Chapter 1

Cold It's freezing to the bone

In the cold darkness, even consciousness seems to be frozen into ice

No, it can't be Wake up Wake up!

Wen Wanqing suddenly opened her eyes and gasped.

The introduction of the eye is the top of the antique exquisite carved wooden bed, with plain white curtains hanging on all sides of the bed. The bed under the body is a hard wooden bed. Although it is covered with thick cotton, it still makes Wen Wanqing, who is used to sleeping in Simmons, feel uncomfortable.

It's Dusk now. The setting sun shines on the censer in the room through the window pane. It's a beautiful golden light.

Here, where is it?

Wen Wanqing is moving his rigid body and thinking blankly.

I only remember my name and place of origin. Wen Wanqing is from modern times, and the rest of the past is forgotten.

No

Wen Wanqing curled up a little uncomfortable, accompanied by severe pain, some pictures flashed in her head, and "remembered" some things.

Originally, I also call this wenwanqing. It's just that her life is too miserable. First, he was given by his father as a chip to Xuanlian, the emperor's favorite son, and married with full feelings. Then, on the wedding night, his husband collapsed outside his new house and didn't touch her. But under, had to use the hairpin to forge the red.

In this palace, she is gentle and clear, without any position, even the servants dare to ride on her head. Sun Yueru, the imperial concubine in the palace, even poisoned her in the censer

Wen Wanqing sighed a long time. There is no reason for the origin of all this. The nature of the origin is too soft, so everyone wants to pinch it.

Now it's different.

Wen Wanqing closed his eyes and lay quietly on the bed.

I will not repeat your mistakes, I will replace you, live well!

Wen Wanqing felt as if he had put down some burden.

Is it the original owner? She's looking at me?

Wen Wanqing raised the corner of his mouth.

After lying for a while, Wen Wanqing felt warm again. The door was opened from the outside, and a little servant girl came in from the outside.

"Is it Miaoling? Is dinner coming? " Wen Wanqing asked. As soon as she opened her mouth, she found that her voice was feeble. That's what chronic poisons do.

Miaoling came quickly, "Miss, you wake up." With that, she lifted up the tent, lifted up the weak gentle Qing, and supported two pillows behind her, so that she could lean comfortably.

"Miss, it's useless to be a slave. Liang Wei is the most irritating. He has good food and dishes, but he just won't let anyone give it to miss!"

With a cold smile and a hand, "Miaoling, help me up. I'm going to meet this guy who dares to bully the Lord in the palace for a while."

Miaoling quickly helped wenwanqing to get up, changed her clothes and combed her hair again.

Wen Wanqing looked at himself in the mirror, not to mention the beauty of the country, can also be said to be the Moon Fairy. Because it was evening, Miaoling didn't make up much for her. She just combed her cloud temples and applied some powder. The big and magical apricot eyes, the white skin, the watery red lips with a third smile, and a touch of red in the corner of the eyes are really not drunk, everyone is drunk.

Wen Wanqing was very satisfied with his face, and then looked at his clothes.

A dress with a hundred flowers embroidered in purplish purple makes her dignified and flexible.

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