Chapter 478: Guess who was the woman who died in the ice cellar

Xiao Yi squinted his eyes and said in a bad tone, "What does the prince mean?"
Chu Huainan knew he had lost his temper, and remedied: "Princess Baoyi was born beautiful and couldn't help but feel lonely, so she wrote her boudoir name."
Nan Baoyi was very embarrassed.
According to Shengjingcheng's rules, during the Qixi Festival, writing someone else's name on the lantern meant confession. She was confessed by Chu Huainan in front of her fiance, saying that the misunderstanding was due to her beauty. It really embarrassed her.
"It turned out to be a misunderstanding." Xiao Yi took the lantern from Chu Huainan slowly and discarded it on the ground. "If it is a misunderstanding, it will burn."
Chu Huainan stared at the burning lantern on the ground.
The tongue of fire leaped and swallowed up his boudoir name inscribed by himself.
And he didn't even have the qualifications and courage to get angry.
Xiao Yi is the hottest upstart in the court, even if he himself is a prince, he dare not even accuse Xiao Yi of committing crimes and destroying his things.
A gloomy flickered from the depths of his pupils.
When he raised his head again, he still smiled warmly: "Is the world going to put a lantern for Baoyi?"
"natural."
Xiao Yi asked the shopkeeper for pen, ink, paper and inkstone. On the lotus lamp he bought, he inscribed "Nan Jiaojiao" in three strong, paper-backed letters.
Nan Baoyi leaned aside to watch.
Xiao Yi banged her head with his fingers, and chuckled, "Get so close, be careful of your hair burned by the lantern wick."
"I'm not a kid, so I won't be so careless!"
The girl held the lantern in one hand, and the skirt in the other, leaping towards the lake.
Xiao Yi followed behind her, with a guarding appearance.
Chu Huainan's hands hanging in his sleeves couldn't help tightening, and the ink in his eyes became thicker.
Song Rou took his arm: "Why does your Highness like a girl who has a marriage contract?"
Chu Huainan was silent.
At first, when we met at Jinguancheng Bookstore, she was only curious about her.
Later, in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion of Shengjing Palace, he remembered that when she opened the door, the white lantern of the palace was grandly swaggering behind her, and he also remembered that she was holding the dragon's beard crisp, softly comforting his gentleness.
For a long time, he said: "Where love comes."
Where the love is...
Song Rou slowly let go of the hand holding his arm.
"His Royal Highness has never been moved to me." She touched her cheek: "But the person who has accompanied His Highness these years is clearly me. If I am as beautiful as Princess Baoyi, will Your Highness also be moved to me? What?"
She has an excellent background and reads very well.
But he has an ordinary appearance.
Perhaps in the eyes of those noble ladies, it is a good thing that the daughter-in-law looks unusual and does not like to show off, but how can the young man take care of those, the first thing they see is always the beauties in the crowd, not those with poems and books. Xiangfu daughter.
Inferiority complex spread deep in my heart, almost swallowing her whole person.
Chu Huainan was serious: "You are fine."
Although he admires beauty, what he admires more is the character of a woman.
Song Rou and his childhood sweetheart, he regarded her as a younger sister and could not throb at all, but Nan Baoyi was different. Nan Baoyi stood in front of him as a woman, but this woman happened to fit his possession of women. Aesthetic standards.
It's normal to be deeply affectionate.
Song Rou was silent for a long time, and then said, "You can't compete with Prince Jing."
"She once encouraged the loneliness to be brave. The loneliness has been fearful these years, and has no crown and authority. I think that whether it is a throne or a woman, I can try to chase it alone. If I want to come, she also appreciates brave men more."
Chu Huainan stared at the back of Nan Baoyi's lantern, his brows and eyes were gentle.
Song Rou closed her eyes.
The hands wrapped in the sleeves pierced the flesh and blood deeply.
The heart is sore and painful that it is dripping blood.
Lakeside.
The lantern with the inscription "Nan Jiaojiao" was put into the lake by Xiao Yi, drifting along the water.
The lantern reflected glazed light and shadow on the water, and when it reached the middle of the lake, it was picked up from the water by a well-knotted hand.
The man sitting lazily on the side of the ship wore a navy blue eunuch's brocade robe.
He stared at the handwriting on the lotus lamp and couldn't help but mock his lips.
"Tonight, on Chinese Valentine's Day, do you want to write a lantern?"
A charming voice came from behind.
The girl in the pomegranate red veil dress is leaning against the fan of the painted boat, her slender white fingers hold a fire butterfly with flapping wings, and the long, slightly curly sandal hair spreads like green silk on her waist and is caged in the lantern. The face in the shadow is not very real, only the upturned vermilion lips can be seen faintly.
Gu Chongshan played with the lotus lantern and ignored her.
Mrs. Liuhua is a social flower wandering in the Northern Wei Dynasty. Only at the beginning of the year did she secretly come to Shengjing City to prepare for the secrets of South Vietnam.
He remembered that Nan Baoyi had asked Mrs. Liuhua about it.
Why would she know that there is something that even Xiao Yi doesn't know about?
"Your family is a witch clan famous for divination and illusion." He stared at the girl coldly, "On the night of the first Yuan Festival, you used illusion to seduce Nan Baoyi in the palace lanes and let her go to the deep palace ice cellar. . Liuhua, you know her secret, don't you?"
Nan Baoyi lives in Jinguan City, but is well versed in the structure and rules of Xichang.
Even, some secrets are always known.
There was a faint guess in his mind, but it felt very absurd.
The girl laughed lowly.
The fire butterfly fluttered at her fingertips, the beautiful wings shook off the dots of fire, and turned into ashes when they touched the girl's clothes.
She tilted her head: "Do you believe in changing your fate?"
Gu Chongshan narrowed his eyes.
The girl played with the fire butterfly, as if murmured: "That year, someone died in the deep palace ice cellar. They were furious, so the world was full of smoke, and the countries were forced to get involved in a melee. They prayed for the Buddha, so thousands of Buddhist temples It collapsed during the war, and countless monks were forced into the battlefield and turned into cannon fodder. The nations were hungry and perished, complaints were filled, and the children were eaten...
"Later, some people ruined the 300-year national fortune, and some people bet on the eternal throne, just in exchange for that woman's life."
The girl laughed slowly, tears coming out of her smile.
She looked at Gu Chongshan with red eyes, "Guess, who is the woman who died in the ice cellar, and who is the two fools who set off the war, sacrificed the national destiny and the throne?"
The sound of the pipa painting a boat gradually faded in the dark night.
The truth from a distant past life quietly surfaced from the depths of the dark lake, cold and cruel.
...
After the Qixi Festival.
Because of Nan Baozhu and Jin Min, the Nan family and the Jin family fought in full swing.
As for all the operations that Nanjia Bank does, such as passbooks and insurance, the Jin family is bound to blend in.
However, the cash at Jinsheng Bank was not sufficient, and coupled with lack of experience, two months later, the people came to the door with their passbooks to withdraw cash, but the bank was unable to cash out the cash.
At this time, people everywhere panicked, fearing that they would never be able to withdraw the money they had saved, so no matter what, they came to the door and demanded to exchange cash.
Jinsheng Bank had a difficult turnover, and the cash was even more in short supply due to such trouble.
The people were furious, and even blatantly rushed into the bank to grab antique calligraphy and paintings, threatening to repay the debt with material!
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Today, I have a big discussion with the painter about the drawings of the second brother, Jiaojiao and Gu Chongshan. I haven’t been able to write enough three chapters, but everyone will soon see Meimei’s drawings.
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