The bustling downtown is full of people and bustling, but only one woman stumbles and staggers.

Her hair was messy, and only when she looked up could she see this woman's alluring face, which was thrillingly beautiful.

Wan Yanhuan looked at the word "Beijing" engraved on the stone, his confused expression gradually went crazy, and he laughed lowly.

"Emperor Xiuxuan...... Do you know that today is the day you married me?"

The rippling peach blossom eyes, there is no pain, only piercing hatred.

"Today...... You want to make Lin Yuebai the queen......"

"After the old is not abolished, that is, after the new."

Wan Yanhuan's eyes lost focus, but what appeared in his mind was another handsome face, and his expression gradually became confused.

The soldiers in front of the city recognized her peerless face and immediately frowned in disgust.

"It's this crazy woman again! Today is the day after the emperor establishes a new law, and the crazy woman begins to talk nonsense again, very obscure! ”

Wan Yanhuan's face was pale, he lowered his head stiffly, and tears fell on the dusty ground, wetting the ground.

Immediately, she raised her face violently, her beautiful eyes looked directly at the soldiers, and her eyes were like sharp arrows shooting at the soldiers, that kind of momentum was the queen of the people of the world at that time!

"This palace is not something to talk about! Even if Emperor Xiuxuan is established today, what will happen? This palace is the queen of the first emperor - after the emperor cultivated Xuanli, he still did not dare to abolish it-"

Before the words fell, Wan Yanhuan's pupils shrank sharply.

The man in front of him was as cold as ice, his black hair and shawl fluttering, and he indifferently pulled the sword in his hand out of Wan Yanhuan's heart and held it in his hand.

Wan Yanhuan looked directly at the man and chuckled: "Who should I be, it turned out to be the famous and famous regent Fu Junmo."

The man's hand in the wide-sleeved robe clenched the hilt of the sword, but his face was indifferent, and he lowered his eyes to look at her bleeding heart, and pursed the corners of his lips.

Wan Yanhuan slowly hooked her red lips, not caring about the blood that kept flowing in her heart, took a few steps forward, and stood slightly in front of the man.

"As an important minister, why didn't you participate in the ceremony and come to kill the palace?"

Green tendons burst out on Fu Junmo's arms, and his face was still indifferent: "You are a poisonous woman, damn it."

Wan Yanhuan's pupils shrank again, his blood was gone, he pulled his lips and smiled barrenly, and his voice gradually lowered.

"Even you don't believe me anymore."

“…… Yes, a poisonous woman like me......"

His body began to feel cold, his eyes turned black, Wan Yanhuan pressed his heart hard, and fell down with a chuckle.

The wound doesn't hurt anymore.

But why is there still a tearing pain in my heart......

The pale golden eyes finally closed.

Fu Junmo clearly saw the crystal tears sliding down the corners of her eyes, and the suffocating pain in her heart hit.

He held her body, his fingers slowly caressed her cheek, and there was a burst of warmth, but the heart was incredibly quiet.

Huanhuan......

He silently recited Wan Yanhuan's name, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, turned around, held the woman's corpse, and walked to the palace step by step.

Huanhuan...... You don't have to worry about being alone, I'll wash the Northern Dynasty for you immediately, immediately......

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On the bed, Wan Yanhuan slowly opened her eyes, a pair of eyes were dull for a few seconds, and she sat on the bed sluggishly and stiffly.

She...... Not dead?

What about the Northern Dynasties......?

Why are there no bronze mirrors around? What about her red dress? It was specially designed and sewn for her by the first emperor. She glanced at the quilt that covered her, and frowned.

Is the quilt all black? When did the An Dynasty become popular with this color? She lifted the quilt a little and looked at herself, was she wearing underwear?? Isn't that right?! How can there be a button?!

Wan Yanhuan covered the quilt in a panic, and her beautiful little face was full of horror.

What about Fu Junmo?? What about Arlo? Over here...... Where the hell is it?!

Not her room at all! Wasn't she finished by Fu Junmo himself......

She panicked and retracted into the covers, wrapped herself tightly, and bit her lip.

How could she not be dead?

The door was suddenly opened, Wan Yanhuan tensed her small body for a moment, her whole body stiffened, and then someone dug her out-

"Wan Yan Huan."

A voice of indifference without a hint of emotion.

Wan Yanhuan stiffened again, and only after a while did he dare to raise his head, the blood on his face receded in an instant, and his pale lips trembled.

"Fu Junmo ......"

Fu Junmo's extremely good-looking eyes reflected the little her, cold and cold, without any emotion.

He carried her in one hand, looking effortless and effortless.

Hey, he's so strong?

Wan Yan Huan coldly jumped out of such a strange brain circuit, remembering that he had killed himself, and began to struggle, his eyes were dark: "Let go of me!" ”

She also wanted to say the word "Bengong", but suddenly found that Fu Junmo's clothes were .......

What about his ink robe?!! What's the thing with two short pipes!!