Disgraced Consort

Suddenly, a palace lady came forward and led thirty-two beautiful ladies, divided into two columns, and walked along the asphalt-colored tunnel to the depths of the palace.

Here are the two ceremonial gates. Except for the emperor's court, the rest of the palace people, even the concubines, must walk under the court.

This is just a rule in the palace, and for the chosen showgirls, the rules in the palace are far more than this one. The seemingly careless rules, once violated, are often fatal.

This group of thirty-two beautiful ladies is the third draft in the ten years since Emperor Xuanyuan was elected, and was also the daughter of a distinguished family, so the manners are impeccable.

At that time, the sobbing in the inside of Yu, and when he was going, he only turned into a touch of hope on Jiao Qiao's face.

Yes, all the tears should have shed, and the rest should be the hope of this emperor Xun Yuan.

Once chosen on the side of the king, after all, it is the wish of most family women.

Because the heart is proud.

Even if this harem is one of the most splendid prisoners, it is a tomb that has swallowed countless faces.

For most of them, in the end, it is the place where dreams start.

Thousands of pets are the end of this dream, but not the only one.

Because of this reason, although the show girls all need to wear a pink leno skirt and comb the dreaded bun, but the hair accessories on the bun do not have uniform regulations, which has also become the first place for show girls.

Xi Yan walked in the last column of the right team. On her bun, she only wore a glaze Xi Yan hairpin, which was given to her by Mu Yao.

Before her father died, she had to wear pink clothes and slings, but this indifferent hair accessory was just an idea.

Wearing a tulle felt hat, she could still tell that Mu Yao was walking slightly to the left of the left team, but her bun was only decorated with a few pearls, in this colorful queue of beautiful women, Not striking.

Isn't she willing to enter the palace as a concubine?

Xi Yan's slender hands slightly gathered the tulle blown away by the cold wind, but only this one, his hands were also cold. On the side of Yongdao, you can also see the finely crushed ice chatter. This winter in Tanxun is really cold.

What made her even more chilly was her father, her elder brother, who was gone.

I do n’t know if I can keep the second leg.

All this constitutes the only color for her this winter, and she can't cry anymore.

The tears that shed inside Qian are her only luxury.

The **** was dressed in a straight blue shirt, bent down and bowed to lead the way, but a tea kung fu walked to a temple, and the grandma in the palace greeted him. Here, Xi Yan was tested for the first time. For the first time, he was placed on the upper end of his right arm with a blood-red gong sand.

This means that she is still a virgin.

In this gong sand, only the family women who have run for election will be marked, symbolizing chastity, and even more, they have once been fortunate to be the emperor's woman.

The emperor's woman, these five words, rolled over from Xi Yan's heart, and only exchanged a shallow arc on her lips.

Even though half of the show girls will lose.

Following the guidance of the grandmother, she came to another hall, where the showgirls who had completed their physical examination were waiting to be called.

At this time, because there was no previous restraint, the familiar girls had gathered together early and whispered in a low voice.

"Sister Yue, you're Taifu's daughter, should you ever see the emperor? Tell me, what does the emperor look like?" A pretty girl wearing golden silk flowers asked the little girl to smile a little.

The Taifu's daughter, but in two or seven years, was born beautiful and pretty. Among the beautiful women who removed the tulle felt hat, they were still outstanding:

"There is no man like His Majesty like a **** in this world. His handsomeness is unmatched by any man ..."

Taifu's daughter, when she said this, had a glorious glimmer in her eyes. That kind of brilliance was a yearning hope, and she brought her daughter's house to the shame of referring to the man in the heart.

"Huh, what kind of flowers are so fragrant?" Suddenly, a beautiful woman asked softly. In this question, the attention of the rest of the beautiful women was collected from Taifu's daughter.

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