The fate of the wealthy girl

From 1455 to 1485, England's Lancashire Dynasty and York Dynasty exploded to fight for the throne of England, known as the rose war! The name originated from the red rose and white rose, the family emblem of the two royal families.

After decades of extremely cruel and fierce civil war, countless princes and dukes participated in the struggle for the throne, resulting in countless deaths and injuries, and the smoke of gunpowder was everywhere!!

On that day, snow flying, covering the cold mountain forest, the black castle, suddenly opened, the first knight, dressed in Royal gold armor, holding a long sword, rode on the galloping white horse, flying, behind the flag fluttering in the wind, a white rose design, magnificent in front of the crowd!!

King Henry VI personally led the officers to raise the flag to meet, ordered to kill all the York family!

All of a sudden, in the wild, the howls of war broke out one after another, and the horses roared and roared. The two royal families roared and killed one after another, each wielding their long swords mercilessly. Blood was dripping everywhere and the snow was covered with snow!

Among them, the York family, wearing platinum armor, is the most heroic, holding a long sword, riding on a snow horse, with a quick and sharp speed, he killed countless Lancaster family soldiers. Everywhere he went, blood splashed terror!

Countless soldiers retreat one after another!!

He continued to roar, and then waved his Ruby sword. With the momentum of chasing the wind, he waved his sword and cut down the Lancaster family soldiers

In the distance, a black horse galloped. A knight broke through the encirclement with a long sword, and killed countless York family soldiers. Looking forward to the York family, he was wearing platinum armor and wearing white rose logo. The knight's eyes were hot. He waved his sword and drove away. He kicked the horse's leg and flew away. When the soldiers approached, he cut his sword straight to his neck! !

The horse roared up to the sky!

He vomited blood and waved his sword in his hand to repel the soldiers who had attacked the encirclement. The horse broke through the encirclement and galloped forward. Who knows that there is a dark mountain forest ahead. The horse can't pull back its legs, hiss and roars, and takes its master to fall into the White Mountain forest!!

Mountain forest terrain dangerous, forest road more and more down, finally is the wanzhang cliff!!

In order to protect its owner, the horse realized that it was going to go straight to the cliff. When he saw a tree with a hundred years old in front of him, he could not pull back his legs, so he made a final hiss. The horse's head directly hit the tree pole, the blood splashed, and rolled to the tree. The master fell down on the snow, and his helmet fell out. His face was extremely beautiful, facing the sky, with long curly hair of pure gold, revealing his noble pedigree and close his deep eyes , pointed Eagle nose, but a little gentle, thin lips gently open, falling pieces of snow

The horse's body was lying on the snow. The horse's head was covered with blood and stuck on the snow. With big round black eyes, he looked at the master lying on the snow. He didn't move, but the blood overflowed from his steel armor The horse wanted to hiss for its master, but he lost all his strength. Finally, he had to close his eyes and accept God's arrangement

At this time, the sky drifted snow all over the sky, the dusk gradually pressed down, and finally the hissing stopped. Finally, the white rose, like when it came, fluttered and came back full of victory. However, the man with the purest noble blood, mysteriously disappeared in this war.

Outside the world, York army, victory into London, the world in the mountains, but a quiet overflow, only the silent sound of snow.

Night, the moment came, the man's last blood mark, completely buried.

War, always take the soul to God for peace.

Snow white, maybe God's tears, in this war, how many wronged souls have been killed in the war. Maybe the common people really don't understand this kind of peace.

The snow lasted two days and nights, and stopped in another night. The moon hung high in the wind, and the silver light fell in the forest, but it was getting colder and colder.

The horse had been buried in the snow, but he accepted God's last pity. The cold wind blew the snow away from him, and the snow falling on his lips gradually melted, like the nectar of God, gradually overflowing into his body

In this way, two days and two nights, he relied on this nectar to support his life.

Night, the wind is so strong, and then blowing the ground countless fine snow, the moon gradually into the cloud Teng.

Black, so black.

Until, far away came a gentle step in the snow, and even floated like a little starlight, but the starlight did not move so fast and gentle.

As the light point approached, a gentle shadow really appeared in the white snow and dark mountain forest. She had dark red long curly hair, fixed her forehead with long thin braids, and put snow-white flowers on her left and right sides. She was wearing a long skirt with snow-white but old lantern sleeves. Her long sleeves even hung down to her thighs. She wore a black robe, holding a lantern, and went to the side of the snow Coming, her eyes, pale blue, gentle as water, pointed high nose, a few freckles, pink red lips, was frozen red, the whole perfect little face, also dropped a small spot

She continued to carry the red lantern and was about to cross the mountain forest. However, when she passed a small hill, she suddenly tripped under her feet. She called softly, and the whole person threw herself on the snow --

"Oh, the damned snow..." Holding the soft snow, she was about to stand up and pick up the lantern, which fortunately did not go out. She wanted to curse. But in the moment of turning around, by the light, she saw a man lying on the snow with most of his body covered, only showing a handsome face. She screamed with fright "My God!! Who is this? Are you dead? "She quickly pulled on her hat, put it on her head and held a lantern. She didn't want to meddle. After many days of war, the corpses on the ground were numb. She lowered her head and walked forward quickly. She stepped on the soft snow and made a squeak. Let's have a long lace skirt and swept across the snow

After walking for a long time, she suddenly held the lantern and stopped. At this time, a gust of wind blew, falling white snow. Her gentle eyes blinked, and she felt that the man might not be dead. She turned around and looked at the man with some taboo. The snow covered his face again, as if to bury his life. The girl's blue eyes floated a little When she took a breath, she lifted her long skirt. She walked in the heavy snow and came to him. She lifted the lantern. She saw the man's great face. In the snow, she was still handsome. Her eyes blinked, and her long white hand fell gently on his nose. She found that there was still a little warmth. She exclaimed in surprise, He quickly threw the red lantern, knelt on the snow, stretched out his white hands, and desperately dug out the snow on the man

“HEY！！ Are you ok? " She nervously dug out the snow covering him and watched him fall asleep with worry. Then she exhaled her white spirit and tried to dig out the snow from him

“HEY！！ Are you ok? " Moreover, only when he dug his pure hair on his shoulder, could he find that his hair was as hard as gold on his shoulder The more confused she was, the more she braved the cold, knelt on the ground, dug out the snow that covered him, and let the wind blow. The snow fell on her golden red curls, her oval face, and between her beautiful nose wings

"Hi!" Her hands were almost frozen. She looked up and saw that he was still asleep. She thought of a saying from the owner of the garden that the brave soldiers would not faint or die. They were just asleep. Her eyes flashed smartly and gently, but subconsciously she breathed a brave breath again. Suddenly, she stretched out her little frozen red fist, wiped her body, and slammed it on his face Close your eyes and beat it!!

"Ah A voice came, the man actually woke up, the expression of pain on his face, a heavy breath.

She smiles in surprise.

At this time, the snow is still flying, there is a gentle girl, do not know that in the other end of the forest, broke a two big branches, gritted her teeth to endure the cold, took off the armor of the man, and then carried him into the dense branches and leaves. In this cold night, she pulled him forward step by step, and the little orange lantern moved hard among the trees Move.

The world has changed, and the Yorkers continue to march into London and will be king.

The next morning, the sun is too bright!

A vineyard stretching to the distance covered several hillsides. The leafy branches were sealed with strips of cloth. Under the management of the head of the vineyard, the long path of the vineyard appeared in order. In the hearts of the British people, wine was God's gift to mankind.

A woman, dressed in an old snow blue skirt, wore two long braids, white pearl flowers, inserted in the braid, and then back, like a blue butterfly in winter, she lifted up her long skirt, put the wine varieties just arrived in France into small bottles, and went to the manor

"Mr. Charles!" Holding a red wine bottle in her hand, she happily rushed into the owner's room. Just when she was about to report, she saw a man, nearly 40, wearing a snow sleeve shirt, holding a woman on the sofa and kissing her

Jennie could not help but exclaimed, recognizing that this woman was not the gardener's wife, but the Viscount's mistress!

Then, as expected, Jennie was whipped again, and then wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth and walked out of the room.

"Oh!! Damn it The nigger came over with a snack in his hand. Seeing that Jennie was beaten again, he pitied her and said, "your two sisters have gone to the Duke's ball, but you are beaten here."

Jennie didn't say a word. She took her long skirt and let the white lace between her sleeves fly in the air, but she walked quickly to the kiln. In this vineyard, which is about to be forgotten, it seems that she is the only one who loves it most.

The kiln was small and locked by a wooden door. She carefully carried the bottle and opened the lock. She walked into the kiln and saw a man, dying, leaning against the barrel, continuing to fall asleep. She lifted up her long skirt and immediately squatted beside him. In her blue eyes, she showed a little gentle light. Last night, she painstakingly smuggled him into the vineyard and did not dare to walk around Go, had to send him into the wine kiln!!

“HEY？” She crouched down beside him, reaching out her hand to call him gently.

But he continued to sleep, curly hair drooping, that noble breath, sent out.

She continued to look at him for a long time. Suddenly, she could not help holding the wine bottle in her hand, suddenly opened the wine cap, gently lifted his small face, and wanted to inject him with a little warm liquor

Helpless crimson blood, from the mouth outflow.

She looked at him anxiously for a long time, but at last she could not help lifting the red wine. She raised her face and took a big drink. Then she bent down and held his firm face. She hesitated and gazed for a long time. Finally, she decided to kiss his thin lip, move her face, and pour the liquor into his lips graduallywww.readwn.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!