Wei Yushuang sighed, put down the slightly cool tea bowl, and thought twice before saying that she had something to ask her for today. He asked her to persuade Wei Bingshuang to be less angry. That is, the new emperor Wei Bingshuang killed the ministers and killed them, and they couldn't stop. Wei Yushuang sighed again, saying that he was not afraid that the new emperor would kill the ministers, and those ministers who would only push and shove would do all kinds of harm to the new deal.

People can be killed, and the problem is still not solved.

At the same time, Wei Yushuang was also worried that the new emperor she was dedicated to assisting would develop problems that would be difficult to change from now on, and killing was by no means a policy for governing the country.

Leng Yue just laughed and didn't say anything.

Wei Yushuang understood what she meant, and asked her what kind of reward she wanted them to pay before they were willing to appease the new emperor's violent temper.

Leng Yue's answer was very simple: "I want to see the new concubine of the first king!" ”

"Okay, I'll arrange it." Wei Yushuang was relieved to see that Leng Yue finally put forward the conditions.

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Bathed in bright sunlight, the flowers in the Imperial Garden look particularly beautiful. Leng Yue casually broke off a branch of flowers and said with a smile: "You have killed a lot of people recently. ”

Wei Bingshuang was furious when he heard this: "If you don't do anything for officials, shouldn't you be killed?" "He thinks about the people and tries to run towards his ideal country, but the reality always makes him surprisingly angry.

"Who do you think you are? If all the officials below act like you, relying only on their own joy and anger, you still want to implement new policies, and you want to conquer other countries, and do your Spring and Autumn dreams! ”

Leng Yue had forgotten at this moment that standing in front of her was the emperor who could take people's lives at will, she scolded freely, Wei Bingshuang's fist was clenched tightly, and when he heard the end, when he couldn't bear it, he swung out a punch, brushing Leng Yue's cheekbones, and his back bones were deeply sunk in the wooden wall.

"Finished?"

Leng Yue nodded, and stopped talking with interest, if she hadn't been secretly sent off, she wouldn't have stayed here obediently, fortunately, she sent Tong'er out early, I don't know what happened to him at the moment.

Wei Bingshuang was very satisfied that he still had a fist to shut up, he raised his eyebrows and swept his queen's eyes, entangled in the gloom and ruthlessness of his brow, like a spring breeze caressing the ice of winter, and dissipated in an instant. "You still obediently be your queen, if you die, where can I find such beautiful flowers? Also, don't forget, your sweetheart reads the latest online is still in my hands. With that, he turned and left.

Since that day, Leng Yue's deep brows have not been soothed, and no matter how brilliant the August sun is, she can't show her face.

However, Wei Bingshuang is like a different person, but her body is filled with the warmth that makes people feel like bathing in the warm winter sun, and the entire harem is like a hundred flowers in the mountains in spring, competing for beauty, in stark contrast to the silent and cold cold moon, her complexion is so ugly that everyone in the palace can see her unhappiness.

In such a strange atmosphere, Wei Yushuang also asked the new emperor for his will and pardoned all the wanted fugitives. The monarch and the minister shook hands and made peace regardless of their previous suspicions.

It didn't take long for a beauty to be selected in the draft, and I heard that she was deeply favored and no one dared to mess with her.

Leng Yue also knew that there was such a domineering beauty in the palace, she couldn't get out, and others couldn't get in, so she didn't take it to heart, until one day, there was a sudden commotion outside the palace, and even the commander couldn't stop it, so she pulled the silk and got up and walked out.

The dialogue outside the hall is repeated: "Who lives in this palace?" ”

"This is the residence of the Queen Mother."

"What's your name, and who's from it!?"

"Be the queen of the dynasty."

"Get out of the way! This palace wants to see which one it is? ”

Originally, it was fine, but Leng Yue happened to meet the man when she went out.

"Cold Moon!"

Leng Yue didn't remember that she had offended this woman, although the other party's expression was naturally arrogant, but it was difficult to hide the glory of Shaohua's passing.

She didn't think that Wei Bingshuang lacked maternal love, and she wanted to find such a woman to pamper her.

The other party obviously hated her to the point of eating her flesh and drinking her blood, and when the two sides confronted each other, the woman took the whip and whipped herself. Leng Yue's skill was blocked as fast as her whip, so Leng Yue received a hot blow on her back.

Leng Yue couldn't hold it back, and the whole person rushed forward. Just rushed into the arms of the man. Seeing the blood marks on her back, Wei Bingshuang's expression suddenly changed, and he grabbed the tail of the second whip and shouted: "Qiao'er! ”

When the woman named Qiao'er saw him coming, she threw down her whip and said, "A wild woman, you have made her the queen, are you worthy of me?" ”

Wei Bingshuang hurriedly let go of Leng Yue, stepped forward to hug the excited woman, and persuaded her vigorously.

Leng Yue couldn't care about the pain in her back. She felt very unlucky. The next day, she lay on the chaise longue to recuperate, and Luochen didn't see it, but Wei Yushuang also gave a message, saying that Luochen was locked up in the cold palace.

Leng Palace, Leng Yue has been there, but they are all deserted mansions, and it is not easy to find, and it is impossible to start if you come to a secret room or other places.

Leng Yue was anxious in the palace, but she didn't know that there was also a person outside the palace who was in the same mood as her......

The restaurant located in the southeast corner of the bazaar has two floors, and there are some artists who sing songs and tell stories.

It was noon, the lower floor of the restaurant, the voice of the people, the business was very prosperous, that is, the second floor, at this moment there were already five or six into the head, on the wide staircase, three or three twos, there were guests going up.

Nine out of ten of the guests in the restaurant are carrying knives and swords, all of them are sturdy and bright, and they know that they are people in the rivers and lakes at a glance. They drank wine in large bowls, ate meat in large gulps, and talked about wine merrily, so that they were not happy.

There was one person, sitting by the window, red clothes out of the dust, cold and handsome, like a thousand-year-old iceberg, and a pair of melancholy eyes that seemed to lower the warm air to below zero.

He lowered his head and drank alone, as if the world had nothing to do with him, no one cared about him, and he didn't care about anyone, just drinking glass after glass. I poured a glass of wine in the cup, but there was a strange incomprehensible look in my eyes. Look out the window and look at the bustling street. The golden sunlight was scattered on him at the moment...... It's so lonely, it seems deep and a little melancholy. There was no expression on his face, his eyes were as silent as an ancient well, and his cold gaze was fixed on the people around him. As soon as the voyeur's gaze touched, it quickly moved away as if it had been spiked by ice. That cold gaze seems to be able to shine on the bottom of people's hearts, and it even implies a strange and strange state, which makes people feel cold all over the body inexplicably, and they dare not look at it.

His two thin lips outlined a cold smile, and the unfathomable black eyes contained mockery, making that handsome face like a rare gem, exuding a mysterious and unattainable brilliance. He then laid the silver on the table and got up and left.

"Amitabha, donor, please stay." With a Buddha call, an old monk in a gray robe and white eyebrows blocked his way.

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