The last emperor of the Han Kingdom, a generation of heroes, the first enemy in the life of the pottery merchant, fell.

Watching Liu Bei's head fall to the ground, at that moment, the potter's heart swelled with endless joy, as if the thorn in his throat had finally been pulled out after so many years.

Comfortable! Rejoice!

At this moment, the potter was relieved, and thousands of emotions swelled up, and all kinds of past memories surfaced in his mind one by one.

He remembered that when he was in Xuzhou, he was driven to Haixi by Liu Bei, and he was extremely distressed and almost forced to death.

He remembered that he fought back, recaptured Xuzhou from Liu Bei, and recaptured Mi Zhen's joy.

He also remembered that for so many years, he drove Liu Bei to hide in Tibet like driving cattle and sheep, and he was embarrassed.

In the end, he remembered how he thwarted Liu Bei's invasion again and again, and finally overthrew the puppet Han established by Liu Bei.

To this day, Liu Bei was sent to the guillotine, admiring Liu Bei with his own eyes, and his head was cut off by his brother.

"It's a pleasure, it's a pleasure, hahaha-"

The potters couldn't help but laugh wildly, and the heroic laughter echoed on the city tower, echoing in the sky above the northern capital of the empire.

"Long live my emperor—"

"Long live my emperor—"

In front of the city gate, those relict ministers of the Han Kingdom, the new people of the Great Wei Dynasty, saw the heads of the faint monarchs they hated fall to the ground, and they were moved to tears one by one, and knelt on the ground in pieces, shouting long live to their new emperor Mountain, expressing gratitude and loyalty.

The potters stood at the head of the city with their hands in their hands, calmly accepting the kneeling of the people, listening to their shouts of long live to their own mountains, the sense of achievement of the emperor who was high up and in control of everything, it was so cool that it could not be described in words.

"The feeling that the whole world is trampled under your feet, cool!"

When the potters enjoyed the emperor's superiority, Zhang Fei, who had killed Liu Bei, had already thrown down the bloody knife and walked down from the guillotine.

There is no sadness, no self-blame, Zhang Fei's emotions and expressions are surprisingly calm, and the whole person is as relaxed as a relief.

"Father, are you alright?" Hongfu greeted him, with the word "care" written on his face, obviously worried about Zhang Fei's spirit.

She naturally thought that Zhang Fei was forcing herself to kill Liu Bei with her own hands, and she must have experienced unprecedented pain and suffering in her heart, and she must be in a heavy mood at this moment, and she needs to be comforted by her as a daughter.

She was wrong.

Zhang Fei's originally calm face even showed a hint of relief, and he smiled faintly: "You don't have to worry about your father, for your father, killing Liu Bei is still a relief, from now on only for your father can you travel lightly, serve the Son of Heaven, and atone for your father's stupidity." ”

Hongfu suddenly realized, seeing his father so open, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and a relieved smile appeared on his pretty face.

The sound of the mountain calling long live has resounded in the ears, and the ministers of the Great Wei on the city tower were infected by the people below, and they all followed, calling long live towards the pottery merchant mountain.

"Long live my emperor!" Zhang Fei also knelt down on one knee and bowed to the potter in a tone full of respect.

Red Whisk turned around, a pair of bright eyes looked at the figure of the real dragon from afar, looked at the figure that stood majestically, like a god, and looked at the heroic face, ruling the world, the domineering aura of self-respect.

In her mind, she couldn't help but think of the promise made to her by the potter outside the big tent that day.

A trace of shyness suddenly appeared on the girl's pretty face, and the eyes that looked at the potter also quietly added a little pride.

That expression is like a young girl waiting to be married in the spring, proud of her future Langjun and the person she likes.

"Long live my emperor!"

Hongfu also knelt down, followed everyone, to the emperor of Da Wei, to the lover who admired her, long live the mountain, and vented the admiration and love in his heart.

……

In the evening, a grand celebration banquet was held in the palace, in the golden palace that belonged to Liu Bei.

The first mortal enemy in his life, Xiaoqiang Liu Bei, who couldn't be killed, was finally cut off his head, such a great thing that made people applaud, how could the potter not drink and celebrate.

In the main hall, the aroma of wine is strong, the meat is fragrant, and those Le Ji left by Liu Bei are dancing and dancing in the hall.

The potter sat on the dragon seat, admired the dance of the beauties, and looked at the lively ministers, with a smug smile on his face.

His gaze passed through the ministers, and unexpectedly, he fell on the body of the red whisk.

At this time, because her father Zhang Fei was able to be relieved, she was naturally happy and interested, and drank a few more glasses.

Looking at it from a distance, I saw that her pretty face was slightly drunk, white and red, and she was extremely moving.

Unconsciously, the potter's wanton gaze fell on her, and she didn't leave for a long time.

After drinking a glass of wine again, Hongfu was already a little overwhelmed, feeling slightly drunk, and when he raised his head, he met the wanton fiery gaze of the potter.

Looking at each other, the potter squeezed towards her, and the meaning of flirting was undisguised.

The red face suddenly flushed, the eyebrows flowed a little shy, the red lips pursed slightly, and there was a little bit of no complaint, as if complaining that the potter was in front of so many ministers, and he was light and rude.

But she thought about it again, she had promised her life to the potter, and the potter was also her unmarried lover, and they looked at each other, which was also flirting between lovers, and how could it be regarded as frivolous.

Thinking of this, Hongfu smiled shyly, and the pulse in his eyes gradually appeared.

It's just that, after all, she is a Humen girl, and she is still a little reserved, and she is still a little uncomfortable when so many people look at the Son of Heaven for her bad eyes.

So, after hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but feel ashamed, and Hongfu excused himself to go out to get some air, get up and leave.

Looking at her departing slender back, the potter's eyes couldn't help but fall on her tight and tall buttocks, and the posture of twisting away was extremely attractive.

"You drink first, and I'll get some air." The potter smiled, got up and walked out of the hall.

Stepping out of the side hall and turning out of the corridor, the potter saw a beautiful figure standing on the side of the railing, graceful and moving, the night breeze swayed her hair, and the silver moonlight dyed her already white face as white as snow.

She just stood against the railing, her arms under the railing, her body leaning forward slightly, the placket of her clothes slightly open, the crisp peak hanging, and the hips slightly raised back, which made people think about it.

The moonlight is thick, the beauty is present, in this situation, how can the potter restrain the raging fire in his chest, he pounced on it in a few steps, and hugged the red whisk tightly in his arms from behind.

"Ahh Red Whisk was startled, screamed, and subconsciously wanted to struggle.

"Don't be afraid, it's my ......"

The potter pulled his arm behind her chest, hugged her *** tightly, put his mouth against her jade neck, and whispered behind her ear.

The familiar breath quieted the red breeze for a moment, and the strong male breath stroked her ears and neck, stirred her heart, and then made her tremble all over, so soft that she lay down in the potter's arms as if she were boneless.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing......" Red Whisk complained shyly.

The potter hugged her tighter and said with a smile: "I saw that you didn't eat a good wine, and you ran out by yourself, I was a little worried, so I came out with me to take a look." ”

"Hmm." Hongfu was too tightly bound by him, snorted, and said in a low voice: "Hongfu is just a little too strong to drink, so I want to come out to breathe and sober up." ”

"I see, I thought you were signaling me to come out and want to have a private meeting with me." The potter's smile became more and more wicked.

Red Whisk was immediately teased by him, and pouted and complained: "What is Your Majesty talking nonsense, when did Red Whisk signal Your Majesty." ”

"Didn't you?" The potter pretended to be at a loss, "Shicai is in the hall, when you and I are looking at each other in the hall, I obviously see you eyeing me and secretly sending autumn waves, isn't that a hint to me?" ”

"How can I have, Your Majesty, you are so annoying." Hongfu was extremely embarrassed by the potter's teasing, couldn't cry or laugh, turned around, and hit the potter's chest with a pair of pink fists.

Looking at the coquettish beauty in his arms, the potter was in his blood, and he couldn't help it, and kissed her fiercely on the red lips.

(Yesterday, there was a special Valentine's Day special chapter, there are a lot of benefits, everyone pay attention to the swallow WeChat public account: Tang Yan returns (or tangyanguilai), wonderful waiting for the reward)