Concubine Ning, one of the emperor's love

Chapter 1
In the 59th year of Dayan Apocalypse, on a winter day in November, at night, it was bitingly cold, and the cold wind whizzed and swayed the palace lanterns, and the shadows fluttered.

This night, it was extremely gloomy.

"Boom-boom-boom!"

In the middle of the night, three bells rang suddenly in the silence, three times in a row, startling the nighthawks in the treetops.In Dayan Palace, after 30 years, the death knell of the emperor rang.

There is going to be chaos in this palace.

Outside the Weiyang Palace, the footsteps are hurried: "Your Majesty." The person who entered the palace was a palace man with a handsome appearance.

Inside the heavy plain white veil, a woman's clear voice came out: "Did you die?" Slightly smiled, it was very pleasant to hear.

"Go back to your majesty, Your Majesty," the handsome palace man paused, stepped forward, and said in a deep voice, "I'm dead."

The death knell rings, the emperor dies, and the sky of Dayan is in chaos.

Inside the veil, the woman chuckled softly: "This old man is finally willing to close his eyes."

This old man is none other than Emperor Yan of Yan, in the whole world, there is only one person who dares to abuse him like this.

——Queen Wen's Yinrong.

"Shame on the flower." The woman called softly, her tone brisk.

Junxiu's palace servant stepped forward, frowning, as if dissatisfied with the name.

Naturally dissatisfied, the first eunuch of Dayan Imperial Palace, who was called Shame Flower, the Shame Flower of Close Moon Shame, but, dissatisfied with the name given by Empress Yinrong?dare?
Even the first commander of Dayan, who was called Guan Yue, did not dare.

Shame on Hua stepped forward, respectfully: "Yes, empress."

A plain hand stretched out, lifted the plain brocade fringe, revealing the woman's face, the apricot candlelight intertwined with the cold moon, reflecting the woman's skin as white as porcelain, between the eyebrows of the distant mountains, good words and freehand brushwork, melted into a faint smile, as if carelessly , with a three-point insolent heroic spirit, narrow and long phoenix eyes, and the corners of Yan Yan's eyes lifted up evil and shallow arcs when he talked and smiled. And red, just right to add a touch of style.

What a disastrous face to the country and the people, what a wild and flamboyant woman.

This is Empress Yinrong of Great Yan, the concubine daughter of the Wen family, Wen Qi, who is only seventeen years old, has the power over Great Yan.

Raising her eyes, she has a pair of eyebrows and eyes that seem to be confusing, and she has a half-hearted smile: "You said that after I became a country, this sage passed away. Does this palace have to respond to the occasion?"

Occasionally?This night, it's cold and cold, how to cope with the situation?

Embarrassed with a smile: "Your Majesty's words are very true."

Wen Qi raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her eyes pulled out a hint of playfulness: "Come on, put on sackcloth and filial piety for this palace." Dressed in white clothes dragging the floor, she walked out of the plain white veil with her long skirt, and said with a smile, "Go to the mourning. "

Wearing hemp and filial piety?If Empress Yinrong wanted to cry and mourn, Emperor Yan must have died in peace.

The death knell burst out, in Yanqing Palace, above the main hall, the edict was announced, the crying and screaming stopped suddenly, and Shen Ning was tense while holding his breath.

The palace man was expressionless, not slow, not in a hurry: "I am facing the crane and returning to the west. Why do I have internal and external troubles? I miss Yan's Tianlan, the seventeen sons of the Tian family, and I can't bear the big responsibility, so I entrust my community to Wen's family. Empress Yinrong, assisted by the Seventeenth Emperor's son, Yinli, came to the throne, and Yinrong hung down the curtain to be the regent of the world."

As soon as the decree fell, there was no sound in the hall, which disturbed both dull eyes.

"No!"

This scream came from the master of the West Palace, Noble Concubine Ji, who was only thirty, and her delicate face was so distorted that there was no beauty left.

Except for the elder princes of the Tian family who are crowned kings outside the palace, only the concubines and young ones in this room dare to question: "Impossible, how could it be Yinli, he is only two years old." He even roared and went crazy , "Fake, the will is fake, it must be the ghost of that woman."

(End of this chapter)