know what the world thought of Zisang, so he just said, "I don't know."

I'm afraid I can't.

There is a golden bell swaying gently on the corner of the palace, which attracts winds from all directions, and winds up the lonely and widowed beams that have been coiled for a hundred years.