Chen Palace

Chapter 19 Dust and smoke
The envoy was expelled unceremoniously—even with Hulu Khan's personal letter, Yuan Qi didn't bother to accept it today. Seeing Hu Envoy's trembling and unbelievable eyes, the emperor felt more refreshed and excited. Before showing up, he patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Today, you are a great majesty for the heavenly court, which really opened my eyes!"

When he slapped it, in just an instant, the beauty fell straight down like a puppet—that pale face, and the bright red around her lips, looked particularly shocking.

At this moment, Yuan Qi felt that his heart and mind were lost, and he was so shocked and sad that he didn't know what to do...

Chen Lu felt as if she was walking through the clouds, in a daze, and the various experiences from a long time ago drifted away like a mirage...

That was her previous life, a short but bright life, there were many things that Changsheng did not want to mention, as if the scarlet scars were about to bleed at any time, some of them were still legends among some old people, some of the inside stories were not even clear to her Well, it was Hulu Khan, who was still the enemy, and later told him with a joke...

What happened so long ago...

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Jingle 17 years

It was the last prosperous age of the previous dynasty. Emperor Jing Le was extremely extravagant and forced countless strong men. It took more than ten years to build a palace that stretched to the sky in the capital. It was majestic and magnificent, like a fairyland.

The emperor didn't like cumbersome government affairs, but liked to ask immortals with Taoists and alchemists. For a while, half of the capital was covered by cigarettes, and the strange scent of sandalwood lingered for years.

Many years later, even though Yuan Xu, the great ancestor of this dynasty, who is also the "first emperor" in Yuan Qi's mouth, managed the world in a harmonious manner, there are still warlocks talking about that great Taoist event with great admiration.

However, extreme joy begets sorrow. The Emperor Jingle indulged in the way of immortality, while the barbarian Tatars in the northern prairie were ambitious and aimed at the splendid rivers and mountains in the Central Plains. It's a great piece of fat.

They stormed the North Gate like lightning, and a hundred thousand cavalrymen drove straight in like wolves, and within ten days or so, they arrived under the capital without any effort.

At this moment, Emperor Jing Le did a wonderful thing that made everyone dumbfounded, and also made an unprecedented joke in the history of Chinese warfare - he listened to the words of the magic stick, and actually let hundreds of "heavenly soldiers" who claimed to be possessed by the gods open the city The door, thinking that it can destroy the enemy barbarians.

The results naturally speak for themselves.

This battle was called "national humiliation". Those barbarians burned, killed, raped and looted in the magnificent palace, committing all kinds of crimes.

The fire burned blazingly all night, turning the sky into blood red, as if thousands of innocent souls were bleeding and moaning endlessly.

The people in the capital all covered their faces and wept bitterly.

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There is one person who did not cry.

It was a little girl.

She stood on the top of a big tree in the suburbs, her feet touched the tender branches, but she was as steady as a rock.

She is only eleven or twelve years old, she looks like a jade carved in powder, but she can already see the peerless beauty - that kind of appearance, it is not like a real person, it is like a banished fairy.

Especially those eyes, at first glance, are as clear as ice and snow, but deep in the pupils, there is a dark and melancholy like a mystery.

——Once a person sees it, even his soul will be taken away.

She watched the raging fire raging, and did not move her eyes away the whole night.

"This prosperous dynasty is beyond gold and jade..."

She murmured coldly, watching the flames flying across the sky, the ancient city that had gone through tens of thousands of years fell under the brutal ravages, and moaned.

"These Tatars are too arrogant... Seeing a few princes and generals with chickens and dogs, do you think that there is no one in China!"

Her eyes turned cold, she glanced at the miserable situation, and finally jumped off the tree.

After walking a few steps along the path, I saw the beautiful scenery all around, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, it was really a paradise.

She walked up to a mansion hidden in the corner of the mountain, without looking at its quaint charm and elegant style, she just glanced at the leucorrhea under the eaves, with a sneer at the corner of her mouth.

It's really hypocritical... If you really have the country in your heart, you can die in battle, why hide in this Beppu, enjoy the blessings, and put on airs at the same time? !

Instead of going straight, she ignored the disdainful eyes of the guards and walked diagonally to the small courtyard next to Beppu.

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"Miss Chen, you are back."

Not even greetings, the only serving maid just yelled, sat up lazily from her chair, and went back to the main house.

"You won't use it tomorrow."

The girl said coldly from behind.

The maid heard this, turned around, and looked at the little master in astonishment.

"Although there's not much oil and water here, it's still leisurely enough, and there's no fighting or scolding... But tomorrow, I'll let 'over there' be replaced."

The girl spoke her heart indifferently, and the last sentence shocked her.

"The Aunt Chen you served before was very inconsiderate..."

This crucial sentence finally broke the servant girl, she cried and knelt down: "Miss, forgive me, I don't dare to be lazy anymore... Please don't let me go back to Aunt Chen."

"If you want to stay here, you have to keep your duty and take good care of my mother... there is one more thing,"

The girl stretched out her slender fingers, and lightly pressed on the wooden chair, it instantly turned into powder and fell down.

"If you dare to tell anyone about this place..."

Her voice was clear and sweet, but what she said was the most terrifying words in the world.

The maid's body was shaking like chaff, and she didn't dare to resist at all.

"I dare not, Miss Chen...I dare not."

She left soon, and the girl went into the house, looked at the shabby and crude furnishings in the room, and looked at the pale and haggard sleeping face of her mother under the dim lamp, thinking that 'over there' was the laughter, Compassionate and filial to heaven, resentment is like waves, turbulent all over the body.

Thinking of the title of the maid just now, she added a layer of grief and hatred.

She said softly to nothingness:

"My name is Lin Chen, not the dust that was trampled on the soles of my feet."

Her eyes were piercing with fire-like confidence, and, born of hatred...ambition.

However, that small figure, reflected on the window paper, is erratic and lonely, with a different kind of sadness and sadness.

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Lin Chen's birth was a joke.

Her father is the well-known Mr. Zhaoyun in the Jingle Dynasty. He is handsome, unrestrained and suave. The grand sight of the man and a group of young handsome men toasting and stopping to write on the "Yusheng Building" is still known as a good story decades later.

He was born in a high-ranking Lin family, and he is so outstanding in himself. Emperor Jing Le's beloved daughter, Yan Lin Di Ji, met by chance and fell in love with him, unable to extricate herself.

Just like the traditional wit and beauty novels, good things take a long time. The emperor was reluctant to marry his beloved daughter to such a well-regulated family of aristocrats, and hesitated.

Lin Zhaoyun thought that there was no hope, depressed and frenzied, wandering in brothels, and woke up one day to find that she was sleeping with a "cheap" prostitute with tattoos on her forehead.

The so-called low status refers to the descendants of some criminals in this dynasty. They have tattoos on their foreheads. For generations, they can only engage in lowly industries such as prostitutes, bastard teapots, and even prostitutes under the control of the government. If they leave, they will definitely Severe punishment.

In the brothel, ordinary women only need to pay the ransom money, and they can leave generously and stay with Ai Lang elsewhere, but this kind of people who live in low status can only be in the eighteenth floor of hell for generations.

What a chic and suave character Lin Zhaoyun is, he had a one-night affair with such a dirty woman, and it would be ridiculed if he said it.

He ran away in a hurry, and in the next few days, thinking of this incident made him sick and scared.

The relationship between him and Yanlin Diji was finally so long that the clouds opened and the moon was bright. After two months, they tied the knot, but just at this time, a news like a thunderbolt came from the brothel.

It turned out that the prostitute refused to receive customers after the incident, was beaten and humiliated, and did not change her words. In the past two months, she did hard labor, cleaned the floor, washed clothes, and was beaten. She didn't care about anything, just hugged her belly Curled up to prevent people from beating her stomach, the old bustard realized something was wrong, and then revealed it—it was Lin Zhaoyun's evil seed after a night of trouble.

The paper can't hold fire, and this matter was exposed. It was the newlywed Yanlin Emperor Ji who cried all day long, hating Ailang's heartless and dirty. It was the head of the Lin family who cared about that piece of flesh and blood, and privately dredged the joints before getting the woman to the side courtyard of the Lin mansion.

When the child was born, Yanlin Diji was also pregnant - because she cried all day long, she still hurt her fetus.Under the urging of his father, Lin Zhaoyun reluctantly came to the other courtyard. When Wen Po reported that it was a girl, he only glanced at it and said disgustedly: "It's called Lin Chen, Dust Chen Chen."

(End of this chapter)