"Lu'er, you can drink it.

Outside the window, the azaleas bloomed and dripped blood, and a ray of warm spring sun crossed the doors and windows of the Qinyan Palace, and spread all the way to the top of the woman's hair under the window. The aperture swayed, like large beads and small beads all over the ground, rolling down one by one from the hem of the gold-embroidered phoenix robe spread on the ground.

Wisps of green smoke floated from the pores of the jasper and gold incense burner on the case, and the woman's face embellished by the green smoke was excellent. Black hair is like clouds, jade muscles are snowy, two curved eyebrows are clear and docile, a pair of swallow eyes are as bright as a southern star, two sandalwood lips are not self-red, scorching like a peach and plum, bright as the sun and the moon.

At her feet knelt a handsome young man with a bowl of black medicinal soup in his hand.

"I know you're afraid of hardship, no, I specially prepared caramel for you.

"I don't feel anything after drinking this medicine, I love and pity you so much, how can I be willing to let you suffer?

"Lu'er ......"

Tan Baolu was annoyed by hearing this, and took her eyes off the glass bowl.

He Dongyan's eyes were blood-red, a cyan stubble appeared on his chin, and a few messy strands of hair fell out from under the golden dragon crown on his head.

"I can't ......

"They must I hand you over, or they will kill me.

"You're so kind-hearted, you must be reluctant to die, right?

"When you die, I will do everything I can to compensate you.

"I have given your father and eldest brother additional titles!

"Didn't your little brother just take the imperial examination? I will promote him, reuse him, and let him rise to prominence!

"And your little sister, tsk, she should be about the age of marriage, so I will take her into the palace......"

"Smack!"

A crisp echo of a slap was heard in the dead hall.

This was followed by another slap: "Smack!" ”

"Bang!!"

The picturesque beauty in front of the case slapped He Dongyan several times, and then spat on him fiercely: "Dog Emperor, you don't want to die, you deserve to die?" ”

Five bright red finger prints gradually appeared on He Dongyan's pale cheeks, and he looked at his once docile wife in disbelief.

"Talking about Wei selling women for glory, why should I care if he is promoted or not?"

"My eldest brother has been an honest and honest official all his life, and he is loyal, but you are suspicious and jealous, and you listen to traitors and persecute them, but you yourself do not know people clearly.

"My little brother is smart and studious, his talent is unparalleled, and he is the pillar of the country.

"You didn't hurt me enough in my life, and now you want to put my little sister in the palace and spoil it, He Dongyan, you are not a thing, you are not as good as a pig and a dog!"

She was so naïve that she expected He Dongyan to have a little conscience.

This kind of person believes in the creed that people will not be destroyed for themselves, as long as they can live, they can give up anything, their character, principles, and dignity, not to mention a woman.

In Tan Baolu's scolding, He Dongyan's weak and godless eyes gradually changed.

Even though he is a water dog, he is still the emperor, when has he been so humiliated?

He got up suddenly, stepped on the table with one foot, then picked up the glass bowl with one hand, and pinched Tan Baolu's neck with the other hand like a chicken, "Tan Baolu, you toast and don't eat and drink, you have to drink this poison if you don't drink it today." ”

Tan Baolu struggled and continued to scold: "Dog thing, let go!" ”

"He Dongyan, you really damn it!"

"Let go of me!"

Tan Baolu was pressed on the couch by He Dongyan, she struggled with her hands and feet, biting and pinching He Dongyan, and biting He Dongyan's shoulder until it was bloody.

He Dongyan was bitten by her, so he simply used his hands and legs together, the knees of his left and right legs pressed her thighs, and his left elbow pressed her upper body, and then he freed up one hand and fed the glass bowl hard.

A bowl of piping hot poison. Half of the medicine flowed into her collar and half into her mouth.

Tan Baolu gritted her teeth until the roots of her teeth were sore.

The tip of her tongue tasted the bitter taste of the medicinal soup that seeped in, and the hot and bitter medicinal soup burned all the way down her esophagus, and a fishy sweetness surged up her throat and eyes, and a sharp pain spread from her lower abdomen, and one hand was tearing her internal organs.

The liver and intestines are broken, but that's it.

Tan Baolu was so grieved that she couldn't speak, and several streams of heat were slowly flowing out of her facial features.

The incense on the desk continued to burn, her hands and legs gradually stiffened, and finally she completely collapsed in He Dongyan's arms.

When she finally lost her breath, the vicious and cruel He Dongyan's face changed again.

The slightly long and deep Danfeng eyes changed from coldness to affection, he held her body in his arms, rubbed his thumb warmly against his hypothermic cheeks, and said to himself affectionately:

"Lu'er, you have no idea how much I love you.

"There are so many people in the harem, but they are just your shadows, and I only have you in my heart.

"Don't be afraid, when I'm done with the rest, I'll go down and accompany you......"

Talking about Baolu's loose consciousness, she thought coldly, how long is the wait in He Dongyan's mouth?

About fifty or sixty years.

When he has enjoyed enough of this boundless country and countless women.

He Dongyan was still chattering in her ear.

She was tired and she felt her soul being with the flesh. The body is peeled off, and the body is so light that it is about to float.

In the chaos, Tan Baolu recalled her life.

It dawned on her that she had been meekly enduring all her life.

She endured the fate of marrying He Dongyan, worked hard, and tried her best to be a wife and a queen.

planned for He Dongyan, shared his worries, and managed the harem concubines in an orderly manner for him.

She did what she could to the limit, leaving an empty name of "aftermath" and the violent death of the whole family.

If she was given another chance, she would never be a kind and docile person again.

She will do everything she can to cure her mother's illness.

She will let her younger brother be successfully admitted to the imperial examination.

She will let her sister marry a good husband.

She will remove the shackles around her neck with her own hands, so that her life is very good and exciting......

If there is another ......

She opened her eyelids and cursed He Dongyan viciously with her last breath: "He Dongyan, you'd better not touch me in your next life, if you run into me, I'll kill you once I see you!" See you a hundred times, kill you a hundred times! ”

Hedong believed in ghosts and gods, and shrunk his head when he heard the words.

"Squeak ......" The heavy mahogany carved palace door of the palace suddenly opened, and a strong light shone in.

A group of elite soldiers dressed in armor and armed with red tassel guns broke into the main hall.

The army was well-trained, and hundreds of people were acting at the same time, but there was not a single sound of ironclad jingo colliding.

The team silently separated from the middle, standing on the left and right, and one person walked over against the light.

The person who came was long, with a straight waist and broad shoulders, and a little blood stained on the heavy silver black iron armor on his chest, and a black cloak stained with blood on his shoulders, and the sound of hunting with his footsteps.

As he approached, the face that had been submerged in the shadows became clearer.

This is a face that will never be misunderstood.

Under the silver helmet, the face is as white as warm jade, the bridge of the nose is towering, a pair of shimmering phoenix eyes are black and purple, the black one is as thick as ink, the purple one is as beautiful as the glow, and the two different eyes add a bit of treacherous beauty to this overly marked face.

Tan Baolu recognized this person-

The leader of the rebel army, the only king with a different surname in the Great Jin Dynasty, Cen Jianan.

If the person He Dongyan relies on the most in this world is Cen Canaan, then the person he fears the most is also Cen Canaan.

With Cen Jianan, the barbarians, the Qiang, and the southern tribes did not dare to violate the border of the Great Jin Dynasty.

But with Cen Canaan, Hedong was a puppet emperor until he died.

There are many legends about Cen Canaan, folk, in the palace, no matter where they circulate, they all say the same thing:

Cen Canaan was born with different pupils, and his left eye was purple, which was ominous and heretical.

Tan Baolu's remaining consciousness felt Cen Jianan snatch her body hard, and his big hand vigorously broke her clenched mouth.

She had a shallow relationship with Cen Canaan, so she couldn't understand why Cen Canaan hated her to the bone, and the first thing she did after entering the capital was to ask He Dongyan to hand her over.

She could only speculate that Xu was because she was stupid and ignorant when she was young, and she also learned to avoid him and avoid him, so he held a grudge.

Cen Canaan parted her closed mouth and put his fingers between her teeth, the back of his hand scratched by her teeth and did not respond.

"Spit it out!" Cen Canaan commanded.

She's dead, how can she vomit?

"Spit it out."

Cen Jianan's voice became lower and lower, and finally he almost muttered: "Tan Baolu, you give it to me, spit it out......"

Compared to her cold soul, Cen Jianan's hands were so hot that they almost burned her.

His hands were also surprisingly rough, and his fingertips were covered with thick calluses that had been sharpened by years of holding the sword, and the thick calluses scratched the corners of her mouth and rubbed bloodshots.

But she didn't feel the slightest pain, as if a breath had been peeled away from her body.

She hovered in mid-air, looking down on the crowd behind her.

She saw Cen Canaan sitting in place, hugging her body, and the sternness of the perennial orders on that resolute face was gone, replaced by the confusion of a lost child.

Tan Baolu hugged her arms in front of her chest in mid-air, feeling that this scene was so strange.

Didn't Cen Jianan personally force He Dongyan to kill her?

Now that she is dead, why is she so distracted and sad again?

"Killed." Cen Canaan gave the order without raising his eyelids.

He Dongyan was strangled by the rebels on the spot, and his death was countless times more tragic than her.

When He Dongyan died, his eyes did not meet, and he did not blink his eyes.

With He Dongyan's character, Tan Baolu knew that he hated Cen Jianan and didn't believe it.

obviously said that he would let him go if he handed over the queen, but now he killed his queen with his own hands, but Cen Jianan turned his face and was ruthless.

As the sun rises and sets, the last rays of light leap down the pane. In the unlit empty hall, Cen Canaan continued to hold her body, motionless, sometimes looking like a statue, sometimes like a painting.

Occasionally, he lowered his head and pressed his forehead against her unheated cheek.

In addition, he never said a word, which made Tan Baolu, a wisp of wandering spirit, not know what Cen Jianan was thinking about holding her.

However, Tan Baolu didn't bother to know.

She wanted to go home and see it even more now.

Her parents and eldest brother have passed away, but she still has twin siblings at home, and she wants to go back and see what happened to these two children without their parents and siblings.

She let herself float out with a thud.

But when she floated a mile away from Cen Canaan's body, her soul was pushed back like a tidal wave by an invisible force, and floated back to Cen Canaan's side.

After tossing and turning like this a few times, Tan Baolu finally understood that her soul was tied to Cen Jianan, and where Cen Jianan went, she could go.

She didn't know what the mystery was, and guessed that it was mostly because she was indirectly killed by Cen Jianan, the so-called wronged and the debtor.

She stayed by Cen Canaan's side for the time being.

She watched Cen Jianan cremate her, but he didn't put her urn into the imperial tomb of the Great Jin Dynasty, and as for where her urn ended up, no one knew, not even Tan Baolu herself.

On the night her body turned to ashes, she saw Cen Canaan standing silently outside the hall for a long time, until the brass clasp of the cloak on her shoulders condensed into a layer of frost.

She also watched Cen Jianan set a fire, and the entire Great Jin Palace was burned. The fire burned for three days and three nights, and Cen Jianan stood in front of the fire and watched expressionlessly, his handsome and extraordinary face distorted by the flames.

She watched how he lost his mind and went crazy after he ascended the throne, and he did not stand up, did not register concubines, and had no children under his knees, and fought from the southernmost side of the border line to the northernmost side, expanding the territory of the Great Jin Dynasty several times.

It seems that there is no difference between victory and defeat for him, if he wins, he will fight the next game, and if he loses, he will also play the next game, sometimes Tan Baolu even feels that he does not seem to want to fight, but wants to die.

In Cen Jianan's madness, Tan Baolu faintly sensed something.

Cen Canaan didn't seem to want her to die back then.

He wanted He Dongyan to live.

However, why did Cen Jianan force He Dongyan to hand her over?

Tan Baolu vaguely guessed the answer, but he was not sure.

By the fifth year, Cen Canaan's almost frantic campaign had finally completely overdrawn the power of the Great Jin Dynasty, and a new rebel army had been assembled.

During a siege battle, Cen Canaan, who had never been invincible, was shot off his horse by the new rebel leader.

Cen Canaan is dead.

The rebels did not spare his corpse, they dug out Cen Canaan's purple pupil and used it as an evil object to break the bones and scatter ashes to sacrifice to the world.

The people celebrated together, thinking that they had finally ushered in a peaceful and prosperous era.

But in reality, history is nothing more than a reincarnation, and on the day of Cen Canaan's death, a new rebel army quietly assembled again.

Tan Baolu also felt that Cen Jianan died well.

The murderer is counted as a well-deserved death when he is killed.

It's a pity that she can no longer see Cen Canaan's eyes.

There is one thing that no one knows, she escaped and hid only because she was as timid as a mouse at that time, afraid of being excluded and made fun of. In fact, she never thought that Cen Canaan's eyes were ugly.

She had always felt that purple eyes were beautiful, like a precious gem.

If she had told him, would their fate have changed?

But this matter is not meaningful, after Cen Jianan's death, Tan Baolu found that his soul began to fade.

First the skirt, then the limbs, looking at her fingertips that were gradually becoming transparent, Tan Baolu estimated that Cen Jianan was dead, and she would probably finally be able to reincarnate.

Her ghost, just thinking so drowsily, suddenly heard a bell ringing in her ear, and a little maid said crisply in her ear: "Third girl, you have to tie it a little more thinly." ”

There was a pain in her waist, and Tan Baolu looked down to see that she was wearing a red corset around her waist.

The maidservants in front of them were busy, some of them used fire pods to pluck the gold silk carbon in the brazier, some brought hot water to the brass basin, and some used freshly picked hibiscus petals to grind powder.

"The emperor has a thin waist, and he has to be a little thinner to be favored by the emperor."

This sentence was like a thunderclap on the ground, and it woke up Tan Baolu in an instant.

She remembered what time it was.

Just tonight, my father talked about Wei going to dedicate her to Cen Dongyan.