How much money do you have?

Mao Zhenhuang didn't know!

But Zhang Laozhuan calculated for him before his death that his money could support an army of one million for three years.

What is this concept?

But this is not something Mao Zhenhuang cares about, he only cares about whether the person in front of him spends his money happily!

In much money is for this purpose.

"It's time for the lord to drink the medicine!"

Han Sanniang looked at Mao Zhenhuang's stunned expression and repeated it again.

"Don't drink it, my own body I know, life and death are fateful things. ”

Han Sanniang hurriedly said with the medicine bowl: "Then how can it be done!"

"Don't drink yet, sit down and talk to me. Mao Zhenhuang sat at his desk and made a cup of tea for the man who had been with him for twenty years.

"Good!"

Mao Zhenhuang looked at her and sat down a little puzzled, and said with a smile: "How many years have we been together?"

"Twenty-two years!"

Before that, I lived for another thirty-two years, and at the age of fifty-four, when I knew the destiny of heaven, the loess was already buried up to my neck, and God wanted to take you away, and it was useless to take medicine. Mao Zhenhuang shook his head, standing above this age, he knew how powerful Zhai Lao Liu was.

"Then eat it too!"

"Let's not mention this first, let me ask you, are you happy in this life?" Mao Zhenhuang put aside the medicine pushed by the other party, and said to her with bright eyes.

"Happiness!"

"You're not happy!"

Mao Zhenhuang could see from her flickering eyes that the other party's words were insincere.

Twenty years!

Time has changed the woman in front of him, and he doesn't know it anymore.

"Wanguan's family is full of wealth, a woman who is the most powerful man in our state, what is my happiness?"

"Don't look at me as rich in this world, but I've never loved money, and don't look at me in this world to talk and sit down as a high-ranking official, but I have never regarded this kind of thing as pride, you are the only one in this world, and the only thing Zhao Gouliu cares about, you say, I don't know if you lied?" Mao Zhenhuang lowered his head with a mockery.

Destiny has become more than just life!

Mao Zhenhuang spent twenty years not only changing the brain of the person in front of him, but also, of course, the heart.

This is something that Mao Zhenhuang never expected!

Mao Zhenhuang looked at the panic in the eyes of the person in front of him, shook his head and smiled: "You know, I'm going to die!"

"Oh, no, you already knew I was going to die, after all, it was your job to mix arsenic shuang into the medicinal soup, and I knew it the first day you did it.

And you, who have been with me for twenty-two years, do you know why I took the bowl of poison you handed me and poured it into my mouth with peace of mind?"

"I'm sorry husband! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't want to do that...... I don't want to ......" Han Sanniang sat on the ground in horror, looking at Mao Zhenhuang in fear and howling.

Mao Zhenhuang glanced at her coldly, stood up with difficulty and said leisurely outside the window: "I know how obsessed you are with money when you follow me, and how much you yearn for the life of dignitaries and dignitaries, no way, after all, I am afraid of being poor with me!"

But this world is a little unfair to women, women have no right to go outside in this world, and the official road is also blocked for you, and the rest is a husband and children, and life is trivial.

So I went to break in, I went to the official road, I wanted what you wanted to come true in me, and I did it!

But I said that I don't really care about money in this world, and I don't care about officials, I do all this and say something bad just for you, and you are dizzy and pour pi cream into my bowl for a little white face?"

When he first drank the first bowl of potion mixed with pi cream, Mao Zhenhuang was confused, puzzled, resentful, and even a little disheartened, but when he was lying on the bed and staring blankly at the sentence "Mortals encounter accidents and are tired, they are all fate", he understood.

Life should be poor, although rich and noble, it is still involved in disaster!

Everything starts with the fate, and it seems that it is going to end with the fate.

Mao Zhenhuang also knew that he had failed!

Twenty-two years in exchange for this result.

"I'm sorry husband, I was wrong! Can you forgive me? I'm not doing this kind of thing anymore, everything I have is given by you, if it weren't for you, I might have been a village woman back then. Woo~~~"

Pear blossoms bring rain!

But Mao Zhenhuang didn't help her, because his body, which had been poisoned by Pi Shuang for a year, had run out of oil.

"Don't be sorry, without the cause of the day, you can't plant today's fruit, I said, it's all for you!

The money is for you, the officials are also for you, and all this is yours after I die, but if you want to carry it, you must know how important you are, whether you can support the empire after my death, that is also your business.

There are also eggs, it may be that I have spoiled him in the past 20 years, and his personality is too domineering, and he even went to the capital to discipline and discipline.

And I don't have to be buried in the scenery after I die, just be low-key! Just bury it in the back mountain of our old house, where the feng shui is not very good, but it is better than a touch of pastoral beauty. ”

Mao Zhenhuang said very calmly, and he drank the bowl of medicine mixed with pi cream on the table, and he drank it very calmly.

With a hint of hot pain in his stomach, he knew that this was the bowl of medicine mixed with pi cream.

"Husband, husband, sorry, don't ...... Woohoo......"

Looking at the noble lady who was kneeling in front of him and crying with makeup, Mao Zhenhuang used his last strength and said with a smile: "I called you the third lady of your life, can you tell me your name?"

"Xiuyue, husband, Fan Xiuyue!"

Hearing this name, Mao Zhenhuang's dilated pupils seemed to have a glimmer of brilliance.

Xiuyue Hengtang ten miles of incense, the water splash is quiet in the evening.

The rouge snow is thin and sinks into the water, and the jade plate is high and glow-in-the-dark.

The mountains are far away, the moon wavelength, and the twilight clouds and autumn shadows dip in Xiaoxiang.

The drunken soul should chase the dream of Lingbo, and pay the west wind for this cool night.

What a familiar one!

The poem engraved under his wine gourd.

And Mao Zhenhuang didn't know how his most beloved thing became the person he hated the most.

But he's dead!

Even if he fails, he has nothing to do with these twenty-two years.

But when a man dies, it seems that the eyes are not dead!

And these eyes, as if lent to him by God, he saw Han Sanniang holding his corpse and crying bitterly, and also saw a trace of cruelty on the face of the little white face behind him, and even saw his own beautiful funeral.

And seeing this, Mao Zhenhuang knew that the empire he had built was over!

Whoever wants to accept this empire after his death needs a long transition, and secrecy is the best way, but this big funeral that is enough to alarm the state and county is all to tell everyone in the world what a fat sheep there is.

And this time came quickly!

Half a year later, Zhao Dan'er was thrown into the prison in the capital because of a quarrel, and within three months, he had already died in the dark dungeon.

And the second-generation helmsman of this private salt empire, Fan Xiuyue has not yet recovered from the grief of his dead son. ushered in the fatal second blow!

His subordinates Mao Zhenhuang once controlled the private salt of thirty-four states and rebelled independently, and one of them directly brought the government into his secret place where he stored silver.

This is a place that only he and Han Sanniang know, and this person is the little white face of Han Sanniang!

Mao Zhenhuang closed his "eyes" directly when he saw this, he didn't want to look at it.

It took one man twenty-two years to build an empire, and that man brought it down, but it took more than half a year.

Has he changed his life?

Changed!

He turned a village woman into one of the most powerful people in the world, isn't this a change of life?

But when he opened his eyes again, and saw the moment when Han Sanniang hanged herself from a tree with his crooked neck in front of his grave, he knew that this fate did not seem to change!

Failed!

In this level of the fateful chapter, he Mao Zhenhuang completely failed.

In exchange for such a result, Mao Zhenhuang suddenly became a little confused, which had to make him re-examine the fate chapter again!

Mortals encounter accidents and suffer from harm, all of them are fateful!

There are lives of death, life and death, as well as the lives of the rich and the poor.

Since the prince has arrested the people, the sages and the fools, all those who have a head and the like are not fate........

There are a total of 1,314 words, Mao Zhenhuang has been reciting for twenty-two years, and he didn't understand what Huayang Tianzong made him realize when he died.

He suddenly regretted a little, regretting that he could choose such a level to pass.

"You've failed!"

A voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar echoed in his head.

"I know, I knew it when I first picked up that bowl of pirry soup. ”

"Do you want to try it again?"

"Twenty-two years here, how long is it outside?"

"A little more than two hours. ”

Mao Zhenhuang smiled!

The regret that arose just now was suddenly gone.

This is a precious experience, and whoever suddenly has twenty years of life experience in his monastic career, it is estimated that that person will secretly laugh.

Although the result was a failure, Mao Zhenhuang knew that he still had gains.

The sublimation of his state of mind is the greatest reward that Huayang Heavenly Sect gave him at this level!

"Dare to ask the seniors who can pass this level?"

"Yes!"

Mao Zhenhuang was stunned and said, "Who?"

"Scattered cultivation Zhai Fuen. ”

Very familiar name!

But Mao Zhenhuang didn't know where the familiarity arose, and it took him a long time to remember where the familiarity of the name came from.

This is the name of Zhai Lao Liu, Zhai Bald!

A sentence from Zhai Fuen shocked him a little, and after pondering for a long time, Mao Zhenhuang said: "I want to go again!"

"Yes, you can go two more times, this is your right, but what the old man wants to tell you is that the Qianwen level will be closed after four and a half hours, and if you haven't come out of it by then, you won't have a chance again. ”

"The juniors are awake. ”

"I wish you all the best!"

(Write something again, it tastes the same as chewing wax, let's deal with it.) ）