Thousands of dynasties, Chongyu 30 years, the first day of the Lunar New Year, is destined to be a not peaceful Spring Festival, last night Emperor Chongyu received 300 miles of urgent documents, so that he did not sleep all night.

It also happened that it snowed in Kyoto that night, which had not been seen in more than ten years, and it was said that the snow was a good year, but by the early morning of the next day, the heavy snow had blocked the official road, and the people who were slippery on the city walls could not step on it.

The weather was gloomy, and the people were out of breath, and there was no trace of New Year's celebration, and the sun did not come out until noon.

He knew that sooner or later he would have to go to war with the Wu Netherworld, but he didn't expect that the Wu Netherworld would provoke in such a cautious festival and notify the civil and military officials to enter the court early.

On the top of the main hall, Chongyu sat on the dragon chair with an angry face, and looked at the courtiers who were speechless under the court with gloomy eyes: "What? Do you think I made a mistake in my decision? Or do you think there's a better option? The envoys of the Witch Underworld have come under our noses. This is the reason why Chongyu's heart is anxious, he came too suddenly, and his eyes were glowing with cold light and he looked at the courtiers below.

The whole hall was quiet and could clearly hear the sound of breathing, everyone was tightly surrounded by this oppressive and tense atmosphere, Chongyu's eyes were like copper bells, and the people below were quieter than one another, and no one dared to stand up to bear Chongyu's anger.

Looking at these courtiers, Chongyu finally asked, "Are all the servants of the imperial court raising wasters?" The last few words Chongyu almost shouted out.

At this time, a courtier stood up: "Your Majesty, it's not that there is no way, but our treasury ......" with a look of embarrassment and wanted to speak: "The thousand dynasties have gone through several wars and generations of conquests to have today's territory, but it is also a huge consumption, and the treasury has long been empty." ”

This doesn't say it's okay, as soon as someone stood up, then two or three stood up: "Yes, the emperor, the treasury is empty, the military salary is not enough, and the soldiers have no strength to fight. "It was the founding hero Zhao Mi and Zhao Cheng who spoke.

Now his daughter has made a marriage contract with the second prince Zong Qin, but where does the royal family have family and friendship, power is everything they pursue, if their daughter is really ...... Zhao Mi didn't know, what would her daughter do when the time came? How can a woman who has been divorced by the royal family remarry to a good home.

Prime Minister Zhao Mi had to sweat for his daughter, he hoped that the emperor would let go, Chongyu listened to Zhao Mi's words and looked at him deeply, how could he not know what he was thinking, what he wanted to express?

Honestly, if you do this, where will you put the royal face? Chongyu wasn't stupid enough to be that stupid.

Chongyu's eyes swept over the ministers below one by one as if they had been quenched with poison, his face was cold, and he was kind? I'm afraid it's not so easy this time, because he doesn't know what the witch kingdom means this time, and when he comes on the first day of the new year, there must be internal turmoil, Chongyu thinks about his thoughts.

In the main hall, everyone held their breath and looked at Chongyu's expression, for fear of being pointed at themselves, this matter is related to the survival of the country, but who can bear to marry their daughter so far, although the daughter is a victim of politics, but there is no reason to send it so far.

And I heard that the people of the witch underworld are irritable and irritable, bloodthirsty, advocating force, both men and women have been practicing martial arts since childhood, and if they marry in the past, how many grievances will they suffer.

Above the court, the civil and military officials have their own thoughts, and they are all planning for their daughters, but accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, who can guess the emperor's thoughts?

Looking at the courtiers below with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, talking to each other with sorrowful faces, but they couldn't say anything about Chongyu's thoughts, Chongyu's anger became bigger and bigger, and the five fingers with distinct bones held the dragon chair tightly, and the atmosphere became extremely dull and depressing.

After a moment, Chongyu's face was cold, and he said in a low voice: "Tomorrow, the envoys of the Wu Netherworld will come to meet our court, and I hope you Aiqing will think about how to entertain and disperse the dynasty." ”

Watching Chongyu leave, everyone was relieved and worried at the same time, this pun on it, no one can be offended, especially Wei Zicheng frowned tightly and exited the hall and turned to leave.

When Wei Zicheng was hurting his brain, in a dilapidated room in General Wei's mansion, a bed that could smell the smell of rotting wood creaked as soon as it moved, the people on the bed were sweating profusely, their shirts were soaked with sweat, their slender hands were as thin as onions, their eyebrows were condensed, and their mouths kept moaning.

"Don't hit me, don't don't ......"

The last roar with sorrow and tearing suddenly woke Wei Nuyi up, a pair of cold eyes opened wide, and his chest rose and fell violently.

It took a while for Wei Nuyi to come back to her senses, the scream of pain just now echoed in her mind, she could clearly feel her pain, and there was a buzzing sound in her ears, everything was so real that she couldn't tell the difference between the east and the west.

"This is ......" looked at the dilapidated room in front of him, the familiar house and furnishings, the old ones made it unbearable to look at directly.

Wei Nuyi's slender fingers gently slid over the already rough and potholed wall, this place was the place where she once lived, in this mansion, she used to live without a person, a dog without a dog.

The word "slave" buried her whole life, just because of the strange phenomenon when she was born, and the strange Taoist priest said that her arrival would bring disaster to Weifu.

Wei Nuyi's chest was full of resentment, his five fingers were slowly closed, his nails were deep into the heart of his flesh, and he looked at his slender fingers, although he was not as white as Miss Qianjin, he could see at a glance that it was not a forty-year-old body.

She got up and dragged her heavy body to the table, where there was a broken bowl, and from the small half bowl of water it was clear that she was not forty years old, but the same age as a flower.

Memories of her past life surfaced, and Wei Nu reached out and touched her face, she was not dead, but was reborn a month before she was married at the age of seventeen. She remembered that her parents disliked her as a disaster star, so they asked the emperor for orders to marry her to a neighboring country, and finally she was tortured and hated.

She remembered her future clearly in her mind, and for a long time, she smiled, looking at such a beauty, she laughed at her own uselessness and cowardice, so that she was not a ghost or a ghost, and made herself betray her relatives and end up with hatred.

Reliving this life, she will not be at the mercy of others, she wants to fight for herself, so what about that person? Then Wei Nuyi sneered, her dark eyes were shining with a cold light, she couldn't see the innocence that a seventeen-year-old girl should have, and the red luan between her eyebrows was even more fierce, no matter what she had to do in this life and this life, she had to find a way to avoid meeting that person.