When Spring Comes

She can tell how bad the temper of the sage is today, she can see it only after watching one episode. Although these words are correct, they have really been told to your majesty. I am afraid that they will have to be beaten again! Hua Chun was a little confused, looking at these old men innocently with her eyes, and subconsciously wanted to shake her head to refuse.

However, before she could finish the movement of shaking her head, an old man with age spots suddenly wailed in front of her:

"The prime minister!"

The loud voice made Huachun tremble with fright, and looked at him in horror.

Li Zhongtang shook his throat and said, "If you dare not enter Faithful again, this country will definitely die! Instead of watching the Jiangshan defeated by the first emperor be defeated before our eyes, the veterans might as well go directly to see the first emperor!"

When he spoke, the rest of the people also agreed, with the determination to die and the grief of subjugation on their faces:

"If the prime minister doesn't want to take risks anymore, please collect the corpses for the old officials. Don't ask the castle to bury the bones, but please stay away from Yanjing! It is really shameless to face the ancestors of the Yuwen family!"

The voices of mourning and crying came one after another, like a memorial service. Outsiders who don't know the situation can't help but stretch their heads in and take a look, for fear that Prime Minister Hua is suddenly traveling westward.

Huachun looked at them with a tangled expression.

All the people in front of me are quite old, and in terms of seniority, she probably has to be called Grandpa, so she kneels and begs her, and she can't bear to refuse. But to agree, it really takes some courage.

Rubbing his butt, Huachun muttered quietly: "You have been hurt for a hundred days, and you will leave this to me to convey it. I'm afraid it's a bit late?"

When Taishi Tang in front heard this, he started crying. He laughed in the next second, took out a few dog skin plasters from her sleeves and handed them to her:

"Don't worry, the prime minister! The old minister specially came to deliver the medicine today. With this Shujing Activating Cream, you can guarantee that you can go to the ground tomorrow!"

So amazing? Huachun reached out and took it and took a look. The medicine smelled pungent, and the dark look was really unreasonable. However, she has read some ancient books, and many wild histories contain the magic of ancient plasters. Seeing how nervous these old men look like her, shouldn't it hurt her?

After thinking for a while, Hua Chun said: "Then try this medicine first. If it gets better tomorrow, then the official will go to the palace to face the saint. If it doesn't get well... please don't be embarrassed."

"Hey." Several veterans all smiled, nodded, and nagged to comfort her before leaving.

Pintan went out to see her off, and came back after taking all the courtesies into consideration. He squatted by the bed and looked at her worriedly, "Master, take care of me."

How can she take care? With the identity of Prime Minister Hua, he is simply doing his own death every day! Huachun made a bitter face, handed her the plaster and motioned for her to apply it, then sighed on the pillow.

Spring, San Chi Wei fate, a college graduate, how could there be so many fate and disasters? People always dress as a concubine or queen. No matter how beautiful they are, she is a great prostitute. She is better. She is a man, but he still has to be a man who can't live with the emperor.

What kind of grudge? Who will give her the right words? Can she go back to the modern age if she died here? If she could, she wouldn't struggle, and went straight into the palace and pointed at the emperor to curse, lying down and going home.

He closed his eyes and rested, feeling the slight coolness on his butt, Huachun felt a little sleepy, and fell asleep in a daze.

"Jinghua."

When I was sleeping soundly, I seemed to hear someone talking.

"Come back, Jinghua."

Food is rampant these days, even the obsession with ham sausage is so deep? Huachunba smashed her mouth, and an advertisement that she often saw on TV when she was a child appeared in her mind-the essence of ham, the king of lean meat!

I don't know who was so worried about the old brand, and even called in her ear.

Turning his head, Huachun continued to sleep soundly, somehow as if flying in the air, overlooking the entire city. There are no modern high-rise buildings. Looking down at the past, they are all antique pavilions.

A bit familiar.

"This is Yanjing, don't you remember?" Someone sighed.

Yenching? Huachun thought unconsciously, isn't Yanjing just Nanjing? In the ancient capitals of the Six Dynasties in history, where she lived, how can she not remember, it's just that the ancient and modern ones are really different.

The dense fog dispersed, she seemed to have wings, flying all the way from the streets of Yanjing, red lanterns and high cornices were constantly flashing in front of her eyes, and then there was a palace with red walls and yellow tiles, a majestic palace. The door opened, and all the way in were palace people with their heads down.

Continue to go in, cross the eight jade steps, and suddenly see the person sitting on the dragon chair.

Huachun was a little silly, she actually saw the tyrant and cool emperor sleeping on her forehead during the day.

His eyelashes are really long, black and dense like a small brush. When she closed her eyes, she was not as horrible as looking at it during the day, her body was like a sculpture, and she couldn't help but want to reach out and poke the biceps.

However, before she could get closer, Yu Wenjie suddenly opened her eyes, and a sharp light shot out from her eyes. Her heart sank in fright. Her limbs were taut, as if she suddenly fell down. Woke up.

Opening his eyes, there was still a carved wooden fence beside the bed in front of him. A cold sweat broke out behind Huachun, and he didn't recover for a long time.