Get on the Wrong Sedan Chair and Marry the Right Wolf + Extra Story

But Chang Hou remained unmoved, stepped on this slender and sensitive nerve, and had to crush it twice.

"Why don't you think it's absurd when you forcefully marry the daughter of an enemy country? Why don't you think it's absurd when you listen to the slander and kill Zhongliang? Why don't you think it's absurd when you give women wives to the ministers to balance the power in the court and make them both lose-lose?" Why don’t you think it’s absurd when you know that someone is rebellious and you still give him Yugui for dispatching troops? …Absurd? Hah.”

Chang's back fingers are pressed hard, and the pointed end of the jade hairpin is pushed in again. The deep voice wants to exhaust the inner substance, and the hoarse fleshy hissing sounded in the dark room with a heavy breath. "In the whole Great Xia, the most ridiculous person... is you, the Holy One."

"I, I want to tear you into pieces!"

Emperor Yulong's eyes were red, and he tried to support himself with both hands but fell back heavily.The severely shriveled sleeve robe was like a bird that had lost its life, sliding down into the sky with the scattered feathers on its body.

Out of the corner of Chang Hou's eyes, Chang Hou caught a glimpse, and the corner of his mouth was already raised, "Are you so resistant? Even if your tendons are broken, you still have to try your best to get out of that coffin."

Daxia's clothing all have specifications, the cloth width is limited by the specifications, but the Dulong robe is not limited.Because the emperor's clothes pay attention to "seamless clothes", the dragon robe made by the special machine tool is not easy to draw, and if you want to hook the dragon robe into such a miserable appearance, it is definitely impossible to do it according to the usual operation.Only when Emperor Yulong pulled out the coffin with all his hands and feet, could he be cut into pieces by the sharp spikes on the coffin.

She knelt down and watched with great interest the majestic emperor who used to sit upright in the hall shivering like a child who had been tortured, and her tone could not help but tinged with an imperceptible sense of pettiness, "What's the matter? Are you King, the king will sleep in such a coffin for a hundred years, I just let you rest early, isn't it good?"

The throne platform is made of golden nanmu, which is the same as that on the Golden Luan Hall. It is supreme and honorable, and you are still the king of Daxia.It's just that there are no officials worshiping in front of the throne, and the palms that once held the jade seal are empty.

You think you are in control of the supreme power of the Great Xia Dynasty, but you are actually just the nearest slave who crawled under this temptation. You have been manipulated by power and enslaved by power all your life.

"How? Is it good to feel like you can only watch with your eyes open, but you can no longer control it?"

Emperor Yulong's dry lips began to vibrate undetectably, and gradually the trembling became more and more obvious, sobbing in his throat, he didn't know what he was saying, Chang Hou slightly frowned and leaned forward to listen carefully, suddenly A bang rang in her ears, shaking her whole body backwards.Empress Chang, who was still in shock, suddenly got up, raised her hand and stabbed the jade hairpin directly into Emperor Yulong's thigh, Emperor Yulong trembled and continued to howl, and the long-handled jade hairpin fell one by one following Empress Chang's anger... At this moment, a Silently, the figure sneaked into the dark room and knelt down beside Chang Hou, a scorpion with a hooked tail on its neck beating slightly with breathing.

"The former prime minister, Ling Jiang, held the gold medal to avoid death and asked to see him outside the hall."

The jade hairpin that was about to fall again froze in the air, and a cold look flashed in Chang Rongke's unbelievable eyes.

***

Standing outside the palace gate in the night, Ling Jiang waited for a death knell that resounded throughout the imperial city.

Then Prime Minister Ling was in a mess amidst the [-] death knells that followed. A servant stumbled over, panting like a cow and sounding like a gossamer, "Your Majesty is dead!"

The emperor collapsed, and the death knell sounded thirty thousand.

The momentum was so great that it resounded all over the world, leaving a deep shock and -- sequelae in the hearts of the people in Jinling.

When Qu Quan was brought to the execution ground, the bell was still ringing all night in her mind, so that she didn't hear clearly what kind of bullshit the old men at the prison were talking about.

It's terrible, no one will be allowed to sleep for the last night, and death row prisoners have human rights!You bastards!When I'm in prison, no one cares about Xia Lv! !

Qu Quan's heart roared amidst the bells ringing one after another.

***

On the execution platform, Wei Yueyan was also in a bad mood. Before Ling Jiang came back, they heard the death knell, and the last hope was lost in the [-] death knells.Right now, the number of government soldiers is not enough, and it is too reckless to forcibly march against the Bīgong Palace. After so long preparations, it is inevitable that we will not be able to reap the rewards here, but it is not easy to let Qu Quan survive until noon.

What's worse is that Qu Quan has no, no, knowledge, or affection for all of this!

The reflection on the sundial moved little by little with the change of the sun, and the scorching sun approaching noon scorched the restless heart inch by inch, and it was less than a quarter to three o'clock in the afternoon.

People on the execution platform are still having headaches, but those on Xingtai are beginning to be dishonest.

Then Wei Yueyan heard a voice that made her even more dizzy.

"General Wei, did you not sleep well?"

He was so haggard that he didn't forget to mix some jokes into it, and he didn't need to look to know who the source of the sound was.

Wei Yueyan raised his eyes in disgust, and replied very disrespectfully: "Qu Dashangshu is very energetic, and when he is about to die, he still has the leisure to tease others."

Qu Quan smiled and turned his head away and then turned around, the smile still remained on the corner of his mouth.This smile was so shallow that Wei Yueyan looked at Wei Yueyan in a daze for a moment, Qu Quan's hands were tied behind his back, his black hair had obviously been taken care of, but he was treated rough on the way to Xingtai, so he was still a little messy.The sun shone warmly on the slightly messy temple hair, fainting the edge of the orange gold, and everything suddenly returned to the past, and back and forth were nothing more than daily bickering in front of the Golden Temple.