Feng Shinian never thought that the difference of one step back then would be the main reason for the demise of the Great Zhou.

His life can be said to be smooth sailing, and he has never experienced any major tribulations, but as an emperor, he also has his own dignity and pride, that is, he would rather die than kneel.

The former Son of Heaven is now covered with blood, and the dragon robe is even more filthy, the imperial city was forced, and he killed countless enemies with his own hands, but was finally taken by Mu Nanfeng.

Mu Nanfeng didn't want to spare his life, and the long sword in his hand was about to end his life.

"Brother, leave him to me."

Tang Mint took the blood-dripping long sword in Mu Nanfeng's hand and firmly rested it on the neck of her former husband.

Feng Shinian's pupils dilated, and he couldn't believe it: "It's you?!" Mu Zhiyi! You're not dead!? ”

After several years of battlefield fighting, the girl in the battle robe became more and more dazzling, she hooked her lips and smiled: "You are not dead, how can I die." ”

Feng Shinian looked up to the sky and laughed: "I see, I see!" ”

It was a bureau back then!

The brothers and sisters of the Mu family were about to rebel, but he couldn't hold his breath and sent the opportunity to Mu Nanfeng with his own hands!

He really didn't lose at all.

The king of the dead country almost laughed and cried, but in the end he couldn't say anything cruel.

It wasn't until the almost crazy laughter stopped that he looked directly at the girl's fierce face: "Mu Zhiyi, you are not dead!" ”

…… He didn't die.

For more than two years, hundreds of days and nights, he dreamed back at midnight, how many times did he dream that he and Mu Zhiyi got along carefree when they were young.

Sincerely, or fakely, when he was just a prince, he really needed the help of the Mu family.

He may have really liked Mu Zhiyi - accompanied by a young man, although the girl is delicate and willful, but her heart is full of him.

Cry for him, laugh for him, rejoice in his madness.

At such a young age, he doesn't even understand the taste of love, and he doesn't understand the joy of bed between men and women.

He once thought that when he became the emperor, Mu Zhiyi would be the queen.

Her character can bully anyone casually, others will never bully her, he must favor her for a lifetime, from this point of view, at least he is worthy of the Mu family and worthy of Mu Zhiyi.

But later......

What the hell is going on?

Why did the simple and willful woman look better the longer she looked, but the reflection of him in her eyes became shallower and shallower?

Is it because of Ye Liuli?

He was indeed confused by Ye Liuli, and he did snub her, but he is the emperor, he has a harem of three thousand, he has many concubines, and he likes a certain concubine a little more at a certain time, isn't this a normal thing?

Mu Zhiyi wants to be the queen, and she doesn't even have this measure, how will she be in charge of the phoenix seal in the future?

Feng Shinian looked at the woman in front of her with frosty eyebrows and eyes - there was really no him in her eyes.

The Emperor at the end of his rope suddenly burst out laughing in a low voice...... He may really be wrong, when Ye Liuli entered the palace, he was really cold and ruthless to Mu Zhiyi.

But he thought it was okay, because Mu Zhiyi loved him, didn't he?

Besides, didn't he just indulge for three months?

Later, he sobered up, he changed his mistake when he knew it, and he wanted to make her the queen again.

Why...... Don't give it a chance?

What's so good about being a brother and sister?

He didn't believe that Mu Nanfeng would not repeat the mistakes of the past after becoming the emperor.

Feng Shinian's last words in this life were: "Mu Zhiyi, will you regret it." ”

…… But it's good, you still have a chance to regret it, you're still alive.

As soon as the words fell, Feng Shinian rushed forward fiercely, and he crashed into the sharp blade of the sword, just like Mu Zhiyi's death back then, killing himself under the sword in the same hand.

Blood splattered, sprinkled on Tang Mint's face, still warm, her whole body was suddenly stunned, and then tears fell unconsciously.

A generation of emperors died like this.

The girl suddenly came back to her senses, threw away her sword, and wanted to laugh, but kept crying: "Brother...... Brother, I'm not crying, it's not that I'm crying, brother, brother, brother......"

It is the original owner, the tears of the original owner.

Mu Nanfeng was silent and hugged her into his arms: "Well, my brother knows, don't be afraid of Tang Tang." ”