The gate of the palace opened, and Jian Yao stood at the gate, looking up at the palace that would imprison her all her life. After experiencing tragic civil strife, it was still magnificent, blocking outside eyes from peeking inside the high walls, but it still seemed

So fragile, so fragile.

Power? Status? Money? Love? It turns out that no one can escape the desires in this world. Maybe it is for themselves, but maybe not.

Jian Yao had a beautiful Jiannan flower on her head, her hair was in a high bun, and the green eyeliner at the corners of her eyes was slightly raised, creating a voluptuous and beautiful arc. After just a few nights, she seemed to have matured all of a sudden.

, the childishness on his face has faded away, and he has gained a bit of indifference and melancholy.

Of course, not many people noticed her change, except for Jian Mucheng, who stood at the top of the ministers, and Cao Zifeng, who was invisible among the ministers.

On the day Jimo froze, Jian Yao knelt outside Jian Mucheng's palace all night. That night, with light rain and gentle wind, Jian Mucheng picked up the oil-paper umbrella that Jian Yao had thrown into the rain, held it up, and quietly

Standing behind Jian Yao, Jian Yao's eyes were staring blankly at the eaves. The tenderness of this umbrella fell into the rain, but the curtain of dreams in front of Jian Yao could not hide the wind and clouds.

Cao Zifeng stood in the distance and looked at the two people in silence.

"The third..."

Jian Yao finally spoke quietly, Jian Mucheng's eyebrows moved and his thin lips pursed slightly.

"Brother Mu Cheng, is Jimo considered my third husband that you killed?"

Jian Yao's head was slightly raised, his eyelids were closed, and the rainwater fell from the edge of the umbrella, hitting his jade-like skin, spreading wantonly on his cheeks like tears.

The third one? Cao Zifeng was startled. If Jian Yao's marriage to Nanyang was a conspiracy arranged by Jian Mu Cheng from the beginning, it can be said that he indirectly caused civil strife in Nanyang and killed the country's leader. Needless to say about Jimo, this

What happened to the third one? Could it be that Jian Yao had married someone before?

"Brother Mu Cheng, do you want to take advantage of the relationship between you and me?"

Jian Yao stood up, stepped back and stood in the rain, turned around to look at Jian Muchong, Jian Muchong still didn't speak, looking at his sister for a moment.

"Brother Mu Cheng, I will help you get what you want, but you shouldn't hurt so many innocent people. Whether it's Yunxiu or Jimo, they have something that we don't have, and that is love...

To love someone with all your heart and without asking for anything else..."

The light reflected on Jian Yao's hair, giving off a silvery light. Only then did Cao Zifeng notice that Jian Yao's feet were still bare. At this time, she turned around and walked slowly out. Jian Mu Cheng's hand hanging at the hem moved.

In the end, Jian Yao didn't reach out, but her pace became faster and faster, and Jian Mucheng's figure was on her body.

Then she got smaller and smaller, her black hair flew up, her gown also flew up, and then she threw off her long sleeves, and the sleeves danced in the wind, like dancing butterflies. Cao Zifeng's heart was deeply touched, that scene was like Jian Yao

The transformation, in the rain, truly transformed into a beautiful butterfly.

The long copper trumpet sounded, frightening Cao Zifeng's memories. At this time, countless gorgeous white peacocks flew out from both sides of the road. They screamed and flew towards the tall palace buildings. The light feathers flying in the sky slowly fell,

Like flawless white snow, it embellishes the red silk carpet under Jian Yao's feet.

"Leqi——" The high-pitched voice of the ceremonial officer echoed in the huge venue. Jian Yao lowered his eyes and waved his arms lightly. The colorful silk ribbons wrapped around his arms were flying behind him in the morning breeze. When he raised his head, Jian Yao

Yao walked forward on the red carpet with a solemn expression.

Walking to Jian Muchong's side, Jian Yao leaned down slightly. Today, Jian Mucheng was crowning the Marquis of Nanyang on behalf of the Emperor of Tiandu. Although the two of them had special status, all etiquette still had to be followed step by step.

Jian Mucheng took the tray handed by the etiquette officer. On the tray was a crown made entirely of gold. On the crown were lifelike jiana flowers and rosefinch birds, which hung on both sides of the crown like steps, symbolizing the symbol of

Peace and prosperity in Nanyang.

Jian Mucheng gently held Jian Yao's hair with his hand, took off the Jiannan flower, handed it to her, and then put a golden crown symbolizing imperial power on her, and the sound of ritual music behind him suddenly increased.

"Li Cheng——" Another clear voice came out.

Jian Yao straightened up and did not look at Jian Muchong. He walked towards the palace indifferently. When he passed by Jian Muchong, he said coldly:

"As you wish!"

Cao Zifeng saw Jian Mucheng's body trembling violently, and even forgot to turn around and watch Jian Yao leave.

The long floor-length shawl was dragged behind him lonelyly. Jian Yao walked alone past the soldiers and ministers who were lined up. Before stepping onto the palace building, he tore off the petals of the Jianan flower in his hand and threw them into the sky. The flowers fell on the ground.

on the cold ground

, the petals seemed to be broken. The long hair behind her spread out like ripples. Jian Yao closed her eyes and stepped up the steps step by step. A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, but she could no longer find the original smile.

Pure beauty...

Jian Mucheng slowly turned around, looking at Jian Yao's back, his eyes dimmed. He knew that Jian Yao was really unwilling to forgive him this time. He also did not expect that Jimo would have such an important position in Jian Yao's heart. The day before he ascended the throne

Jian Yao came to Wan Lao Mountain in the evening

Sitting on the ice lake all night, Jian Mucheng did not dare to disturb her, so she waited at the foot of the mountain all night. It turned out that she was really getting older, and her heart was getting farther and farther away. Jian Mucheng clenched his palms tightly, feeling the suppressed love and difficulty

The **** of control burned his heart at the same time.

Jian Yao on the mountain muttered to himself against the rocks by the lake. At this time, she could no longer smell the sea breeze on Jimo's body and feel the warmth of his silence. She loved Jian Mu Cheng, but Jian Mu Cheng only loved rights.

, and she is just a chess piece. I still remember the shy look on Yun Xiu’s face on the night of Jian Mu Cheng’s wedding.

Jian Yao's heart was broken. It was the first time she saw him smiling at a woman other than her. Jian Yao knew that her "only" position in brother Mu Cheng's heart no longer existed. And to this day, Jian Mu Cheng still

She doesn't understand herself. It's not that she doesn't forgive, but that she is disappointed. She is deeply disappointed with Jian Muchong and herself...

"Jimo, I heard that the tea flowers in Dongyin Bay are blooming all over the ground, but I...can't see them..."

Jian Yao closed her eyes tiredly, hiding the bleak smile in her eyes. Sometimes she really hated herself for being able to see through the conspiracy of this world. If she could be more confused, she wouldn't be so heartbroken.

"Brother Mu Cheng, you said you would give me the best, but all I want is for the incense to bloom in the glass cup, and for the sun and moon to stay together by the mountains and rivers..."

Climbing up the palace building and arriving in front of the throne, Jian Yao turned around and faced the people of Nanyang. However, time was flowing freely in the world, leaving traces of time on everything. Looking at the majestic palace city at his feet, he recalled that he had been gnawed and dried by time wantonly.

The magnificence of Nanyang, and I will be submerged in the history of Nanyang, and then with a flick of my finger, it will disappear into ashes, with no escape...

Jian Yao slowly stretched out his hands, palms facing the sky, and raised them flat to his chest. All the officials at his feet knelt and shouted in unison:

"Congratulations to me, the new king of Nanyang, for his enthronement and may you live a thousand years, a thousand years!"

The market in Nanyang is still bustling. The reflection of the lake is as horizontal as a mirror, the willows are green, and catkins are flying. In the seventh year of Rende, the fourteen-year-old Jian Yao ascended the throne, was named the Marquis of Nanyang, and granted amnesty to Nanlu; the Emperor Tiandu was weak, and in March

While he was lying on his bed without going to court, the king of Yan, a branch of his clan, was eyeing the throne; the prince of Xize was a promiscuous man and hunted many men.

As a result, Empress Dowager Ying died of anger; the internal strife in Beili gradually stopped, King Xuan Ping was executed in the busy city, the prince ascended the throne, and Xuan Ping was granted military power to gullible people to frighten Beili; the Dongyin Houshuai returned with his army, and has been diligent in government affairs since then.
Chapter completed!