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In the 20 years of Yuandao, it was hot summer, at noon on a scorching day, burning with fire, green leaves and red flowers, red walls and yellow tiles.

That night, it suddenly rained heavily.

In the Qiankun Palace, candles were burning everywhere, and everyone knelt down.

The thin and pale emperor was pushed out by the arms of the two guards with swords. In fact, there was no need to mobilize the crowd at all, because the emperor had already been frightened and trembled, his legs and feet were weak.

Outside the palace, corpses were scattered all over the place, and the rainwater hit the ground, but the inexhaustible blood could not be washed away.

The moist, bloody smell pierced his nose, almost nauseating.

In the heavy rain, the sound of horseshoes sounded, compact and swift.

A dark shadow broke through the night.

The emperor was rudely pushed to the ground, his white and tender palms were cut by stones, and the rain soaked his ink-like hair, making his face look pale and sick like a handful of snow.

The sound of horseshoes gradually approached, and the bright yellow figure was still so bright in the night, but the black figure suddenly seemed to be nothing.

The emperor seemed to be bent down by the heavy rain, and he had already lost any strength in his body.

The rain that drips on the eyelashes forms beads.

There was a strong and bloody smell, and just as the steed was about to step on the man under him, he was grabbed violently, and the horse's hoof was raised almost as high as a man.

The bright yellow figure escaped unharmed.

She didn't seem to notice the danger coming, and raised her eyes ignorantly.

I saw a man in armor riding on a horse. The armor was stained with blood and its original color could no longer be seen. In this wind, rain, mud, mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, it was as if death had come to the world.

He has broad shoulders, a resolute and stern face, and the aura honed on the battlefield makes one feel that standing in front of him is an unsheathed murderous blade.

Looking down at the emperor from a high position, those eyes were as sharp as a falcon, awe-inspiring and chilling, which made people feel sore, and dared not look directly, as if they were contemptuous and disdainful of an ant that could be crushed to death with one hand.

"Shut up."

Leaving this sentence, the man left.

Only the emperor was dumbfounded, staring at the man who was gradually disappearing.

The mouth opened and closed, the eye sockets were red, like joy or sadness.

Brother Xiao Yu.

【Ding!The villain's degree of blackening has reached 80%!]

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The walls of the palace are really high, even if Yan Ran raised his head, he couldn't see the side.

She has been locked up for two days.

The Qiankun Palace was deserted and deserted, and there was no one in sight. The eunuch would come only when there was a meal, but he would not stay for too long. He would leave immediately after delivering the things.

The storyline begins.

The protagonist, Ye Yu, is the fearsome regent who holds a lot of power. In front of the imperial power, he almost covers the sky with one hand.

The previous emperors were extravagant, tyrannical and innocent, and ignored the affairs of the court. Before they knew it, they had already been dismissed. By the time they realized it, it was already too late.

And Yan Ran was just born of the most unfavored concubine. Her mother and concubine came from a humble background, but she was just a maid beside the queen. Because of her beautiful appearance, she was favored by the emperor and put on the dragon bed.

The emperor was originally a person who loved the new and disliked the old, and soon lost interest in her mother and concubine.

In the harem, there is no emperor's favor, no backing, no huge background, only being bullied.

The queen couldn't swallow that breath all the time, and designed to make the mother concubine have an affair with a guard. The emperor was furious, cut off the guard, and put the concubine mother into limbo.

And Yan Ran became the most humble prince.

In the end, when he was forced into the palace, all the members of the royal family died under the blade, except for the little transparency of the cold palace.

Also at this time, the protagonist did not cut off Yan Ran's head immediately, but chose to push her to the supreme throne.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is just a cover, and the emperor is just a puppet at the mercy of others.

Ye Yu's life experience is just like what is depicted in the magical picture book. He was a beggar when he was young, begging on the side of the road every day, but he has reached his current position step by step.

However, no one knows the darker secret.

At first Ye Yu was not a beggar, on the contrary, he was the prime minister's youngest son.

Eighteen years ago, the prime minister was utterly loyal, unparalleled in the country, and full of talent. There are countless students of the prime minister in this world.

The emperor was licentious and trusted treacherous ministers, how could the prime minister watch the country ruined and his family destroyed, so he played on the memorial, but the loyal words were harsh, and the treacherous ministers fanned the flames in the emperor's ears.

A generation of loyal ministers was driven to a dead end only because of the emperor's suspicion and fear. A half-lord is like a tiger. , the three hundred and twenty-six dead souls of the Prime Minister's Mansion lingered.

Only the youngest son escaped unharmed because of his playfulness.

Yan Ran and Ye Yu are separated by a sea of ​​blood and deep feud.

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A country cannot live without a ruler for a day.

Before dawn on the third day, Yan Ran was called up. One piece of clothing was heavy on the slender and thin body. The crown on her head represented power and extravagance. She half-covered her pale and charming face, like the snowy moon in a mirror, the more she half-covered it, the more heart-warming she was.

Yan Ran was flocked to the court, and the dragon carved on the dragon chair was exquisite and lifelike, as if it would fly away in the next second.

Wearing heavy clothes, she walked up the steps step by step, getting closer to the dragon chair that represented power.

Turn around, stand on top, and look down at the people below.

The moment Yan Ran sat down, all civil and military officials shouted "Long live my emperor, long live, long live", while kneeling down, covering a large black gauze hat.

The deep and thick voice echoed in the court for a long time. Among the ministers kneeling row after row, the man standing at the forefront of all the officials was so hard to ignore.

He was alone.

The wide sleeves of the black embroidered python robe looked at him getting taller and taller, his brows and eyes were lazy, and the bottomless eyes were like a deep pool of deep water, so that people had nowhere to breathe.

Yan Ran said something flat.

This enthronement ceremony is as perfunctory as you want, just like the emperor sitting on this dragon chair is as useless as you want.

After it was over, Yan Ran was taken to the imperial study room again, and there were tall and burly guards guarding the door, who seemed to be protecting, but actually being guardians.

Yan Ran sat on the couch, not daring to move, her slender and thick eyelashes hanging down, trembling.

After almost a stick of incense, there was the sound of steady footsteps at the door, and the respectful and awe-inspiring salute of the people at the door.

The eyes of Yan Ran who had been lying on pins and needles lit up, and even his pale and beautiful face seemed to be shining brightly.

The sound of footsteps gradually approached, and a tall and strong figure walked over with the light behind his back.

I didn’t lie to you about adding more, but I’ve been very busy recently, and I’ll add more when I’m done.