Your Majesty, welcome back.”

The system says.

Fenghua opened her eyes and was covered with luxurious purple clothes. Her wide sleeves were embroidered with golden threads. She nodded coldly, "Yes."

"Your Majesty, tell you something." The system pointed at the opponent's finger, "You are going back."

go back……

These two words made Fenghua's eyes dazed for a moment.

She came to her senses, "That world... I'm dead... Go back... Where to go?"

The next second, it changed its previous cuteness and said:

"Come on your way back, go where you go."

"Ajiu, go back."

The word "Buddha" sounded faintly in my ears, and the tail sound elongated and slim aftertaste on the tip of my heart.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark.

The cold winter is cold and the snow is vast, the moonlight outside the window is thin and white, and the cold wind penetrates the paper-paste window, scraping the bones and urinating people.

The thin clothes and worn and damp quilts cannot withstand the coldness of the cold palace.

Dark, cold, wet.

Weak, pitiful, helpless.

Such a place can easily make people think of some bad memories

...Here I'm back.

Fenghua was in a daze, and hung some fine black eye feathers of frost-colored color, and trembled slightly a few times.

Some consciousnesses slowly regained.

The worn cotton quilt on her body, a damp and moldy smell that she had never seen the sunshine for many years, Fenghua reached out to lift it up with a little disgusted-

Unexpectedly, she was stunned when she raised her hand.

This is definitely not a pair of adult hands.

He is so thin and weak, and the light blue blood vessels on the back of his hands are too prominently raised, giving people a feeling of malnutrition.

Five or six?

After only one second of his stunned moment, the slender girl's hand gently and firmly lifted the quilt.

She traveled through countless planes and performed countless identities, coupled with her personality...

Nothing to be surprised.

Fenghua stood up from the wooden bed, and her little body, wearing only thin clothes, trembled a few times in the airy cold palace.

The cold palace is really cold.

There was once when she thought that she would be frozen to death in this cold palace.

pity……

Not dead.

Fenghua closed her eyes.

Some memories hidden deep in the brain seemed to be pushed a thin layer of dust away by the tiny hand that controlled fate, and emerged at a certain moment, becoming distinctly shocked.

This is an era of strong countries competing for hegemony and wars are everywhere.

Jiuzhou Great 6, with many countries standing in full swings and wars all year round. The corrupt regime like a mayfly died, and a new holy metaphor rose in the light...

This is Jiang Guo.

She is the princess of Jiang Guo, ranked ninth and unknown.

Wuming, he has no name since he was born, and the only person he knows is: Ajiu.

Why-

Her origin is not glorious.

The predecessor of Jiang State was Yan State. Jiang Zhongxin, the general of Yan State, was determined to rebel. He rebelled in Xinyang City. 200,000 troops rushed north and headed straight to the imperial capital.

The leisurely and elegant emperor of Yan State who only loves wind and moon was killed in the Golden Palace by Jiang Zhong on the spot.

And his queen...

The beautiful and famous queen of Yan State was defiled by Jiang Zhong, a traitor who coveted her!

This queen of the previous dynasty was the biological mother of Princess Jiang Guojiu.

What if the daughter of a queen of a previous dynasty is even with blood suspected to be on her body?

It's all wrong.

Her existence means absurdity, despise, shame, and disregard for human ethics...

Make people all over the world laugh!

Why not let her die in the cold palace!

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