(Thanks to Mouse Love MM, Eternal Dream for the recommendation!) ）

South of Daxing City, east of the south of Kaihuafang Street, Yang Guangjing's mansion.

She was lying on the bed, her whole body was hot, and she had nightmares, and the white ribbon fluttered in her dreams.

"We're here to get you on your way."

She stood there, but she couldn't move, couldn't turn around, and couldn't turn back. I could only watch the white silk scarf finally wrap around her husband's neck, and the two soldiers in iron armor with undried blood stains on each end of the line. She saw this qiē very clearly, and the silk scarf became tighter and tighter, and finally twisted into a rope. The husband's face became redder and redder as it swelled, and then turned purple.

"My last request, don't hurt the queen."

She saw her husband's long purple tongue spitting out, his eyes bulging out, and his forehead full of green tendons. The air was filled with the stench of feces, and then the husband opened his mouth and spoke in a hoarse voice, saying something that told them not to embarrass him.

"Don't hurt the Queen."

The scene in front of her suddenly changed, she saw that in the fireworks in Yangzhou, in the villa on the bank of the Yangtze River with her husband, the sun was shining on the river next to the villa, and the air was full of earth and life. The catkins were like smoke, the warblers were dancing in the grass, and Yang Guang hugged her from behind with his sturdy hands, caressing her. He bowed his head and kissed her, kissed her tender earlobes, kissed her delicate jade neck, his lips were so gentle, and the beautiful beard swept through the soft and smooth skin, stimulating her lust. The buds that he had caressed were even more prominent, and their pants were wet. Butterflies fluttered in the air, staring at her curiously. "I want to." She whispered softly. He entered gently, fiery and full.

Suddenly. The butterflies were gone, and the green weeds began to wither rapidly. And then it burns, and the whole world burns.

"Don't hurt the Queen."

The seventh brother Xiao Jue's face was haggard and sad, "The prince was killed at Jianmen Pass. He told him as he took out a letter, "Yang Xiu sent someone to deliver a message, if His Majesty does not submit to him, then he will execute His Royal Highness Yang Xuan, King of Qi." His voice grew clearer and clearer, and then he vanished without a trace. She felt the heavens and the earth suddenly darken. Endless bone-piercing freezing cold.

"Don't hurt the Queen."

Zhao Xingshu stood in front of him and laughed fiercely: "Empress? What a queen, but a traitorous wife. This slut, who has always been on top, Lao Tzu wants to compensate for what it feels like to be licked by her today. Get down on your knees and come and take my dragon root in my mouth. Haha, did the traitor Yang Guang say so? Today, Lao Tzu also has to enjoy it and compensate the queen for what it is like. He smiled so fiercely. Laughing, he unbuckled his belt, pulled out the ugly thing, and walked towards her. The knife flashed. Zhao Xingshu screamed miserably, bent over and fell to the ground, blood dripping from his step. There is still half an ugly thing on the ground. She held a short sharp dagger with blood dripping from it. She clutched the dagger tightly. Protected on his chest, his face was pale. She had never been so adventurous and insulted.

"I'm going to kill you slut." Zhao Xingshu shouted and pulled out his sword, and at this moment, a cold light flashed, and a sword chopped off Zhao Xingshu's hideous and ugly head.

"The ministers and guards are late, and they deserve death." She looked at Yang Wei, one of her husband's most trusted generals. "The minister will protect the safety of the mother."

"Don't hurt the queen"

She felt like she was all on fire, as if she wanted to burn her to ashes. The eldest grandson Yang Zhaosheng is honest and honest, loves to read the most, and has great strength, and has been raised in the palace, but he gets together less and leaves more with her. She always felt that she owed too much to this son, she saw him smiling at herself, she reached out to hug him, and then the next moment, a group of people rushed behind him, they were holding knives and holding swords, one of them held the knife high and swung it high, and slashed at the back of Yang Zhao's neck, and then her son's head flew up and fell into her open hands. Then his head burned, and for a moment, all the flesh was burned, and only a skull remained, leaving behind the hollow eye sockets and the two rows of teeth that were so cold that they could not be seen. She wept, crying out heartbreakingly, crying for her son. He shouldn't have died early at such an age, he was burdened by the ambition of their husband and wife, and he only became the crown prince for a month, but he paid with his life.

"Don't hurt the queen"

Outside the noon gate of the Imperial City of Beijing, a group of samurai dressed in mirror armor held spears and swords at their waists. "Help me, help me!" A voice was shouting, she was looking for prestige, but it was the second son Yang Xuan, the second son who had not yet officially married the Wei girl, who was tied up with five flowers at this time, and his head was pressed on the guillotine. A shirtless giant man was standing behind him with a ghost-headed knife in his hand, and the knife had been raised. "Help me!" She was shocked, "Let him go!" She screamed and lunged forward. Let her go, as long as you let him go, I'm willing to do anything, this is my only remaining son. She fell on top of her second son and pleaded.

"Queen"

The staff of honor escorted a person to come, and when she got closer, she saw Yang Lin, the illegitimate son of her husband, but at this time he was dressed in a crown robe, carrying the sun and moon on his shoulders, and carrying the stars. "Are you really willing to do anything?" He whispered to her. "Yes, as long as I am willing to let go of Yan'er, and the Nanyang sisters, I will do everything."

After that, the world seems to be back to the original scene of the dream. The husband took off the belt, and the rebels tied it around the husband's neck, and before the husband died, he put down the dignity of the emperor and begged the rebel general, "Don't hurt the queen." ”

She finally woke up, drenched in sweat.

"No," she cried out with a groan, "no, please." ”

"Mother." The fourteen-year-old princess Nanyang came over, tired and haggard, and beside her was her younger sister, who was already asleep at the end of the bed.

An oil lamp was lit in the house, which illuminated the room. Where am I? She thought to herself, shaking her head, it was just a dream after all. "Baby?" She exclaimed, "Baby! He shouted and struggled to get up.

"Mother, the second brother just received a summons from the prince and went to the palace." Princess Nanyang replied.

As soon as Xiao Shi heard this, her whole face turned even paler, and she remembered that dream. I remembered the noon gate execution in my dream, the ghost-headed knife, and the frightened screams of my son for help. Then she remembered the last person she had seen in her dream, and the words she had spoken to him.

"Help me up, help me prepare hot water, I want to bathe and change my clothes." She said weakly.

"Mother, you can sleep for a while, the doctor said that you were frightened, and you had traveled a long way, and you were too sad, so your body was extremely weak. The doctor prescribed some sweating medicine, and some tonic medicine, you just sweated a lot, this is a good thing, don't rush to bathe, I'll get you a set of clean clothes, and then change a set of bedding, don't get wet these days. Nanyang said as she poured another glass of honey water from the table for her. She lifted her head, leaned her mouth in, and the warm, sweet liquid flowed down her throat, and she swallowed numbly. So she fell asleep again, this time not dreaming again, but sleeping.

After a while, she didn't know how long she had been asleep, and when she woke up again, it was still dark in the room. But she could already hear the sound of birds outside, and she hurriedly opened her mouth and shouted, "Nanyang." "Nanyo, Izumo. ”

The two daughters immediately appeared in front of her, "My throat is so dry, what time is it?" Nanyang brought water, and the little daughter stood quietly beside her bed, a pair of small hands pinching her hands. Nanyang brought the water in front of her, she lifted up, took a sip and drank it all. "It's morning."

Nanyang said while taking a freshly wrung towel to wipe her mother's forehead, and the wet towel was wiped on her body, which was very comfortable, but Xiao Meiniang was in a very sad mood, and she was still afraid of that dream. "Is your brother back?" Nanyang shook his head, "I haven't come back yet." ”

She couldn't lie down anymore, "I'm going to get up, I'm going to enter the palace." ”

"Into the palace?" Nanyang was a little surprised, "But there is no prince to summon"

"I want to enter the palace immediately and go to see His Royal Highness the Prince." As she spoke, she lifted the quilt and got up, and Nanyang hurriedly fetched her a dress. "Someone will prepare hot water for me, I want to bathe."

She didn't know why she was clinging to that dream, but she thought it might be a guide. If you don't follow the guidelines, maybe your second son won't be able to keep it. Ah Zi is not only the only son of her and her husband, but also the only son of her husband. Her husband is dead, and she must keep this little bloodline heir for him. She wanted to cry, but the tears had already dried up. Now, it's not the time to cry. She told herself, although she was sad, but now she can only hide it in her heart. She also has three children, who have lost their father's wings and a qiē protection. At this time, only she, a woman, will protect them. She is a weak woman, but she also knows that a woman is sometimes just a trophy, but sometimes she is also a weapon. Women have their own weapons, the key is how to use them.

has followed her husband to plot to seize the heir for many years, and Xiao Meiniang has already known a truth, women's tears are the most worthless, and women's most powerful weapons are between their legs. Tears are also a woman's weapon, but only with limited power. And the weapon between the legs, as long as it is used well, will naturally be invincible. Although she has been the mother of several children, she is still well maintained, with a beautiful face, a graceful figure, and she also has a noble background, as well as the titles of Princess and Queen of Jin. If you get rid of these titles and identities, although she is beautiful, there are too many women in the world who are younger and more beautiful than her, but there are several women in the world who have been princesses, princesses, and even queens, and such women do not have more than one hand in the world.

Only, would he care about that? (To be continued......) R1292