Quick Walkthrough Strategy: Bing Jiao BOSS Begs To Let Go

As the weather gets colder day by day, the atmosphere in the palace becomes more and more dull.

In the winter of the seventy-fifth year of Dajue Yuan calendar, the first emperor passed away, the posthumous name was Deloitte, and Prince Sheng succeeded to the throne, and he was called Emperor Wuchang in history.

In the spring of the seventy-sixth year of the Dajue Yuan calendar, the emperor Lu Rong was given a glass of wine for the broken son and was exiled to the border with his family. Emperor Wuchang ordered him to get married in his own domain.

Yuan Guo sent envoys to come and wanted to pick up his princess, but Lu Sheng sent a word to the border.

"Whether your princess wants to return to China or not is your princess's business," Lu Sheng sat on the dragon chair, his expression calm, "If you really want to take her back, please go and ask yourself."

So the envoys rushed to the border again and again.

"Returning to China?" Lu Rong crouched on the couch, listening to the butler's transmission, without even looking up, "If you want to marry, get married, if you want to get married, get married, and get married. Are you the king, this is the vegetable market?"

Caifu shrank at the corner of the bed, hearing the harshness in his tone, and shaking her body uncontrollably when she thought of the methods on his bed.

Demon... he is a demon...

"Want to go back?" Lu Rong squinted at the woman on the bed. She was shivering with fright. She shook her head again and again, and smiled with satisfaction, "Hey, I know you don't want to go back. Wear it yourself. Good clothes and tell your people, you will not go."

Caifu endured the pain and put on her clothes, and walked out with an expression of trepidation.

She knew that this was the only chance she could get rid of this beast...

"I want to go back to the Yuan Dynasty and take me away." As soon as she left the house, Caifu rushed to the envoy and urged with an uneasy expression on her face, "Leave now..."

"It's not good..." Lu Rongyin walked out, ignoring the envoy's shocked eyes, and kicked Caifu to the ground.

"Why are you disobedient?" Lu Rong's eyes were dark, and his smile looked strange. "In this case, don't blame me for being cruel."

He raised his head and drank the last sip of the wine, and forced it into Caifu's mouth.

Caifu was choked with tears, and she lay on the ground and gasped.

Lu Rong also fell to the ground, laughing as he watched the dark red blood overflowing from the woman's mouth, completely ignoring his body that had gradually lost consciousness.

"How great... just accompany me down to Huangquan... don't even want to run away from me if you die..."

In the spring of the seventy-sixth year of the Yuan calendar, Dajue and his wife died in love at home. It is said that envoys forced the princess to return to China. The princess did not want to be separated from her lover.

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Three years later.

It's the season when grass grows and warblers fly. The winter chill in the capital has faded and business is booming.

In the past three years, Dajue has become more prosperous under the new emperor's governance, and has faintly looked like a peaceful and prosperous age.

The funeral period has passed, and the post-apocalyptic ceremony of the new emperor has become an urgent matter.

"You can't be tired of the queen... The emperor must go to greet her in person... It must be ten miles of red makeup that is not heavy..." Shang Shu of the Ministry of Rites worried about the list drawn up by the emperor himself.

How can there be such a post-season ceremony?

No matter how the Ministry of Rites scratched his head, Lu Sheng only knew that he was going to marry a wife.

After a long journey to marry a wife, I finally saw the dawn of victory.

Here, Lu Sheng was so excited that he couldn't sleep well for several days, while on the other side, Wen Xiao had a painstaking discussion with System Lord.

"Just one day... can't you stay one more day!"

"No, the subsequent data construction is unstable, which may cause unpredictable conditions at any time," A Liyi verbally rejected Wen Xiao's request, "at most the night of the wedding day, it can't be too late."

Wen Xiao curled his lips aggrievedly.

Without an inch: naked.

This plane has entered the countdown~