After the rebirth, I lay in the arms of His Highness and won

Chapter 1 Past Life
In the 26th year of Yuanshuo, midwinter.

Fengtian Chengyun Emperor, the imperial edict said: Xuanwu Hou Chuchun hoarded soldiers and horses privately, colluded with the rebellious party, conspired to rebel and cause chaos, punished the nine clans, and exiled and sold all the servants in the mansion.

At the beginning of the morning, the sky was bright, and the city was filled with mist.

A harsh sound of armor rubbing against each other, from far to near, stopped in front of a luxurious mansion.

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"Who, this early in the morning..."

Boom!The door that had just moved a gap was suddenly kicked open.

The doorkeeper staggered and lay on his back.

Lin was overwhelmed, saw that it was an officer and soldier, hurriedly got up, and calmly said:
"It doesn't matter which side you are, what's the matter, wait for Lord Hou to come back..."

Stepping in with a pair of cloud satin brocade boots, the dark patterns of auspicious clouds on the hem of the robe fluctuate when the wind blows.

"Your Marquis, you can't come back."

The clear voice is very pleasant, but without warmth.

Seeing the person coming, the boy shouted in astonishment:
"Master!"

Puff—a piece of bright red fell.

The leading general wiped away the blood on the short dagger, and said expressionlessly:
"Calling the Seventh Prince indiscriminately, you will be punished by cutting off your tongue."

Then he raised his hand and shouted: "Don't miss a single one!"

Disorderly footsteps, crying and scolding, lingering in the huge mansion.

Yun Jiuqing rubbed her sleepy eyes and stood in the backyard in a daze, not knowing what happened yet.

There are many female relatives crowded around, several aunts are trembling, their faces are as gray as a wall of earth.

"Chu Mu!" The silver-haired old lady leaned on her crutches and said angrily, "The Hou Mansion has raised you for more than 20 years, and in the end, is this the only way to repay you!"

She stood on tiptoe and turned her head to look.

Standing at the gate of the garden was a young man with a crow-blue cloak over his shoulders and half a bunch of black hair. He was against the light and couldn't see his face clearly.

A person who is both familiar and unfamiliar, her eldest brother in name.

"Repayment?" The man seemed to hear something interesting, and laughed softly, "Firstly, this crime of treason was not committed by the prince, but today he was just following orders. Secondly, if the old lady refers to I believe that the silver taels have been returned in full a few months ago, and after 21 years, it is only a lot more.”

"You!" The old lady clutched her chest, trembling with anger.

"Compared to what Chu Chun has done in recent years, it is kindness not to add insult to injury." The man lowered his eyes and slowly turned his thumb, "Remember, the king is the surname of the country. Don't count."

"Ancestor!"

The old woman fell down softly, and there was a burst of weeping.

In the chaos, she caught a glimpse of the mocking arc on the corner of the man's lips, without any nostalgia for this family.

The sky prison of Dongling Kingdom was dark and damp.

"Who is Yun Jiuqing?"

After a night of high fever, she got up unsteadily in her jacket.

"Come out!" The jailer opened the wooden door.

"What are you going to do?"

Two women stood in front of them with vigilant expressions.

"She's lucky." The jailer snorted coldly, "She's not in the Nine Clans, and her biological father has military exploits. The emperor forgives her. Tsk, it's really rare to be able to escape from the prison."

"Bah! How are you still protecting me? As I said earlier, an outsider, I don't know why he is obsessed with being raised by a daughter-in-law." In the corner, the fourth aunt hugged the youngest son and cried, "My poor son, he is only three years old." , to suffer such a catastrophe!"

"Er Niang, I..." She was at a loss, showing panic.

The older woman patted her cold little hands and sighed softly: "Don't think too much, this is a blessing, just leave the capital, the farther the better."

"No, father was wronged." She said eagerly, "I will find someone to help, you wait for me—"

Bang!The cell door was locked again, and two officers dragged her out.

Along the road, pairs of jealous eyes shone with hope and anticipation.

Wait for me—these two words echoed for a long time in the gloomy dungeon.

In the howling cold wind, she wrapped tightly in her silk-colored padded jacket, straightened her messy black hair, and first came to King Kang's mansion.

Pingyuan and Shi Zijun had just discussed marriage at the beginning of the year, and now that something happened in the Hou's mansion, they must be very anxious, right?

"Get out! Where's the girl, our palace has nothing to do with that traitor!"

The vermilion-colored door closed abruptly, almost breaking her fingers.

He staggered a step, stabilized his figure, and recovered after a while.

It turned out that without the Hou Mansion, she was nothing.

Rubbing his sore eye sockets, he walked slowly to the prime minister's mansion to the right.

Yin Xiang and his father were close friends and won the sacred heart.

"When I see you, it depends on the relationship in the past." The middle-aged man twirled his short beard and said calmly, "As for visiting the prison and reversing the case, I wonder how much money you have prepared?"

"Silver, take care?" She repeated blankly, like a parrot learning its tongue.

"Could it be that Chu Chun didn't leave a private treasury?" Yin Xiang reminded thoughtfully, "At a time like this, it would be boring to keep it hidden."

"No...the warehouse is closed, so I can't get any money."

The white and tender catkins were twisted like twists and turns. Under the eyes of the other party who was getting impatient, she hurriedly said:

"I promise, as long as you reverse the case for father and rescue the whole Hou family, you will be rewarded with a lot of money afterwards!"

"Come on, get out!" The middle-aged man shook his sleeves and hummed, "What is it, a waste of real time!"

The knee was smashed, and half of the body hurt from the fall.

If it was in the mansion, there would have been a bunch of people yelling and coming to comfort and coax him.

But at this time, apart from the people pointing around, there was only a solitary slanting shadow for company.

She gritted her teeth, crossed the long street resolutely, and knocked on Cao Guogong's door.

Lord Chu's comrade-in-arms for many years once praised her for being smart and cute, and she is a kind-hearted person.

"Niece Yun, the old man is willing to help, but..."

"I don't have any money." She said awkwardly, "Please ask my uncle to pay for it first. After the matter is completed, I will return it double. If you are worried, I will be a slave and a servant, and I will pledge it to your mansion..."

"Hey, it's more common to talk about money." His straight eyes followed the exquisite body carefully, and stopped on that sweet face, "Just go to uncle's bedroom tonight and have a good chat." , everything is not a problem."

She was frightened, and backed away in a daze.

Cao Qiu smiled and took a few steps closer: "My niece is sixteen this year? How can I look at it? She still looks like thirteen or fourteen, so immature..."

When they escaped from the Duke's mansion, the sky was already dark, bright candles were lit in every household, and smoke was curling up from the kitchen.

Suffering from hunger and cold, she found a bridge hole and spent the night in fear.

The next day when I got up, my legs were trembling and I was groggy.

Shaking her head and recovering a little clarity, she wandered the streets, wondering who else could help.

Suddenly, he thought of his good friend Qin Qiyu, who was smart and smart, and would definitely be able to advise her.

I dare not break into the main entrance of the servant of the household department.

Fortunately, there was a small hole in the back wall, specially reserved for them when they went out naughty on weekdays, leading directly to the boudoir.

However, a moment later, biting her lip, she got out of the small hole, her jacket was so dirty that she couldn't see its original color at all.

After enduring tears for a day and a night, they finally poured down.

"Woooo..."

Tears were salty, washing over the dusty little face, leaving behind mottled marks.

What should I do, what should I do?
She had no way out, and she was at her wit's end.

Walking to the alley like a ghost, several people passed by chatting.

"Have you heard that the entire residence of Marquis Xuanwu was beheaded?"

"Ah, when did it happen?"

"At Maoshi today, the heads of Lord Chu, his son and several males were hung in front of Zhengyang Gate, as a warning to others."

"This is too bad..."

"Shh, that's what you deserve, 280 five people, blood flowed like a river..."

Her brain exploded, and she roared angrily, "Impossible!"

Regardless of the strange eyes around him, he ran like crazy towards Zhengyangmen.

Impossible... No... These people are talking nonsense!
They are alive and well, still waiting for her.

Waiting for her, looking for a chance.

The cold wind blew on the water-stained face, like a thin blade cutting through the delicate skin.

In a trance, I heard someone shouting urgently: "Be careful——"

Boom!The petite body was thrown high, and then fell hard with a thud.

Large patches of bright red immediately bloomed.

"Oh my god, I killed someone!"

She lay on her side, her pupils gradually dilated, the pain caused by the high fever disappeared instantly, and her whole body felt light and comfortable.

Are you going to die?Good... also good...

She can, reunited with everyone.

Anyway, in this world, no one cares about it.

pat, pat.

A pair of brocade boots, stepping on the bluestone road, appeared in the blurred vision.

The visitor squatted down halfway, and from her angle, she happened to see the lapel of the robe.

With a slightly open neckline, a small red mole was dotted on his delicate collarbone.

"Qingqing..."

The deep voice seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

No one has ever called her like this before, with a hint of loss, bewilderment, and a little pain.

The man didn't seem to understand why he acted like this, why he called out like this.

As she was dying, this soft murmur seemed to flow through her dry heart like a warm stream.

I really want to ask, who are you?
Unfortunately, she couldn't speak anymore.

Darkness struck, and consciousness fell into an endless abyss.

　Reminder, there are a lot of foreshadowing, you can guess the ending just by reading it, it’s not my style, everything that is unreasonable has a reasonable explanation, you can find the answer slowly by yourself, don’t think that you haven’t read it~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)