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The Imperial City of Kyoto, at this time, everyone is in danger.

Prime Minister Wang Cheng went on a killing spree, and all those who were dissatisfied with the succession of the second prince were killed, and the already shaky court was in turmoil at this time.

Because the new force has no eldest prince, people are soft-spoken, the imperial uncle and Ning Guogong and others have a secret discussion, the second prince has no imperial qualifications, and in the end he will only become a puppet, and the Fu dynasty is likely to disappear.

So these royal children, the final fate can be imagined, for the common good, these idle princes have to get together and conspire together.

But where to start?

The second prince had an edict, and Emperor Jianyuan died on Chinese New Year's Eve, and was buried the next day according to the rules, when everyone had not reflected it, when everyone had just woken up.

The heavens of the Zhou Dynasty have changed.

The founding year is forever a thing of the past, and now it is the spring of Zeyuan.

The eldest prince was charged with killing his father, and he didn't know where he was, nor did he know what the truth was.

Prime Minister Wang looked at his grandson sitting on the Jinluan Palace, with an unpredictable expression.

This yellow-toothed child who doesn't know the height of the sky really doesn't have any success.

I thought that everything was under control, but when it came to implementation, it was not so easy, and those idle princes who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, although they did not openly oppose it, but they secretly came and went very frequently.

Some of the ministers were skeptical of the succession edict.

Many things have exceeded his expectations.

Especially the eldest prince, who quietly left the palace under the pretense that the old disease had recurred.

Where did he go?

I thought everything was under control. But there was no news from Rongcheng.

There are still many voices of opposition, but fortunately he has the army in his hands, and his youngest son has returned from the border pass.

His army was known for its murderous brutality.

So the opposition of the DPRK and China suddenly disappeared, but this made him feel a little bottomless.

Prime Minister Wang Cheng can't be called Prime Minister Wang now, he should be called Regent.

And Ouyang Qing sat on the throne of the prime minister.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the country was like a chaotic game of chess, unpredictable and murderous.

There is also the Nanyue Kingdom, which has now bowed down to the courtiers, and the regent and Ouyang Cheng have been discussing secretly for one night. Then a holy decree went to the southern border.

Zhou Muhan has become a big problem!

The court is like rivers and lakes. People in the rivers and lakes also pay attention to the court.

In the royal palace of South Vietnam, after signing the paperwork, Zhou Muhan received a flying pigeon from Hong Tailai.

There told him in detail about the great changes that have taken place in the imperial court and Rongcheng in the past few days.

Zhou Muhan's face was covered with a layer of frost. The lamps of the tent burned until dawn.

Five days later. Wu Hao and Vice General Zhao, who came galloping quickly, stood in front of Zhou Muhan.

And at this time. Kyoto's holy decree is also on its way to the south.

Halfway through, in a small valley, he was attacked.

Leng Xiuyuan looked indifferently at the eunuch who knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Men exert force. A sword into the chest.

After picking up the holy decree, Leng Xiuyuan took a leap and disappeared into the valley like a cloud of smoke.

Zhou Muhan left Guo Yidao to assist Wu Hao and Vice General Zhao, and took Wang Yi, Leng Xiuyuan and Gu Xuan on the road to Rongcheng.

Gu Xinyu looked at the sullen Changle, and felt a little tingling in his heart, maybe it was really a father-daughter connection, although this child didn't know that her father had passed away, but he had lost the joy of the past.

Maybe it's a process, after all, everyone has to grow.

After letting Linlang appease Changle well, Gu Xinyu came to the outside of the compound, where many children were playing, chattering and laughing.

Perhaps the fastest to forget the pain are such ignorant young children.

Gu Xinyu took in homeless children, children who lost their families after the massacre.

From then on, Taoyuan Villa was their home.

Gu Xinyu will let them be fed and clothed, and will let them study and practice martial arts, so as to be a useful person.

She handed these children over to Ding Xiucai, who had lost her only young son in the massacre, and set aside a room for the time being.

The chaotic days passed quickly, and Rongcheng became a place of exile.

In this way, there is peace in the present, but the future is difficult to predict.

And this emperor has been replaced, can he still be a farmer?

Can you still implement your own agricultural plan?

Can those dreams still come true?

Is the result of a year's hard work going down the drain?

And all this panic and helplessness were in front of that handsome man with a smile like jade.

Becoming invisible.

Zhou Muhan is back.

Her lover, her husband, her husband, are back.

had no time to take care of others, Gu Xinyu rushed into his arms: "Zhou Muhan, Zhou Muhan Zhou Muhan" Gu Xinyu shouted happily, jumping his feet completely regardless of the image, and suddenly his nose was sore, and the panic and insecurity of these days turned into a line of tears on his cheeks, wetting Zhou Muhan's chest.

He stood steadily, gently stroking Gu Xinyu's hair with his hand, and whispered, "Ah Wan, I'm back." ”

The people in the villa all avoided it with interest.

There was silence all around, only the sound of each other's heartbeats, beating in the fluttering snowflakes.

Zhou Muhan didn't hesitate, picked up Gu Xinyu's face, kissed away her tears, and kissed the red lips that he thought about day and night.

First of all, I tasted the slow taste, the honey was tender, and in the gentle touch, I tasted the sweetness between the lips and teeth, and the intoxicating breath was full of thoughts and love

Gu Xinyu slowly hung his two arms around Zhou Muhan's neck, leaning on Zhou Muhan's arms, just thinking about this moment and never parting.

After a long time, Zhou Muhan let go of Gu Xinyu, didn't speak, looked at Gu Xinyu with dark eyes, and then when she was caught off guard, he picked her up by the waist and strode towards the house.

At this time, the maid and the guard were also gone.

In the warm bedroom, a pot of orchids is delicate and the green leaves are stretching, and the window lattice has opened a small crack, and the wind has crept in from there.

Gu Xinyu raised his willow eyebrows lightly, and his starry eyes just met Zhou Muhan's lowered face: "Ah Wan, I miss you, I really miss you"

Zhou Muhan's pleasant voice echoed in Gu Xinyu's ears, he took her body like a spring water with his left hand, and stroked Gu Xinyu's moist lips with his right hand, Zhou Muhan glanced at her deeply, a cluster of dazzling light flashed in his slightly squinted eyes, and he suddenly clasped the back of her head, and his cool lips held Gu Xinyu's, first tasted it carefully, and then his eyes gradually deepened, and he began to frantically plunder the sweetness in her mouth.

The slender hand was very powerful, Gu Xinyu was tightly hugged by him into his arms, the fiery breath mixed with a good smell of cold fragrance lingered on the end of her nose, she slowly closed her eyes, she could only let him want, just when she was not breathing smoothly, Zhou Muhan finally let go of her.

Gently rubbing his lips, which were ravaged by him even more rosy, Zhou Muhan's voice was hoarse with a hint of charm: "Every time it makes me feel uncontrollable"

Gu Xinyu's snow-white neck leaned weakly on his shoulder, and his right hand lay on his fiery chest, where was Zhou Muhan's steady and powerful heartbeat.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )