Bai Yueguang Breaks Up Everyday

"I pooh pooh pooh--"

She was so weak that she grabbed a big rock and spit out several mouthfuls of mud and sand. Her beautiful teeth were about to be knocked out!

The amount of exercise today exceeded the standard, and it took about an hour to swim from the moat to its sister river, and then from its sister river to its descendant river.

In short, after all the hardships, her white mermaid was finally able to go ashore.

She was so weak and couldn't help but admire her foresight. When she was in the palace, her mind was not idle at all times, and she made a great "Escape from the Palace Full-Level Strategy".

These include, but are not limited to, "riding on the dog emperor's head and making him unbearable and leaving", "riding on the head of the queen dowager so she can't bear to order her son to be separated", "riding on the head of the minister and making small reports every day so that they can't bear to petition and leave." "Wait, the risk factor is relatively high, it is easy to play the miserable BE ending "After the cold palace is abandoned."

Seeing that the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, so weak I had to wrong myself, chose the worst strategy, and jumped into the river to escape.

Such a weak person still cherishes his own life, and carefully study the large and small rivers near the capital, so as not to get lost if he accidentally swims, and is forced to cos with the savage and play the ancient version of the jungle survival game. According to the surrounding topography, natural vegetation and other characteristics, she is so weak knowing that she did not swim wrong, and she has arrived at the destination.

"Snee!"

So weak sneezed, and a period of water vapor spurted out of his nose.

This river is called Yunv River, which often produces rough jade stones, so it gets its name. There is a village nearby called Yunv Village. With the help of one-stop jade service, every household has become a well-off home.

There is nothing else here for the weak election. This small village has a large flow of people and many foreign faces, and from time to time, people run into the river to dig jade in spite of the obstacles of the villagers.

She slipped into it unobtrusively.

It was this dress that was so red that it hindered her performance of passersby's acting skills, like a big family's little lady who fled the marriage and threw herself into the river.

She was so weak that she took off the red satin phoenix skirt with gold thread and the heaviest layer. She stood by the river and waited for a rabbit. She squatted to a hapless guy who sneaked in and wanted to make a fortune. The crown slips away.

I didn't know that the other side was crazy because of her "drafting herself into a river".

From day to night, the work of salvaging in the moat has never stopped. From the previous number of more than 300 people to more than 700 people, the densely packed, dignified atmosphere is triggered again.

The hearts of the ministers were more like falling into a frying pan, frying and frying and stewing, and they did not dare to sit on the chairs. They all stood, their legs numb.

Your majesty’s **** doesn’t touch the ground, who dares to sit?

Yan's weak clothes did not replace the soaking soft armor and inner lining, and the hair was dripping with water, and his face was cold, "Yan hates water, I will ask you one last time, how about people? Is this drama? Did you collude well?"

A pile of corpses lay beside the moat, and he carefully identified them one by one, without her face.

Yan Qianyi felt desperate on the one hand, but couldn't help but feel lucky on the other.

To see people alive, and to see a corpse when he died, does he not see her body, does it mean that she is still alive? Live where he doesn't know?

Yan Qianyi would rather bear the humiliation of being deceived than face the fact that she committed suicide.

"Yeah, the collusion is good, she's okay, she's swimming in the river, and she will float up when she gets tired of swimming."

Yan hates water because it doesn't add oil and salt, and doesn't eat hard or soft. No matter what he asks, he always puts on an awkward expression of "I'm about to ascend to heaven, can you please don't bother me".

"Tell her whereabouts, I will save you from death."

Yan Henshui said "Yo", "Our Yan family has poured out an infatuation. She is alive and you choose someone else, but when she is dead, you are thinking about it. It's really good."

Yan's weak clothes tightened her lip line.

"You know. You know why-why did I choose a palace lady."

In that case, he could only choose Yuan Qiao'er.

Yu Gong, as a monarch, must give the courtiers an explanation. If he ignores the fact that she betrayed and turned to the enemy, and indulges in her favor, how can he rule over the people in the future? Ten thousand steps back, even if he ignores the people's hearts and becomes a faint king who has misunderstood the country and elects her in full view, the huge public opinion will be enough to crush her.

Yu Si, Yan Qianyi had fought against this little emperor uncle several times. The latter did not play the cards according to the cards, and was used to backtracking. It is hard to guarantee that his temptation was just trying to tease him, and the selected person would die instead.

Because of his weakness, he raided in a hurry, and the surroundings were not prepared enough, so he only allowed people to change the clothes of the rebels, mixed into the secret passage crowd, and waited for the opportunity to save the queen.

He hates her for lying to him, hates her for surrendering to the enemy, and hates her half-heartedly towards Qin Muchu, like the new and tired of the old, what can Yan Henshui, the crazy sick child, give her?

Power? wealth? Beauty? Still gentle?

Apart from not being gentle enough, what is worse than him?

But it's no longer useful to think about it.

At the moment when he made the decision, Yan Qianyi had anticipated her emotions, shock, irony, and disappointment. He thought that she would be disappointed in him, but he had never considered that she would be desperate, so desperate that she would be cut off from him, and jumped in. In the cold moat.

The Yan clan was founded for thousands of years. The moat was built and destroyed, and then built again. How many corpses sank into the dark darkness and built them into the bones of imperial power. He is a king, a king who holds the power of life and death, and how many lives are in his eyes. When the imperial power is unstable and the road ahead collapses, he thinks he will sacrifice some people without hesitation, paved his feet and can move on. The way to go.

When she was turned into a red wave, she put her arms around his neck and shouted out the letter to her. He became sensitive and suspicious, and he was anxious for two years.

Then Yan Qianyi thought again, forget it, don't love it, don't love it, he finds a girl who loves him more.

Even so, Yan Qianyi never thought of asking her to die.

He wanted her to be jealous, to lose her, and to regret that she missed herself for life. He wants to be the bloodiest scar on her heart, and he won't be able to heal for the rest of his life.

Before his revenge succeeded, his retribution came.

He was caught off guard, and he didn't make any preparations.

How could she say so decisively that the next generation never want to see him again?

How could she, while smiling at him, let the biting river water soak her warm body?

How can she--

Yan Qianyi's blood surged, and it became harder to breathe in his chest.

After another seven days, the remnants of the rebellion were basically eliminated.

Yan Qianyi stayed up for a few days and couldn’t carry it anymore. He squinted in the chair for a while, until the father-in-chief Li Jinxi awakened him softly, "Your Majesty, the minister has important matters to report. The Ministry of Water is on the tributary of the moat. At the lower reaches of the Goddess River, a female floating corpse was found, dressed in a red dress, and she was roughly similar to Miss Zhen Jia..."

The title Empress Empress became a taboo in the harem, and no one dared to mention it.

All the concubines present have witnessed the scene where His Majesty jumped down the river and went crazy looking for someone. At this moment, who would dare to offend the emperor's heart?

Yan Qianyi's eyes suddenly turned black, he raised his hand to stop his father-in-law's support, gritted his teeth and said, "Take! I! Go!"

In a room where the corpse was parked, the corpse of the woman in red was carried alone on a wooden board. The clean white cloth covered her body and face, faintly filled with a rotten stench. Tianzi sat on the side of the bed, his fingertips trembling slightly, and he lifted the white cloth, his face was soaked in the river water, and his eyebrows were unrecognizable.

He believes this is not her, it is definitely not her.

She is so cunning, so smart, and so beautiful, how can she make herself look so ugly? Didn't she say that she wants to live longer than the bastard? How could you be willing to live to an abrupt end to the age of twenty-three?

Yan Qianyi ordered the entire city to be searched, but still found nothing.

For the next three years, he had no news of her, just like dewdrops in the night, disappeared from the world at dawn, and there was no trace of it anymore.

The concubines in the harem have not been favored for three years. Even Yuan Qiao'er, the guy who everyone thinks is most likely to be included in the harem, still waits for the queen mother in the Shou’an Palace. Become an old girl. The women, including Yuan Qiao'er, had some opinions, but they dared not mention it to the king. They all made an appointment, grabbing the veil, and crying before the mother.

The queen mother bite the bullet and talked to the emperor about this, but the emperor said that he wanted to dismiss the harem and adopt a clan son to become the prince.

The queen mother was stunned.

The concubine was dumbfounded.

The Manchu civil and military is even more confused.

The only happy person is probably the clan family. The elders called their descendants to the ancestral hall, and told them to show their lives in front of your majesty, and let them inherit the foundation of the future. Before they were happy for long, the harem was in chaos, and the concubines seemed to have agreed, and forced the king to take their lives back, otherwise they would crash and die in front of the Golden Temple.

The noise was quite vigorous.

The Jin Dynasty was open and allowed second marriages, but the concubines didn’t think so. Since they all became the emperor’s women, they should also be prosperous and wealthy for the rest of their lives. The empress is no longer there, and the emperor’s heart is tired. When everyone is not stupid, how can they be willing to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

In front of the Jinluan Temple, the emperor looked at them with too cold eyes, and finally lifted his thin lips.

"allow."

He allowed them to stay in this cannibalistic land and continue to enjoy the false prosperity.

The harem resumed its excitement. The emperor chose people to wait for the bed every day. The dragons were fierce and fierce. The concubines looked like peach blossoms, showing off their graces intentionally or unintentionally. Then they found that the emperor was covered with rain and dew, everything was equal, and no one took advantage.

On August 15th, the Mid-Autumn Festival, the palace set off a special fireworks, more than a hundred frames, star bridge and fire trees, the scene was spectacular.

Yan Qianyi supported his chin and looked at the bright scene in the distance. Small golden lanterns, silver moths, heavenly immortals, pavilions, etc., outlined a prosperous world.

And he wanted to see this prosperous scene with his Nantang girl.

Since ancient times, Nantang has been a gathering place for great scholars and clear streams. It hates extravagance and extravagance. Even celebrating festivals, there are only a few shabby fireworks. She has never been to the capital. She can only imagine the grandeur of the fireworks from his few words. He secretly kissed her under the vine frame. When she stared in irritation, he must raise his hand and swear that she promised her one promise after another, half coaxing. Half a lie, only in exchange for Qingmei to calm down.

He said that one day, he would personally design the appearance of fireworks so that she would be drunk in the beautiful scenery.

On August 22, Yan Qianyi changed into plain clothes and went to Jialan Temple. This day is the Christmas of the ancient Buddha, and there is a light-up blessing gathering at Garan Temple. At night, the incense is lingering, the lights are like the day, the red silk is flying on the blessing tree, and the soul seems to be washed from a distance.

He didn't take anyone, and when the dew was still in the morning, he rode to Garan Temple on horseback.

There are many surprises.

When Yan Qianyi traveled as an emperor, he was all cleared, and he had never tried to be crowded by so many people.

A girl wearing a cone hat was squeezed into his arms.

"Girl, are you okay?"

He stabilized her.

The other party shook his head and bowed again, avoiding him and walking towards the female family.

Yan Weak Yi was stunned.

The girl is really like her, she looks alike, and tastes alike. She doesn't like incense, and she doesn't use fragrant soup to bathe, and she wears a scented sachet with her.

...Sound?

He squeezed away from the crowd, and lifted the girl's cone hat amidst the curse.

no.

"Ah, the prodigal son, shameless!"

The woman was quite strong, so she kicked him viciously, Yan Qianyi was silent for a moment, and whispered softly, sorry, I thought you were my wife, I confessed to the wrong person.

Yes, he has often identified the wrong person in the past three years. He has a three-point similar body shape, five-point similar dress, seven-point similar smell, and nine-point similar back.

He has admitted wrong several times.

Not him every time.

Yan Qianyi stepped into Buddhism in low spirits. He donated the sesame oil money and asked the little novice monk for a glazed lamp. Among the sandalwood scented, under the compassionate gaze of the burning Buddha, his palms trembled and lit it himself. The wisp of red wick.

When she is there, her side is like a lamp.

When she was away, the lights went out.

The emperor who did not believe in the Buddha held the lamp, lowered his forehead, and knelt before the Buddha.

He asked the Buddha, his "past" is dead, will the "future" come?

The Buddha smiled and let the wind blow out the lamp in his palm.

So panicked he knew the answer.