Depth of pampering: Poison tongue son loli mother

Since entering Beijing, although she has been working hard to make money and prepare to save Yunluo people, many times, she only regards it as a responsibility, a task that must be completed before returning to the modern age.

She has lived in modern times for 15 years, and her 15 years of real life have made her memory of this place blurred a lot. She no longer has the strong sense of belonging as Princess Yunluo, and feels that Yun Tianyin is not her in this life, but just her. previous life.

But now, hearing that the Yunluo people were so cruelly oppressed, her heart trembled with anger.

All kinds of memories floated in my mind, the grand and lively sacrifice, the colorful prayer flags flying under the blue sky, the happy and peaceful Yunluo young and old dancing around the bonfire, everyone had a happy expression on their faces.

Then the army of Diyao Kingdom invaded and broke Yunluo Mountain, which had been peaceful for hundreds of years. The once beautiful and peaceful green world was engulfed by the fire that shot up into the sky. The panicked Yunluo people fell under the trample of iron cavalry and swords. On the ground, blood flowed like a river, and the whole family was captured. His father, King Yunluo, looked up to the sky and cried bitterly.

Scenes of bloody scenes floated in front of her eyes, and the hatred in her heart was like a seed suddenly awakened in the frozen ground, quickly breaking through the ground.

She may not be Yun Tianyin anymore, but she will never forget the tragic scenes of massacring the Yunluo people, and the hatred in her bones is also unforgettable.

Standing by the river, she stared coldly at the painting boat floating slowly on the water along with the river lights.

The lights on the painting boat are brilliant, the painting boat is huge, and the three-story ship building style is exquisite and luxurious, like a bustling flower building for pleasure on the water.

The princes and young ladies of Duke Yang's mansion and many nobles in Beijing were drinking and having fun in it. Everyone was dressed in rich clothes, and the maids shuttled constantly, bringing glasses of fine wine. .

Yang Zhan, the third grandson of Yang Guogong, is a well-known play master in Beijing.

Because he was the youngest grandson, his mother died shortly after he was born, so he was deeply loved by the Yang family since he was a child, and he was pityed by his aunt, the queen, who was used to being stubborn since he was a child. But he did many things that hurt the sky and reason, but no one dared to offend him.

This time the River Lantern Banquet was held by him. In fact, this cruel idea was also thought up by him. He was already tired of having fun, and only bloody games could excite him.

"Haha, according to the rules, there will be a river lantern shooting competition. Each person has ten arrows. Whoever shoots the most river lanterns will win. All the slaves in the river will belong to him, and there will be a reward of 5000 taels." Zhan smiled at a group of noble children in Beijing.

Those aristocratic children are also masters of fun, so they are naturally eager to play this exciting game, and they gather around the painting boat one by one, showing excited expressions.

Yang Zhan looked at his cousin who was still sitting at the table, bored and drinking, and couldn't help laughing: "Eighth Prince, why don't you come and have a game, your archery has always been very good, if you play, they will not be your opponent at all. "

"I'm not interested in this kind of game. Arrows don't need to be used on the battlefield, and killing people doesn't need to be used to kill enemies. Instead, they are used on these Yunluo people. What kind of heroes are they?" Dongfang Tuo snorted disdainfully, showing a lack of interest. look.