Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 1

Smoked gauze, swaying in the breeze.

Qingyange felt a splitting headache, and gradually a glimmer of light appeared in the pitch-black world.

In the ear, there was a voice full of pleasure.

"Qingyange, hahahahaha, you can't think of it, today is your death day!"

very noisy?

What time of death?
Qingyange frowned slightly, her eyelids opened a gap, her eyelashes blinked slightly, and she gradually saw the situation in front of her clearly.

The red candle is lightly lit, and the wind carries the aroma of sandalwood.

The big red wedding gown was casually thrown under the bed, and a handsome man with a palm-sized face fell down on a corner of the bed, his eyes were full of disgust.

"What? How is it possible?" The handsome man saw Qingyange's glazed eyes open, and his face turned pale.

How could she not be dead? !
It was clear that he quenched the poison under the big red pillow, the poison had been used without trace, but it could kill a person once.

This is the poison given to him by his master, and it was used on Qingyange!

Qingyange frowned lightly, her pink lips parted, "Who... are you?"

"Hmph, take your life!" The man didn't talk nonsense with Qingyange, he turned around and pulled out a long sword from under the bed, and came towards Qingyange with evil spirit.

With this blow, he must be killed with one blow!

Qingyange shook her sleepy mind, her hazy vision gradually became clear.

The sharp knife was cold and approaching at a gallop with sword energy.

What does this man do?

Why kill her?
Qingyange didn't have time to think about it, she kicked her petite toes with a strong wind, and the long sword flew out.

Then, she spun around, exerted force on her feet, moved her wrist cleverly, and the man's hand was clasped behind her back. Qing Yange exerted force lightly, and there was a "click", and the man's arm was dislocated.

"Who are you?" Qing Yange asked coldly, pressing down on the man.

The man was pinned on the bed by Qing Yange and he was out of breath, the dislocated arm felt a heart-piercing pain, and large drops of sweat slid down his cheeks.

He turned his face sideways with great effort, and glanced at the lofty Qing Yange.

It's really beautiful and intoxicating. Her long hair spread out like splashed ink, her eyes looked forward, her skin was fat, her palm-sized cheeks, and her thin lips were bright red.

However, the man laughed mockingly. He bit off the poison hidden in his mouth viciously, and blood flowed out in an instant. He opened his eyes wide and stared at Qingyange with endless coldness.

"Qingyange, don't even try to get words out of my mouth, you, no, get, okay, die!"

After saying this, the man swallowed his breath.

Qingyange was at a loss.

She was just defending herself, so she can take back the dislocated hand.

Why is the man in front of her looking for death with a look of grief in front of her?
Qing Yange turned over and got off the bed.

Opening the veil, I can see the scenery in front of me clearly.

The floor is covered with thick velvet carpets with intricate patterns, clear and thin smoke rises from the exquisite incense burner, and a row of sarong lights sit on both sides, bright and dark.

There is a huge table next to the pear wood chair, and there is a chaise longue under the bed, surrounded by red, just like a new house.

Why is she here?

She clearly remembered that she was skydiving before she fainted!
As a result, she accidentally encountered a tornado that was rare in ten thousand years. She was sucked into the tornado, her body was blown painfully, and finally passed out in the chaos.

What is the situation in front of you?
While Qing Yange was puzzled, she inadvertently passed in front of the bronze mirror.

But with a casual glance, she was taken aback by the appearance in the bronze mirror.

She walked quickly to the front of the bronze mirror, and stroked her face with her hand.

what happened?

The face in the bronze mirror is indeed his own.

But that was me more than ten years ago, I guess I was fourteen or fifteen years old, with juicy cheeks that seemed to be able to pinch water, a pair of sparkling eyes, and pink lips.

Although this appearance is tender and tender, but this body is exquisite and exquisite, the waist is not enough for a full grip, and the rise and fall of her chest is a little bigger than her original...

She lowered her head and took a closer look, and she saw a pair of small hands that were delicate and delicate, as smooth as milk.

This is not right.

She is an adventure lover, Amazon jungle, Arctic glaciers, Antarctic exploration, skydiving and bungee jumping, etc., which one has she not personally experienced?
Surviving in the wild all year round, facing a narrow escape, how could she have such a pair of white hands?
Isn't she dreaming? !
"I can not be reconciled……"

"I can not be reconciled……"

"Save him, save him quickly..."

Just when Qingyange was sleepy, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

Qingyange pursed her lips and looked into the bronze mirror. She reached out to touch the bronze mirror with firm eyes, "Who are you?"

In her mind, she already had some guesses.

"It's me, I'm Qingyange, I hate...I really hate..."

The voice was exactly like hers.

Her voice was calm and calm, "Are you the real body of this body?"

Qing Yange is not stupid, this body is obviously not hers.

And the scene in front of her gradually explained everything, not the 21st century she lived in, but another time and space.

The soul occupying the body has always appeared in supernatural stories, but she did not expect to meet her today.

"Yes, please save him... I am willing to give you all my memories..."

No matter how unwilling that voice is, it can only accept the reality in front of it.

Qingyange squinted her eyes, and after thinking for a long time, her bright red lips slightly lifted, "Okay."

Since she took someone else's body and saved her life, she should repay her, right?
There is never a free lunch in this world.

Following Qing Yange's response, countless memories suddenly flooded into her mind. She felt a splitting headache, as if her brain was about to explode. She held her head and gritted her teeth to bear it.

The pain spread from the head to the limbs.

She panted heavily, adjusting her breathing.

Gradually, many memories that did not belong to her gathered in her mind.

She saw a different "Song of Light Smoke".

The breathing has calmed down, and the residual sound has dissipated.

Qing Yange looked at the incomparably beautiful face in the mirror, the corner of her mouth curled into an extremely beautiful arc, like a drop of blood, her eyes were eager to try, "Interesting."

Qing Yange twisted her slender waist, walked to the front of the bed, stared at the man who had died on the bed, and smiled more and more.

"Ah—help—there are assassins—"

"There are assassins—escort! Escort!!"

"Run for your life, run for your life—"

"Princess——Princess, come out quickly—you get out of the way—"

At this moment, noises and screams came from outside the hall.

Countless dishes were broken, and countless candles were extinguished.

Even Qing Yange saw a stream of blood spattered on the closed door with her own eyes.

(End of this chapter)