Vermilion Yingxue

Name: Vermilion Yingxue
Author: Guiyan

by Guiyan

ongoing Ancient Romance Ancient Love Female Lead

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55Kwords32chapters

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Ch. 32 — 孤舟

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The Great Zhou Dynasty has two ultimate colors The first is Shen Yanqing's Bai, a thirty-year-old prime minister who entered the officialdom ten years ago as the number one scholar, but now has power in both the government and the public. Civil servants bowed their heads, military generals obeyed orders, and even the emperor was afraid of three points. He often wears white clothes, his bones are broken due to disease, and he has red phoenix eyes with red moles. He is indistinguishable from male to female, like a cold lotus in the snowy mountains. He is beautiful but cold. The second is Zhao Lingxi's red, the emperor's favorite Princess Zhaoyang, whose red clothes are like fire, bright and domineering. Dare to challenge Shen Yanqing in the court, dare to break into the prime minister's house and throw his medicine bowl, everyone in the capital said that this ball of fire is so strong that it will be hot to the touch. Who would have expected that the cold lotus and the fierce fire would be tightly entangled by fate? From the confrontation in the court to the ordered visit, she stood up for her relatives, and he responded with iron rules; when she made mischief and got into trouble, he always calmly told the truth. The Jiangnan Salt Case brought out her uncle, and she was taken hostage during the border chaos. Every time she was embarrassed, her sickly white clothes stood in front of her. Zhao Lingxi gradually realized that his coldness was just a disguise - he remembered her favorite candied fruits and protected her, and he also thought of her safety even when he was ill. Shen Yanqing also understood that her fierceness was a bluff - her eyes turned red when he coughed up blood, she secretly added sugar to the medicine, and she even knelt down in red to plead for him. Until the golden walking stick reappeared, the scent of candied haws permeated the memory: the little girl in red who drove away the evil slaves for him after the Qionglin banquet ten years ago was actually the fire in front of him. What he guarded was never power and position, but the candy she stuffed in the rain that year "Isn't it bad luck to always wear white clothes?" He coughed and smiled, his phoenix eyes reflected her red clothes, his tenderness couldn't be softened: "Your red is bright enough." A powerful minister and a charming girl, white clothes and red clothes, ten years of bondage, from tit-for-tat to life and death dependence - her red clothes dyed with snow are the strongest wine, and his white clothes with saffron are the warmest medicine