The emperor's life is just to the yang, but she is a daughter, yin and yang. The ancestor of the Great Zhou Dynasty also had an empress with a similar personality to her, and the empress ended up alone, at the age of twenty-one, and all kinds of encounters were similar to her.

The unfortunate growth environment, the cherished people died tragically one after another, and the empress was called a madman until the empress died.

There is a dragon vein buried in the underground of the Great Zhou, and the dragon vein originally came into being, which existed to protect the people, but because of evil magic, it began to absorb the sorrows of the world.

Especially the emperor on the dragon chair, the clouds gather the luck of the world, as long as he sits in that position, he is the true son of heaven, an emperor is better than millions of sentient beings, is the desire of the people, is the sum of all the people.

The emperor rarely died well.

On the one hand, the dragon vein needs to be supported by the common people, living on the popularity of the common people, and on the other hand, it is absorbing the suffering of the human world as nourishment and accumulating strength.

This world is not worth it, this country is not worth it, and this human world is not worth it!

The only thing she could think of was a draw from the bottom of the kettle.

If all of this is destroyed, the dragon veins will also die, and those who secretly set things right will be empty because of this.

The previous emperors were all forbearing, for the overall situation, for the people, but what did forbearance get in exchange?

It's just an endless cycle that goes on and on.

"Ha ......"

If the world is destroyed, if the living beings are destroyed, if there are no more people in this country, the dragon vein will no longer exist.

On the day of her accession to the throne, she walked up to the altar step by step, she held the male soldier in her hand, and she had prepared a holy decree.

Kill!

This life is nothing but a ridiculous joke, born to suffer.

Kill!

She is no longer a good person, what she has learned over the years is to be ruthless, and to do whatever it takes to achieve her goals.

Kill!

She had nothing for a long time, and she ......

What is there to lose.

When the dragon vein is extinguished, in the future, there will be people who will rebuild their vitality in the destruction.

She ascended to the altar and told the heavens according to the ancient rites.

But what is this 'heaven'! She broke the sacrificial incense candle in her hand.

The arrows broke through the air, the scuffle broke out, and the bloody scenes were like that day again, and it was the appearance of the brothers being tortured and killed in front of her.

The sky that was originally hazy and gray had been dyed red with blood, and the night was bloody.

The life of the human world is really worthless, worthless.

Even, it's not as good as an inch of grass mustard.

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King Wenyuan hurriedly entered the palace, and saw that Zhou Yanqing had fallen asleep for some time, and the fourth prince, Zhou Yun, was guarding the side of the dragon's bed, he covered his lips and coughed in a low voice, coughing up purple-black blood.

King Wenyuan's expression was solemn: "Qing'er, she ......"

Zhou Yun endured his cough and nodded, "Let's go, let's go out and talk about it." ”

King Wenyuan pursed his lips.

After the two walked out of Zichen Palace, they glanced at each other, and their hearts were heavy.

Zhou Yun remembered in a trance that four years ago, when that man appeared in the palace, when he was pushed into that bloody room, the prince who was driven crazy, the second child with a broken body, and the third child who was dying.

When it was his turn, he saw Xiao Jiu's eyes bloodshot, the bottom of her eyes seemed to be bloodshot, and there were many things broken and annihilated under her eyes, and finally turned into sadness and monstrous hatred.

Those memories stuck in his throat. "I've said it many times ago, the throne is not suitable for her. ”

King Wenyuan was also a little desolate, "Qing'er was still so small back then, and her thin shoulders supported you for a piece of the sky, even if the day had already collapsed, she was still holding on hard." ”