The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 289: A Real Tyrant (1)
Tsing Yi pondered.

"No, the Lotus Palace is about to collapse."

Amidst the shouts, the beams in the hall collapsed, kicking up dust all over the place.

Chu Lin wiped his face, and it was covered with dust: "What about the princess?"

Stay, all die.Let's go, the master's lifeline is still...

"The whole army listens to the order." After a long pause, Tsing Yi said in a deep voice, gritted his teeth and said, "Withdraw."

The sky in the entire snowy area was shaking, the snow was clamoring, and the cold and severe wind caused blood to spread wantonly.

On the top of the snowy land, the army of the Three Kingdoms is stationed, and Lincheng is about to explode.

"Report!"

Yun Ning only raised his eyes, his eyes were heavy.

The person who delivered the report trembled: "My lord, something happened."

"Say!" The eagle's eyes were confused, and Yun Qi's God of War panicked.

"The lotus hall collapsed, and the iron-clothed guards came out to protect the deceased king." The soldier was said to be sweating profusely and trembling, "I have not seen the deceased princess alone."

The dead princess has not been seen...

The woman did not come out.

Yun Ningzhi's complexion suddenly changed, turning slightly pale: "I turned over this snowy land for this king."

For that woman, this is going to turn the world upside down.Li stepped forward: "My lord, I'm afraid that the deceased princess may be in danger."

The Three Kingdoms are close to the city, and there can be no mistakes. This beauty is no match for Jiangshan.

However, the God of War of a country expressed no expression, "I want to see people in life and corpses in death."

This beauty is enough to mess up the world.

The camp of Yuluo's army was also in chaos, and the leading general was Yuluo's son-in-law, Xiao Jian.

"My lord, I'm afraid people are gone."

"Gah!"

The pen broke in two, and a trace of blood oozed from the fingertip.

Xiao Jian's eyes were deep, and he was in a daze: "In that ancient tomb is Rong Jiu, that woman, how could she die, how could she die." Jiu Jiu said, "Dig!"

In Fengqing's right-wing army, there was a gnashing of teeth: "Rong Jiu, you dare to die!"

The army of one hundred thousand was stunned, looking at the figure of Prince Zhaoming rushing resolutely, when there was silence, Prince Zhong roared angrily: "What are you doing, you unfilial son?"

Xiao Fengge's footsteps paused slightly, without turning around, he said: "What are you doing, if she's not dead, I'll go dig her up, if she's dead, I'll go and bury her!"

Lifting his foot, Xiao Fengge didn't hesitate at all, he was so desperate.

Prince Zhong shouted behind him: "Tie this bastard up to me."

Immediately, the right-wing army stepped forward, with 10 horses, and there was no way to get through.

Xiao Fengge turned around, plopped and knelt down: "I beg you."

Zhaoming is arrogant, even Emperor Hui, he has never bowed before, this is the first time, he bent his knees for a woman.

You don't have to be proud, but you don't have to die?
Prince Zhong resolutely said: "Don't say anything, I won't agree."

Xiao Fengge raised his eyes, his face was pale and his pupils were red.

He said: "Father, the girl in the tomb is my life."

It turned out that he didn't have to die, he had already given Rong Jiu his life.

Prince Zhong waved his hand: "Go, I will pretend that I never gave birth to your son."

Xiao Fengge got up without any hesitation.

This way, no matter life or death, follow each other.

The wind and snow were light and heavy, and the snowy area was in chaos, because a woman was written into the history books.

The 29th year of Tiansheng is the third day of the new year.

Princess Feng Qing was buried in the ancient tomb in the snowy area, and the army of the Three Kingdoms was on the top of the snowy area. The beacon fire was not lit, and the wind and snow overturned the snowy area. It was not for the country, but for the beauty.

Two days later, the deceased princess was not found, and she became Qing Xuerong for Qing.

Two days later, the army did not go, the wind turned over the thick snow, and the dead king woke up.

In front of the tent, there were thousands of iron guards kneeling: "My lord."

"What about her?"

The voice is indifferent, without ups and downs, as if silent.

Suddenly, there was silence.

"What about her?" In the cold, there was a slight scorching heat.

Tsing Yi replied in a deep voice, "I don't see you in life or death."

After the words fell, there was a long silence, in the dead silence, there was only the noise of the wind and snow.

"Every person and thing in the snowy area lives on every inch of grass." Through the half-transparent tent, the man's side face was cold and cold, and he said with murderous intent in one word, "Destroy."

He started killing, only for his daughter, for her debt.

She said that he is not stupid, just because she became a tyrant.

Tsing Yi only said: "This subordinate deserves to die."

"Damn it." In the paper window, the face was like a dream, beautiful like an illusion, Xiao Shan smirked, "Damn it all."

After speaking, he fell down slowly.

"My lord!"

In the middle of the night, in the tent.

"Miss Liren, save my lord." In the tent, dozens of iron-boned men all had red eyes.

On the bed, the beautiful face was silent, on the forehead, the cinnabar was alluring, and an enchanting epiphyllum bloomed, as red as blood.

Li Ren sighed: "It's a flash in the pan, three years too early." Looking at the sleeping man, she smiled wryly, "Is it worth it?"

does it worth?
In the night, there was no answer, and the beautiful man never opened his eyes.

In the 29th year of Tiansheng, the sixth day of the new year: Yunqi's army hurriedly evacuated from the top of the snowy area, before the gunpowder smoke rose, the wind and snow were heavy.

In the 29th year of Tiansheng, the seventh day of the Lunar New Year: Under the lotus hall, the woman's skeleton was found, completely changed, and all the accessories belonged to the deceased princess. The son of Zhaoming was overwhelmed with grief and fell seriously ill in bed. The remaining two countries withdrew their troops, and the snowy land was completely destroyed.

In the 29th year of Tiansheng, the eighth day of the Lunar New Year: the deceased princess Rong of the Tian family died, and Emperor Hui's whole country mourned.On the same day, Yunqi became the king of Chu, named Qin Ge, the concubine of Da Sima, as his queen, and bestowed Empress Rongqi on it.

During the New Year's Eve, Yunqi had a blizzard and snow for three days. In the middle of the day and night, there was no star, and in the overwhelming darkness, Yunqi's palace shouted in alarm: "Quickly, hurry up and spread the word, Your Majesty, the Empress has woken up."

This night, I was shocked.

In the Yunqi Palace, the candles were brightly lit, the door was wide open, the footsteps were hurried, the wind that leaked in was blowing the beautiful tassels, in the swaying, the woman's figure was agile, she straightened up, her eyes widened: "Nimma, what's the situation."

The hall is empty, the veil is shaking, and under the open fire, it is resplendent.

Rong Qiannian rubbed her eyes and examined carefully, the desk of exquisite dusty fragrant wood, the screen with carved gold patterns, the soft couch of warm jade in Lantian...

Rub, what a rich man.

Rong Qiannian rolled her eyes, and said loudly: "Give me a breather."

Outside the hall, the little maid jogged over, gasping for breath, approached, bent down and knelt down: "Emperor, empress."

Empress?

Damn, this world is a fantasy.

Rong Qiannian turned over and sat up, straightened her posture, raised her chin at 45 degrees: "Come on, tell your empress, who is your emperor?"

The little maid raised her head and trembled: "I dare not, I dare not call the Holy Master by his name directly."

Rong Qiannian waved her face, but she was a bit dignified: "If you are disobedient, drag it out." With a lift of her finger, "Cut!" A word is very important.

Yo, the queen's shelf is very high.

(End of this chapter)