Interstellar Love Story: Young Girl Spirit Hunter

"Then how do I know which is the soul fragment of the star?"

Hua Canling took the soul fixing bottle with red eyes and asked coldly.

She could no longer bear the taste of losing the cone of the star, which would make her want to destroy the whole universe.

Now, even if there is only a little hope, she will hold on.

For two generations, they are still nominal husband and wife. She doesn't want it!

In this life, she must have a child with him that belongs to both of them!

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Red walls, green tiles, magnificent buildings and jade buildings are the dreams of many women and the nightmares that many women can't escape.

The red wall, I'm afraid, is dyed with blood by countless buried youth and lives.

Ming Feng Dynasty.

The colorful glazed palaces carved with dragons are shining in the sun and resplendent.

However, just behind the magnificent, there is a small courtyard, which is dilapidated, like a grain of ash sprinkled on the golden silk.

Gray walls, leaky tiles, clothes, quilts and furniture that even maids dislike are placed neatly and orderly.

No one could have imagined that in such a courtyard, there lived the most noble woman in the Dynasty - the new queen of the Ming Feng Dynasty.

Under an evergreen tree, there is a feldspar chair.

But at the age of 17 or 18, Zhuge Shuiling lay on it bored.

Half squinting at the golden light sprinkled on the evergreen tree, and staring at the little green insect shuttling back and forth among the leaves. Looking back on these days, she felt that she was haggard, like an old woman in her 70s and 80s. Her eyes were heavy, her face was dead and boring.

Even the world of little insects is more interesting than her dead!

Without complicated and luxurious clothes, a green coat will wrap his body; Without any valuable ornaments, a piece of wood is all.

So shabby.

In fact, Zhuge Shuiling doesn't care about these external objects.

To her dismay, as a new emperor, the scope of daily activities can only be in this square yard of no more than 50 square meters. It is called self-cultivation. In fact, it is because the new emperor doesn't want to see her.

On the first night of her wedding, she divided the most remote and lonely courtyard in the imperial palace to her. Then, it was eroded by wind and rain for many years, and there were even traces of moths. It shook and shook. If it was touched gently, it would fall down and run away. It looked like a dangerous house. A plaque was hung on the eaves of the door that would fall down at any time: Fengqi palace.

What a ha ha.

Fengqi palace is the name of the dormitory of queens of Fengming Dynasty. However, no matter which generation of palace is, it is all majestic. Each palace has at least seven wing rooms, and more than ten ear rooms arch a main bedroom.

In addition, there are all kinds of entertainment items and all kinds of ingenious designs, and the beauty of the garden. It will never be this ragged courtyard that leaks the wind. It can't stop the rain even on rainy days, and it can't cover the light when it's out of the sun.

People are queens, and she is also queens. Think about what others live in, and then look at what you live in. Tut Tut, the effect of shielding against wind and rain can't even compare with the thatched houses in the poorest countryside.

She had heard the maids whispering in private: there was no such dilapidated courtyard in the brilliant palace. The new Emperor Huang Mingfeng deliberately destroyed the courtyard like this and left it for the new queen to live.

Zhuge Shuiling, who knows the cause, can't help but ha ha.